"Chen? Yu?" The little saint tilted her head and muttered.
"Strange name, strange syllables."
The written language of this world has no connection with the language of the Tenglong Empire.
The reason why Chen Yu can understand and speak fluently is the temporary ability given to him by the trial mission.
"Is it weird? I don't think so." Chen Yu said, "This is my hometown dialect. People over there all have names like this."
"Are all people like us in your hometown? Do they all have such names?" the little saint asked with interest.
"People like us?" Chen Yu was stunned.
"That's it!" The little saint pointed to her hair and eyes.
Chen Yu only realized now that the little saint is the same kind of person as him.
Although the Fallen in the Fallen Town have become demons, they can still see certain human characteristics.
They are similar to the human race combination of the white eagle and the camel.
Judging from the tone of the little saint, there should be this kind of people among the forces in the temple.
"I used to think this was a unique feature of heaven." The little saint said happily, "It wasn't until I met you that I realized there were people like me."
"By the way, what syllables should this kind of thing be pronounced in your hometown?"
The little saint took off a pendant from her neck, which was an emerald pendant.
"I love this material."
"Jade." Chen Yu said, and then he wrote it on the ground with a stone. "If you want to call it this name, this is how to write it."
"E-Cui-" the little saint tried to pronounce, "It's very difficult to pronounce, difficult to pronounce, and difficult to write."
"Actually, there is another general name for this kind of thing, called jade!"
Chen Yu wrote the word "jade" next to "emerald".
"Jade? Not bad." The little saint nodded with satisfaction, "Can I take your last name?"
"Same as my last name? No problem." Chen Yu nodded.
"Thank you!" The little saint tilted her head, "From now on, my name will be - Yu, Yu, Yuyu?"
"Ahem, cough, wait, that's not it." Chen Yu's mouth twitched.
"My name is preceded by my surname and followed by my given name."
"If you want to use my last name, then it should be called Chen Yu."
Chen Yu also wrote down the word "Chen Yu".
The little saint seemed to be very interested in this kind of writing, writing her new name over and over again.
After she became proficient, she begged Chen Yu to teach her how to write more Chinese characters.
For the purpose of killing time, Chen Yu did not refuse her request.
Not long after.
The sun has completely set, and the last trace of the afterglow has dissipated.
The little saint curled up next to Chen Yu and fell into sleep.
In a weak state, the high attribute blessings are weakened, and the characteristics of children who get tired easily are reflected.
The little saint fell asleep, but Chen Yu remained awake, watching for any movement that might occur on the road.
It is not impossible for the Fallen to take advantage of the darkness to act.
…
Early the next morning.
Chen Yu, who did not wait for the convoy in the Fallen Town, controlled the mind-phase Thorn Demon Spirit, went to the Fallen Village to capture two lone Fallen, and asked them respectively in which direction the area that was not eroded by the abyss was.
The two fallen ones answered very freely.
However, the two men were pointing in completely different directions and were not in the same line at all.
No matter how Chen Yu tortured them, these two degenerates always insisted on their own stories and were surprisingly stubborn.
Chen Yu had no choice but to deal with the two fallen ones, and then captured a few more fallen ones.
This time, he mobilized his abyss magic power, pretended to be a big shot among the fallen, mustered up his momentum, and made insinuations.
These degenerates were so convinced of him that they wished they could personally lead the way for him.
But, the problem is still the same.
The directions provided by these degenerates are far apart.
Chen Yu could only think that before they degenerated into abyss monsters, they were ordinary farmers, and they might have never been out of the village.
After being silently assimilated into the abyss, except for occasionally eating a living person, his living habits remained the same as before.
Ask a person who has never walked out of the mountains how to get out of the mountains. Naturally, it is impossible to get the correct answer.
In desperation, Chen Yu could only continue to wait.
If the convoy from Fallen Town failed to arrive, then he would have no choice but to return to the town and arrest people to ask for directions.
Although it is risky to go back to the small town, it is better than running around like a headless chicken.
In his spare time, Chen Yu educates the little saint from time to time.
After a few days of training, the little saint has transformed from a naughty child into a good one.
He was extremely well-behaved in front of Chen Yu.
She no longer dared to keep a cold face and look at everyone as stupid, she was the only one who was wise.
This result proves that if the naughty child is disobedient, he just needs to be punished.
Although Chen Yu did not spank the little saint, his education method was much more powerful than fried pork with bamboo shoots.
Not to mention a naughty child, even a beast with sharp teeth and claws can be trained to be docile by this method.
During this period of time, the little saint's injuries gradually recovered.
Except for the fact that the holy power is still at a low level, in terms of physical attributes, it is no longer inferior to ordinary third-level monsters.
At noon, the rays of the sun penetrated the gray clouds, adding a touch of color to the barren land.
The little saint held a rabbit leg with one hand and ate it with gusto.
This is also a delicacy that she has rarely been exposed to before.
The Holy See does not prohibit eating meat.
But as a saint, you must restrain your desires.
Gluttony, as one of the seven original sins, must be eliminated.
So the little saint hasn't eaten much good food since she was a child.
"Your physical condition can support a certain level of fighting. Let's leave now."
Chen Yu filled a bowl of broth for the little saint and said to her.
"OK."
The little saint nodded without thinking.
Then, she looked at the furnishings in the cave and felt a little reluctant.
All wilderness survivors have one thing in common, that is, they strive to improve their living standards.
The Little Saint is no exception.
By this time, a bed of hay and leaves had been built in the cave.
Beside the bed were scattered slates covered with Chinese characters.
From crooked to straight.
There are also plenty of pots and pans.
There are several fruit trees growing unexpectedly in the middle of the cave.
In terms of living conditions, they are worse than ordinary farmhouses.
But this was created bit by bit by the little saint herself.
It’s full of a sense of participation and gain.
After lunch, the little saint used a piece of clothing as a bag to pack some of the plumpest fruits from the fruit trees, and then smashed all the slates used to practice writing.
"Where are we going?"
"Continuing to wait is not an option. Let's go to the Fallen Town to inquire about the situation."
Chen Yu dispersed the original fire spirit in his heart and stood up.
At this moment, a noisy sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.
Chen Yu was shocked and walked out of the cave to look at the source of the sound.
Sure enough, a convoy of several empty carriages was speeding along the road from the direction of the Fallen Town.
