Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Dexin..." Peng Yuan remembered, "It's also very edible. "

"It's easy, you don't need to arrange armed police when you meet, just find a hotel when you have time."

Peng Yuan's heart suddenly became cold: "Are you free? Brother Yun, I finally found an ancient demon, why don't you hurry up?"

"I've already reported it, and I went through the expedited process, so the funds arrived before the bank opened. But the school has other cases that need to be dealt with first, and this Ding Jingyi's threat level is not high. You should observe first, and remember to make up for it." Report due on Monday."

other cases?Low threat level?Words such as "Cthulhu" and "Cthulhu" flashed through Peng Yuan's mind. He accepted Li Yun's report template, scanned the chat history again, and finally looked at Ding Jingyi who was eating the third pot of noodles—he was concerned about the stock in the refrigerator. The threat level is very high!

13. Chapter 13

Peng Yuan stood at the door and searched all over his body, but there was no key.There are no coat pockets, trouser pockets, or black-faced cat canvas bags.At this time, he remembered that the key was on the desk, and he put it there when he changed the materials.

Peng Yuan pressed the doorbell, but it didn't ring.After the doorbell was out of power last time, he didn't install the battery anymore, after all, no one came to him.

Takeaway is unaffordable, and all express delivery is placed at the school self-pickup point.Although Li Yun has a warm relationship with him, it is limited to a teacher-student relationship.

Peng Yuan knocked on the door, but the door was covered with sponge, and there was no sense of rebound. He punched again with his arms full, in vain.

The sponge is three centimeters thick. It is neither fireproof nor theftproof, only Zuo Heng. Zuo Heng came to the door twice and abandoned the medical treatment list.

The landlord had a nervous breakdown before, so he soundproofed the interior of the house.Knocking is useless.

The previous convenience has now become a hindrance.Peng Yuan scratched his head, looked at his phone, it was almost twelve o'clock, and all the buses had stopped.

Because the girl who was tutoring had to go to the hospital tomorrow, Peng Yuan talked enough for two days tonight, and it was only the time to come back.

Peng Yuan put away his mobile phone, the day he locked his door finally came!It's really balding.

At the same time, the door opened automatically, and strands of warm light shone onto Peng Yuan's face.Ding Jingyi appeared at the door in red plush pajamas, with two plush devil horns drooping on his nightcap. He pouted sideways and signaled Peng Yuan to come in.

"Thank you...how did you know I was back?"

"I'm not deaf..." Ding Jingyi stepped on her flip-flops and slapped into the kitchen.

"Owl level hearing."

Peng Yuan stepped into the door.The rental house was still the same rental house, but with the addition of someone who could open the door for him, it became a little different.

Ding Jingyi let out a "hmm" and sat back at the dining table, the meaning was unclear, and Peng Yuan didn't completely decipher the language of the demon, but it sounded a little relieved—as if he had just been liberated from loneliness.

Do demons feel lonely at home by themselves?

The TV was not turned off, and Peng Yuan dialed to the military channel at the request of Ding Jingyi before leaving the house. The World Weapons Award was broadcast on the screen, and Dongfeng Express's mission must reach the United States and Japan in an urgent manner.

"Were you still in charge of military supplies before?" Peng Yuan took off his canvas shoes.

"Part of it..." Ding Jingyi sat back at the table.

"How does it feel? Missile."

"If these weapons are really man-made, then contemporary people have reached the height of gods."

Ding Jingyi curled up her legs on the chair, just like a deer running out of the scene of a wildfire or a marsh jumping fish in an awkward group chat, fearful and pretending to be calm.

"Okay, take it easy, once the cannon fires, you'll get ten thousand taels of gold, you don't usually need missiles..."

Peng Yuan switched to the set-top box web drama, and chose "Downton Abbey" after hesitation for a long time.Ding Jingyi's curious eyes fell on the screen.

There are snow pans and porcelain bowls on the dining table, and a few pickle roots are displayed like specimens. I don’t know which bowl of noodles it is.

The prince thousands of years ago now eats pickled vegetable noodles!The four characters "class decline" appeared in front of Peng Yuan's eyes.

Ding Jingyi waved his hand, and the pots, bowls and chopsticks automatically flew into the sink under the effect of magic.

He opened the Yunnan Baiyao on the table, applied it to his nails with a cotton swab, and rubbed it happily.

It’s time to open your eyes again, is this exquisite or showy operation?

"What are you doing?" Peng Yuan put the canvas bag on the table.

"Grind your nails..." Ding Jingyi replied.

Peng Yuan clicked on the shopping software and searched for "nail grinding": "You can buy special nail cotton."

Ding Jingyi paused: "Is there such a thing?"

Peng Yuan himself knows nothing about beauty care, and there is no relevant record in his cognition, so naturally he will not pass it on to Ding Jingyi through summoning magic.

Although Ding Jingyi has the awareness of maintenance, he has no understanding of today's small props.

Peng Yuan looked at Ding Jingyi lost in thought, he opened the report and filled in a series of questions.

"Haven't you thought about searching the Internet?" Peng Yuan scratched his head.

Ding Jingyi was also stunned: "There is no such option in the knowledge you left me."

