Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

on his own head.

Existing documents only record the construction of part of the temple, as for the details of construction and subcontracting, there is no way to know.

"All the projects are done by puppets and monsters, there is no room for human intervention..."

No wonder there is a lack of detailed records in the literature!Ellowyn has large flying monsters that leave no traces in the air.

Golems are considered by historians to be ancient robots. Under the action of magic, they can turn into clay, which is no different from ordinary clay.

Going back now, I can improve the architectural literature and magic literature at the same time, maybe I can even publish a thesis and recommend it to graduate students after graduation!

Two flowers!Peng Yuan slapped his thigh happily, and the bath liquid splashed out, spraying Ding Jingyi all over his back impartially.

Ding Jingyi turned his head at a terrifying angle, and he said, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Peng Yuan blurted out: "There is no one in this transfer vertebrate... an owl?"

Ding Jingyi's red eyes lit up for a moment and then returned to normal.He may not understand the biological significance of the owl, but it is one of the sacred birds recognized in the foggy continent.

Legend has it that when the demon queen Felia came to the earth from the constellation of Pisces, the owl was one of the birds of prey on the earth that greeted her, and it was also one of her favorite birds.

Ding Jingyi was silent for a moment, then brushed his hands back, and finally turned to Peng Yuan: "Wash me clean."

Peng Yuan recovered from the erroneous owl rainbow fart, and replied with a backbone: "You can do it yourself."

Ding Jingyi's eyes regained the little flame of anger: "Wash me clean."

The surrounding water vapor instantly condensed into large and small flat water droplets. Peng Yuan had no doubt that the water in the bathroom was enough to perform a flood magic.

The devil wants you to lick him, do it now, or spray you!

Peng Yuan hurriedly carried a basin to fetch water, put shower gel on the bath ball, and scrubbed Ding Jingyi. The fragrant smell permeated between the two of them, and the alienated flat water droplets also returned to their original shape. The effect was comparable to that of an industrial atomizer.Taking a bath is so thrilling!

Ding Jingyi asked, "Is that ball a sponge?"

Peng Yuan thought for a while: "It's polyethylene."

Can a bathhouse magician understand modern industry?As Peng Yuan thought about it, Ding Jingyi sighed, stopped talking, and then let out a happy "burp".

Based on his many years of experience as a human being, Peng Yuan recognized that this was a standard hunger hiccup.The meal that cost hundreds of dollars earlier was most likely eaten in a black hole.

Ding Jingyi picked up the basin and plunged into the water.The air was quiet again, save for the rushing sound of water.

Peng Yuan's mind immediately rolled over the words "destroyed".

12. Chapter 12

The alarm clock rang, Peng Yuan got up from the sofa, turned off the phone alarm clock, and sat there for a while, the events of last night running through his mind like a revolving lantern.

The devil was summoned yesterday, and he spent more than 3000 yuan to save the cultural relic No. 213. He was sent back to school by the devil and returned the cultural relic. He took a bath for the devil and did not satisfy him. When he came back at night, all the snacks in the room were eaten. And gave it to the devil...

What an adventure yesterday, but today he still has to be a tutor, and the handouts have not been finished yet, so he almost feels like a tool person.

Peng Yuan yawned, held back his drowsiness, and swiped his phone. The girl who was tutoring sent a message: "Brother, my father was injured in a car accident yesterday. Our family is in the hospital in the morning. Can we come to tutor in the evening?"

Peng Yuan remembered that the girl's home was a Mazda, maybe it was the first one to hit the side of the road in the car accident, so he quickly sent a red envelope of 66: "I wish you peace, see you tonight."

Even after the meal was delayed, Peng Yuan put down his phone and lay back on the sofa, thinking about the bills from last night to the present, and the foodie devil who was sleeping soundly in the bedroom. Before graduating, he began to enjoy the treatment of being married, to pay the offerings of summoning demons, and to be beaten by the society.

Peng Yuan put down his cell phone, put on his clothes, and walked into the bedroom lightly.The tutoring materials were placed on the desk. Peng Yuan originally wanted to finish the unfinished handouts on the bus, but now the time is not tight.

He counts them and puts them in the canvas bag, which is also a gift from the boutique, commemorating his life as a blackface cat.

Ding Jingyi was motionless on the bed next to her, her face was covered with vertical and horizontal red patterns, the red pattern was darker at the bottom and lighter at the top, the place near the chin was dark red, and the forehead was a light pink that was close to white.

It glowed red like a breathing lamp.After a night of rest, his pale skin was slightly tinged with blood.

"Is this charging?"

Peng Yuan stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Ding Jingyi's face, the pattern disappeared in an instant, leaving only relief-like traces on the skin.

Peng Yuan quickly withdrew his hand, and a faint pink oozes from the relief again.Peng Yuan took a step back, he couldn't tell whether it was charging or detoxification, but what he could be sure of was that the shape of the pattern was affected by him, and it might be a display of some kind of energy.

