Small farmers dominate the deserted island

"Let's go, we said as we walked,"

Chen Yu carried the basket on his back, took a few big fish in his left hand, and took Mo Yanyan with his right hand to leave the beach and walked towards the bamboo building.

"It's a good recovery. You have the strength to carry things. It seems you can cook tonight."

Mo Yanyan joked happily when she saw Chen Yu's "strong body" appearance.

In fact, Chen Yu's body is still very weak, but compared to before, he is not inferior to ordinary brawny in terms of strength.

He was amazingly strong before, and he feels very weak at present.

"It’s absolutely okay to feed Lady Yan'er. She goes to the kitchen for her husband, goes to the hall, and warms the bed. I’ll feed your upper mouth first, and then get to the bed later, and then feed your lower mouth, hehe. "

With a wretched smile on his face, Chen Yu turned his head to look at Mo Yanyan and his eyes were filled with burning desires.

In recent days, due to physical discomfort, Chen Yu has not had the opportunity to defeat Mo Yanyan, and he has long been itching.

"It's not serious, get out, don't even think about it until your body is fully recovered."

Mo Yanyan glared at Chen Yu, turned the subject away and asked, "Why do you say that the old man is not the real Crystal Race?"

Chen Yu immediately put away his playfulness, and said in a serious manner: "Two reasons, one is clothing and appearance; the other is the difference between the crystal sword and the crying blood sword."

"The crystal people in the crystal coffin are all gorgeously dressed. The men are handsome and the women are as beautiful as gods. The same is true for the beauty who Zier and I rescued from the crystal coffin. The old man is the same as these two. It doesn't touch it at all."

"Also, the crystal sword is only as long as a slap, and the material is not very good, but it can exert an unimaginable power; the Weeping Blood Sword is not the case. It is completely forged in the size of the blood swallow crystal. The technical difference between the forgers."

"The real crystal clan is definitely much better than the old man in forging crystal weapons."

Mo Yanyan nodded thoughtfully, and then asked in a puzzled manner: "Since that old man is not a true crystal clan, why does he call himself a crystal clan?"

Chen Yu replied: "The name Crystal Clan was actually taken by me, Sister Wanneng and others, because all the people of that clan were lying in the crystal coffin, and the old man calling himself the Crystal Clan was just a coincidence in his name."

"The ancestors of this tribe acquired the crystal forging skills left by the true crystal tribe by chance and passed it on."

"Also, I remember Sister Wan Neng mentioned that the material of the crystal coffin looks like crystal, but in fact it is most likely not crystal, but a special substance that she has never seen before."

"Due to the limited conditions and lack of equipment at the time, she was unable to conduct scientific experiments, nor could she determine whether the crystal coffin was made of crystal."

Mo Yanyan glanced at Chen Yu appreciatively, "The analysis makes sense. Where did the real Crystal Race go?"

Chen Yu looked up at the western sky full of sunset clouds, and replied a little, "Like our Chen family, self-sealing, guarding a big secret, or preserving strength, waiting for the unprecedented catastrophe of the wind to the mainland. , I still have a bold conjecture."

"What kind of conjecture, after hearing it, it sounds more and more interesting."

Mo Yanyan urged Chen Yu like a curious baby, and said a little coquettishly: "Come on, grandma likes to listen, hurry up, otherwise I will ignore you."

It was the first time Chen Yu saw Mo Yanyan such a small woman, and couldn't help laughing.

This girl will act like a baby too!?

Chen Yu looked at Mo Yanyan with a smile.

"It's getting late, go home and cook first, lie down on the bed at night, tell stories for your husband and coax you little lady to sleep."

Although Mo Yanyan wanted to eat Chen Yu's delicacies, she still cooked by herself and felt distressed about his body.

The waning moon is empty!

In the small bamboo courtyard, Chen Yu was lying on a recliner, talking eloquently about the bold conjectures he had gained from pondering at the beach in the afternoon.

Mo Yanyan was sitting on the pony, lying on Chen Yu's lap, looking very lazy, but listening to the story seriously.

As far as we know, the strongest clan on Fengyun Continent is the Crystal Clan, and Chen Yu boldly guessed that they have extremely advanced science and technology and a highly developed technological civilization.

Crystal weapons, crystal coffins, and their gorgeous clothes are all high-tech products. He also thought of a modern scientific vocabulary on the earth-nanotechnology.

It is very possible that some of Zi'er's treasures were made by the crystal family using nanotechnology.

All in all, Chen Yu believes that the Crystal Clan is not only a prehistoric civilization on Fengyun Continent, but also a highly civilized and incomparable choice of science and technology, which is closely related to the legendary Atlantis.

Mo Yanyan glanced dissatisfiedly and said: "What you said is not fun and nerve-wracking. Do people want to listen to the story?"

Chen Yu lovingly supported Mo Yanyan's dark and supple hair, and said with a grin: "If you want to hear the story simple, it's best to make up a story for your husband, but before I say aunt, you have to answer a question truthfully. ."

"Well, ask."

Mo Yanyan lay down on Chen Yu's lap lazily, not wanting to move, her nasal voice answered.

"You really come from a big family, and you ran out because of escaped marriage?"

This problem has plagued Chen Yu for a long time, not only Mo Yanyan was inaccurate and false to him, but also Tong Yan, Zi'er and Lin Wan'er.

They knew that Chen Yu was a descendant of the Chen clan, but they kept silent.

Had it not been for Chen Yu's chance to encounter a small zombie of the same family, I am afraid that he would not know his life experience at this time.

In addition, Lin Wan'er once said that Chen Yu's strength at this time was only at the level of Mo Yanyan's twelve or thirteen-year-old, but Mo Yanyan said that he had only left the family for a few years. From the perspective of time, there was a contradiction between their words.

Chen Yu didn't expose it at the time because he hadn't really conquered Mo Yanyan in a man's way.

"Hehe, in fact, I am an orphan. I was adopted by Master Wan'er since I was a child. I was born in a big family. It's just my fantasy."

Mo Yanyan laughed and told the truth.

To her answer, Chen Yu still insisted on reservations, always feeling that what the cheap beauty master and wife said was somewhat reserved and untrue.

"Hurry up and tell the story, hurry up, otherwise I will be angry and I will ignore you again and travel everywhere, so that you won't find it for a lifetime."

As if afraid of Chen Yu's questioning, Mo Yanyan acted like a coquettish and threatened to divert the topic.

"If you want to hear the story, you have to give some benefits to your husband."

Chen Yu stretched out his hand to Mo Yanyan's chest with a smirk, kneading it.

"Bad guy, if the story doesn't sound good, grandma will take your skin off."

Mo Yanyan glared at Chen Yu in shame, lazily without resisting, letting his bad hands do the trick.