Peng Yuan wrote it down, and added that he was guessing: Ding Jingyi can understand language and allusions, but he doesn't understand mobile phones, and he doesn't know how to use the Internet. What can be deduced from this?

Language existed before the twelfth century, but cell phones and leather bags are more recent.

Peng Yuan scratched his head and wrote a conclusion: The knowledge that summoning magic imparts to the summoned is limited by the age of the summoned, and the knowledge that was born later than the summoned needs to be re-understood.

What a serious nonsense!This stupid topic must be turned over.Peng Yuan pulled out the spare machine and handed it to Ding Jingyi, and briefly explained the usage of shopping, Q&A, search engine and short video software.

While Ding Jingyi was fiddling with the spare machine, Peng Yuan took out a set of red sportswear from the canvas bag: "I sent your clothes to the school for testing, and these are replacement clothes for you. The shoes are in the closet, you You can wear whatever you want."

Ding Jingyi snapped his fingers, shook the sportswear out of thin air, and showed an expression like his hair from eating food: "I like this suit better, and I wear it for an extra night, and I have feelings for it."

Peng Yuan looked at the set of devil horn pajamas and laughed: "My lord, you are pajamas, it's not hygienic to wear them outside. This sportswear is suitable for going out, and it's everywhere on the street, so it's unremarkable."

Ding Jingyi's eyebrows trembled: "Let me think of a way, do you have needlework?"

Peng Yuan found a box of needlework from the gift glove box, and took a photo of the sportswear.

While watching Ding Jingyi unpacking clothes, Peng Yuan wrote in the report that he "has the skills to disassemble and sew clothes", and he was stunned at the floating pieces of cloth and the automatically flying needles and threads.

After meeting Ding Jingyi, Peng Yuan's luck became like a rocket, as if God opened doors, windows and heaven for him.

He first obtained research funding in an exceptional way;

The tutoring class left too late, and they also gave a taxi subsidy, but Peng Yuan himself took the bus to save money, in order to go to the night market to buy clothes for Ding Jingyi.

Peng Yuan ran into Zuo Heng when he was shopping for clothes at the night market, but a pig-brained warning scared him away, making Peng Yuan suspect that he was a little too defensive.

Peng Yuan floated away and challenged the blind box before the boutique closed. Although he still didn't win the black-faced cat, he got the hidden leopard-print cat.

Peng Yuan didn't grow grass, and there happened to be an old couple with a young husband next to him. The boy asked for it, and the rich woman and aunt bought it, saving Peng Yuan the trouble of posting on the website.

When Peng Yuan was in a daze, the sportswear top hung on the hanger automatically. The shape was obviously much more correct, and the extra small fabrics became straps and stripes, adding an urban functional atmosphere.

The dozens of night market stalls instantly turned into small items with a sense of design. Peng Yuan couldn't help touching the sportswear: "It's awesome, my lord!"

Ding Jingyi hugged her knees: "Stop flattering, what do you wish for?"

Summoning the Devil finally asks you to make a wish, and it's interesting!

"Field Archeology in the Fog Continent!"

Ding Jingyi rolled his eyes: "Be realistic, I don't even know where it is."

"Then you... watch the sky at night?"

The magic system of the Fog Continent includes star magic, which is astrology in the Middle Ages and corresponds to astronomy in the modern scientific system.

Star magic belongs to advanced magic, and there are only records of demons and gods successfully casting spells in the literature.

There are legends in the literature that the foggy continent rose to the sky and turned into a new star.If the spell is successfully cast and the misty star is located, maybe you can also link up with the Astrophysics Department of another school, get close to senior geeks, and drink Vita lemon tea.Peng Yuan felt like he was floating again.

Ding Jingyi rested his chin on his knees: "No."

Peng Yuan leaned forward: "My lord, in this civilization, it is taboo for a man to say that he is not good enough."

Ding Jingyi groaned, "Star magic needs to change back to the demon form to cast spells", "Consumes too much magic power, I can't eat it back for a while", "Contemporary environmental protection is too bad, there is no magic power in the air", "The next time you cast a spell, wait 100 years."

Peng Yuan quickly took out konjac shredded snacks: "How much do you want to eat, I will ask the teacher and the school to apply for funding."

Ding Jingyi grunted and chewed the konjac shreds that he took out of the snack basket: "I use you to raise it?"

Zhenxiang warned at the scene, Peng Yuan wanted to hold back his laughter, but he still let out a series of "haha". He is also a professional college student, and he can't laugh in most cases, except when it is particularly funny.

Ding Jingyi also felt something was wrong, and swallowed the konjac shreds in one gulp: "You change your wish."

A flash of light flashed in Peng Yuan's mind: "Black-faced cat blind box!"

He quickly explained the bloody and tearful history of smoking the blind box, and Ding Jingyi smiled after hearing this: "It's not difficult to get good luck in small things, you can smoke it as usual tomorrow."

"I'll buy you two boxes of chicken rice!" Peng Yuan rubbed his hands.

Three in the morning.

"The devil has extraordinary design ability and hand-made ability..." Peng Yuan put the comparison photos of the sportswear into the file and sent it to Li Yun, and the report came to an end for now.

Peng Yuan lying