At the same time, Ding Jingyi opened his eyes.He opened the normal eyelids first, followed by the light-colored nictitating membrane that opened and closed like a tiger's eyes, and finally the red eyes.His appearance remains human, but the subtle structure is different.

"A Yuan?" Ding Jingyi's voice was full of suspense, "How long have I been asleep?"

Peng Yuan looked at the time: "From ten o'clock last night to now, nine hours."

"Really..." Ding Jingyi turned over, "With the concentration of magic power in the air of the new world, I thought I would sleep for hundreds of years..."

Peng Yuan doesn't know magic, so he can only make some estimates based on the Fengshen pterosaur.Judging from the several jumps on the stairs, Ding Jingyi's demon form is not heavy, three hundred catties is considered too much, plus a Peng Yuan weighing more than 100 catties, it is basically impossible to eject and take off.

Ding Jingyi's wingspan is less than five meters, compared to his height, it is comparable to the wings of an ostrich.The power to take off can only be magic. How much energy is needed to support four hundred kilograms of takeoff and reach the speed of sound?Consider drones.

Thinking about it this way, Peng Yuan suddenly felt that Ding Jingyi was an actuary who cut down on food and clothing.

"Then you woke up so early?"

"Probably because of the core..." Ding Jingyi pointed to Peng Yuan's navel, "That part of your core energy has returned."

Sure enough, it is charging!

Ding Jingyi sat up, and all the shallow reliefs disappeared.

"Is there anything to eat?" he asked.

He couldn't afford to go out to eat, so Peng Yuan found dried noodles in the refrigerator and taught Ding Jingyi to cook noodles with a gas stove and make stewed cabbage, and forbade him to add sugar to the noodle soup.

Ding Jingyi has a unique talent for handmade products, and Peng Yuan ate three bowls of stewed cabbage and shredded pork for the first time.

Peng Yuan is a staunch fan of rice. He eats no more than three bowls of noodles every year. Today, he ate up his quota for a year;

"It's delicious, but pay attention to diabetes, high blood pressure, fatty liver, obesity..." Peng Yuan reminded.

Ding Jingyi ignored him and went to cook the second pot. The topping this time was scallion mushrooms. Peng Yuan quickly rolled back to the bedroom with the handout and closed the windows tightly, lest he couldn't help but overdraw next year's share.

Killing people on the dining table, this is the real devil!

The feeling of fullness brought by the noodles lasted for more than an hour. After finishing the handout, Peng Yuan went through Li Yun’s 99+ information. Among them was a transfer of 7000 yuan. ".

Peng Yuan woke up instantly: "Brother Yun, I'm hungry again."

Peng Yuan has contacted graduate students and tutors of various archeology departments, and knows that applying for funds is very difficult. It requires a lot of evidence, value evaluation and reports, and sometimes he has to use connections to fart.

With just Li Yun's glimpse of the red shield, a simple description of the incident, and a few screenshots of bills, he received a huge sum of money. Peng Yuan is simply blessed.

Peng Yuan quickly confirmed the receipt, and the balance showed that this was not a dream.The black-faced cat suddenly regained blood!

He quickly sent three "Thank you teacher" emojis and continued to check the records.The next message brought his logic back to reality:

"Ah Yuan, the museum caught fire and exploded at 03:30 yesterday afternoon, and the golden coffin in the Mist Continent exploded in the fire.

You sent a message almost five o'clock. If summoning magic is really feasible, the one you summoned is likely to be the owner of the golden coffin. "

This was followed by a piece of local news, which reported in detail the fire and explosion in the museum.

The way to defeat hunger is to swipe your mobile phone, and it has been tried and tested with fire to fight fire.Peng Yuan typed a reply letter: "Brother Yun, you finally believe it. I doubt that this is Prince Hallonni and magician Olin, but he himself denies it."

Li Yun replied quickly: "Review his biography and see if there are any clues."

"He's been miserable all his life. His luck is really bad. If a person will hang up at any time, I think that's why he doesn't want to admit it. He also found a name for himself on Baidu called Ding Jingyi. Don't ask, just don't admit it. ..."

A series of embarrassments last night were replaying in Peng Yuan's mind. Pain, fear and joy are all short-lived, only embarrassment will last forever.

Li Yun sent a line of ellipsis and a line of exclamation points, followed by: "Pay attention to observation and report, and protect other cultural relics as much as possible."

Peng Yuan rubbed his face, and took Ding Jingyi to the hospital to undergo all kinds of radiation, and then took a bath. It is estimated that it would be difficult to keep any age records on his body.

But in that situation, Ding Jingyi rescued Zuo Heng with his foresight, and prevented the serial collision of oil tankers. Peng Yuan couldn't treat him as a cultural relic, but a person who was genuine, a good person, Super hero.

"By the way, how dangerous do you think he is?" Li Yun sent another message.

"He has short-term foreknowledge, rapid transport over short distances, manipulation of water and metal. A social justice