Small farmers dominate the deserted island

Lu Xiaoya fled in embarrassment, the master was too unrestrained, I really couldn't bear it.

"Bad guy, soak Xiaoya as soon as possible, and use the double cultivation technique to help her improve her strength, sizzle, lightly..."

Due to Mo Yanyan's injury, Chen Yu didn't dare to go too far, so after invading, she honestly carried out the Double Cultivation Technique, even though she still hummed unsuitable for children.

Full of spring!

Lu Xiaoya carried Xiao Budian to the yard and placed it on the stone table. Hearing the movement in the house, she became more and more embarrassed.

After a night of double repairs, Mo Yanyan recovered 20% of her spiritual power, and she walked out the next morning, refreshed.

Seeing Lu Xiaoya fell asleep on the stone table, Mo Yanyan walked over slowly, "Wake up, go back to the house and go to sleep, your senior is waiting for you in bed."

"okay!"

Lu Xiaoya responded in a daze, and walked into the house with a long yawn.

"Ah, stinky rascal..."

Soon, Lu Xiaoya ran out in a panic, blushing to the root of her neck, and looked at Mo Yanyan faintly, "Master, you are necrotic, join hands with that bastard to bully others."

Mo Yanyan smiled and pulled Lu Xiaoya next to him and sat down, "If you refuse, then forget it. When Deng Jiuchao is killed, if we can't beat him, you will know the consequences."

Lu Xiaoya's face changed transiently, and she hesitated: "Yes, but I, oops, I'll talk about it at night, I'll get you wine and make breakfast."

It was night, Mo Yanyan lay on the bunk beside the bed, leaving the bed to Lu Xiaoya and Chen Yu.

Chen Yu wanted to slap Lu Xiaoya's old man in front of Mo Yanyan, but she always couldn't let go of it and kept pushing.

Mo Yanyan didn't plan to avoid it. Chen Yu, in order to worry about Lu Xiaoya's shyness, lay on the floor and repaired with the beautiful master.

Lu Xiaoya didn't run away anymore, lying on the bed was suffering like a deep water.

In order to restore Mo Yanyan's strength as soon as possible, Chen Yu gathers medicine and hunts in the nearby forests every day.

On this day, Lu Xiaoya, at the encouragement of Mo Yanyan, went out with Chen Yu.

"Brother, do you think that Deng's surname will be found?"

In the forest, Lu Xiaoya asked very worried.

"Yes, as long as he is healed, he will definitely find him as soon as possible, kill me, and force you and the master."

Chen Yu replied with great certainty.

"What should I do then? The master said, you two are not opponents of that bad guy's color when you join forces."

Lu Xiaoya was very self-aware and went on to say: "For that level of battle, I can't get close, let alone help."

"That guy was injured by my electric injury and didn't recover so quickly. Now I don't know where to hide in retreat and heal the injury. We have to play time with him, let the master recover as soon as possible, and then, hehe, take advantage of his illness to kill him."

Chen Yu said with a sinister smirk.

The sneak attack that night was very successful, and Chen Yu was convinced that Deng Jiuchao had suffered a very serious internal injury, and he would be burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, otherwise he would not escape.

Internal injuries caused by the powerful destructive power of electric energy are not so easy to recover.

The two of them wandered in the mountains and forests for a long time, and finally found an old mountain ginseng that should be more than a thousand years old. Chen Yu knelt up with excitement and buried his head in digging.

"I am willing to make a contribution!"

Lu Xiaoya on the side glanced at Chen Yu, blushing.

"what?"

Chen Yu didn't understand Lu Xiaoya's meaning for a while, and looked up at her with a slightly surprised look. She was blushing and she understood in an instant, "Well, tonight, I will do your old man and double repair with you."

"Bad guy, rogue, ignore you..."

Lu Xiaoya was ashamed, turned around and walked aside, and went to pick mushrooms.

Just know it, if you have to say it, this bastard is definitely on purpose.

Chen Yu swiftly dug up the thousand-year old mountain ginseng, wrapped it in animal skins, got up and walked towards Lu Xiaoya.

Suddenly, his brows wrinkled, and there was a strange feeling.

Is this the induction between the same door?

Chen Yu thought about it for a moment, his face suddenly changed, and he rushed to Lu Xiaoya, "Junior Sister, danger, come back soon!"

"what?"

Lu Xiaoya heard Chen Yu's shout and subconsciously turned her head and asked.

At this moment, a white shadow flickered like a ghost from the mountain and forest on the side. As soon as he grasped Lu Xiaoya's arm, he said with a smile: "Beautiful little nephew, we have met again."

Suddenly, the person who hijacked Lu Xiaoya suddenly appeared, and it was Deng Jiichao.

Chen Yu flipped his hand and took out the crystal sword, and pointed at Deng Jiichao angrily, "For the sake of you were my uncle, I will give you a chance to let my junior sister go and leave you a whole body."

"Don't be ashamed of talking, looking for death!"

Deng Jiuchao slapped Chen Yu angrily.

The strong palm wind gushing out, instantly enveloping Chen Yu.

The wind blade was like a knife, and the clothes on Chen Yu's body were instantly crushed, leaving many more wounds on his body, and his skin was open.

He looked like a skinned, bloody man, bloody and horrible.

Chen Yu slowly fell backward in the flying blood mist.

"Brother!"

When Lu Xiaoya saw Chen Yu being killed by a spike, she yelled in shock, and shed two lines of desperate and distressed tears.

"I don't know what I can do. Although my uncle is hurt and hurt again, he can kill you with a wave of his hand. Didn't your master teach you the truth that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse?"

Deng Jiuchao stared at Chen Yu with disdain, and smiled gloomily: "You guys belong to a cat. He has nine lives, and he will definitely die today."

"Brother, brother..."

Lu Xiaoya struggled and cried desperately, but was firmly grasped by Deng Jichao, unable to break free.

"Little beautiful nephew, don’t cry. If you cry, your face won’t look pretty. Let’s go and accompany your uncle to do double repairs. Uncle is eager to regain his strength. First suck your spiritual power, and then suck your master's. Spiritual power, in the end, quack, it will be your grandma's turn!"

Deng Jiuchao smiled wretchedly, and took Lu Xiaoya and left.

"Livestock!" Household!"

Chen Yu yelled, and his palms flicked like a javelin.

"I dare to speak arrogantly before the crossbow. Today I will clean the door for Grandma Wan'er.

"Ok?"

Deng Jiuchao, who had not yet made two steps, turned around in shock and turned to Chen Yu. He was still a bloody bloody man holding a blood-red weeping sword.

Strange, horrible!

Chen Yu was like a blood corpse crawling out of an ancient tomb.

"You didn't even die? Are there really nine lives lost?"

Deng Jiuchao stared at Chen Yu in shock, feeling that this guy was Xiaoqiang who could not be beaten, and he could stand up even if he was so injured.

"Let go of my junior sister and leave your whole body."

Chen Yu used the Weeping Blood Sword to point at Deng Jiucao angrily. If it weren't for the fear of injuring Lu Xiaoya, he wouldn't be able to talk nonsense with him and go to war directly.

At this time, Chen Yu was a little bit of a rat avoidance.

"Brother, save me, no, brother, run..."

Lu Xiaoya was happy that Chen Yu was still alive, but thought of Deng Jiuchao's powerful strength, and instantly thought of death.