Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Alright, brother Maomao goes into the sea. "

"You're so weird..." Peng Yuan jumped up and kicked Ding Jingyi, not caring that his trousers didn't reach his butt, "I'm going into the sea, you have to be a photographer!"

"Brother Maomao kicks his hoof!" Ding Jingyi caught Peng Yuan's foot, "It's so big!"

Those who know know that Ding Jingyi is talking about feet, but those who don't know think that he said something that violates the advertising law!

These rubbish words that cannot be called pornographic waste constitute Peng Yuan's source of happiness today. He jumped up and down in the cold wind and was so happy that he sprained his feet when he went up the stairs and couldn't get up. Three jumps turned into one step and three turns, and just like that, I arrived at the home of my junior high school sister.

The junior high school sister opened the door to Peng Yuan: "My little brother, why are you acting like Nizi today!"

Peng Yuan is familiar with this younger sister, knowing that she likes a celebrity named Nicholas Hoult, always calling him Nizi, and giving Peng Yuan crazy Amway.

Although Peng Yuan doesn't pursue stars, he is almost becoming the second team under the influence of his ears and eyes.He remembered that he was wearing a camel coat and a suit, which had a British style in it.

"I didn't draw myself a blue furball..." Peng Yuan joked.

"Look at you..." The junior high school sister let him into the house.

Today I will talk about English, which Peng Yuan is least good at. Although he is not good at it, there are always some routines for being a questioner, and it is not a joke-style routine of "one long and two short to choose the longest", but a solid understanding.

Peng Yuan taught her third-year sister in high school for half a year, and her English score has improved from less than 90 to 130. If she gets higher, she will have to rely on famous teachers to teach her composition.After all, grammar is dead, and writing is changing.

Halfway through the topic, the junior high school sister suddenly said: "Little brother, I want to take the exam in your school."

Peng Yuan said frankly: "With this score, you might as well go to Shanghai to read a good second book or the end of the first book."

"I don't want..." The junior high school sister turned up the water-based pen, "I want to study archaeology at the door of my house, just like you."

"Persuading people to be struck by lightning..." Peng Yuan pointed to his face, "Look at how dark your brother is, half of you are persuading people to be struck by lightning, and the other half are digging. You have to travel far to dig the soil, anyway. It is better to go to Shanghai to work than to dig a grave.

I had a classmate in my third year of high school who went to the school on a whim. Now this good guy has signed the tripartite employment agreement at Xiaopozhan. He will go to work after graduation in June.Maybe one day I will go to the Spring Festival Gala with Grandma. "

"Where is it dark..." The junior sister in high school laughed, "It's good for my little brother not to go to the magic capital. I study the culture of Xiaoguguo in my hometown, and there is that golden coffin."

"The golden coffin cannot be used as a labor contract."

"I don't believe it. Such a big research result has been hotly searched in the news. You must have everything."

"Brother, if you have a formal job, you are still here to give you tutoring lessons? Walking on the street and signing autographs is enough to make a living."

When it comes to signing, Peng Yuan felt that he was really possessed by a celebrity, so he quickly patted his face, trying to get rid of the illusion of being possessed. Even if he wants to make his junior sister happy today, he still wants to be himself.

However, the makeup on Ding Jingyi was really amazing, he was about to have a concussion with this slap, but the makeup still remained unchanged, not a single powder came off.

"Little brother took me to do research."

Peng Yuan slapped the brick-thick Wusan: "No problem, just study and do the questions, right away."

The junior high school sister hummed, and the water-based pen began to rustle.Looking at the long notes and thick exercise book, Peng Yuan thought of his career as a question maker in his third year of high school.

He is not a focused person, and when he is doing the questions, his mind will slip away, thinking about Ellowyn, who he is thinking about, whether there will be his lover there-it turns out that there is!

Peng Yuan showed a silly smile, and said softly: "When all these are done and the college entrance examination papers are finished, you will go to university. Once you arrive at university, you will start a new life."

The junior high school sister didn't even raise her head: "You can make a new exercise book."

How can you spoil the atmosphere like this!Peng Yuan thought about it, but didn't say anything.

The junior high school sister asked again: "Little brother, why isn't Joan of Arc listed in the history books?"

"The qualifications for the history books are much harsher than the Heroes' Seat. Although Joan fought fiercely, worked hard, and sacrificed, she did not change the course of history, so she is not on the top. Moreover, the history books of our country are limited in length, and the compilation of teaching materials My teacher wants you to recite less..."

Peng Yuan jokingly said that he knew that his junior high school sister was from the moon, and would quiz him with some strange allusions from time to time, "Why do you think of my warehouse manager in Chaldea?"

"Recently, I found a substitute liver from your school, and I'm going to play during the holidays."

An idea flashed in Peng Yuan's mind: "The substitute liver you're looking for won't be called Geng Zhi?"

"how do you know?"

The business scope of Geng Zhi’s replacement liver replacement is wide, ranging from the chicken king to the Ark FGO.

Those who can't make calls will call others in their order receiving group.In addition, although Geng Zhi has been rich and rich, he has never had a partner, so Ding Jingyi joked that Geng Zhi is the single king.

Peng Yuan nodded: "The circle is small, so we can know each other no matter what."

The younger sister of the third year of high school said "hmm" and went to do the questions by herself.Peng Yuan took three to five minutes from her writing to reading, so he took out his tablet and reviewed Ellowyn's archaeological materials. After all, he was going to the North Atlantic in a few days.The old-fashioned clock is ticking, the sky is getting dark, and time is not waiting for him.

"I think it's wrong, Joan of Arc is really wronged..." The third grader sister said suddenly, "The owner of the golden coffin, why is he listed on every page of your history book? Didn't you say that he is an ordinary nobleman? "

Peng Yuan turned off the tablet screen: "You have to read the history books of France, there is also Joan of Arc."

The junior high school sister refused to let go: "Then why is my wife Joan not as good as an ordinary nobleman?"

Peng Yuan knew that this was the third year of senior high school syndrome - Yali Shanda.

It's useless to reason, you have to coax.But the entry point of coaxing has to start with knowledge itself.

Whenever people around him asked him to popularize Ellowyn's knowledge, Peng Yuan felt like a primary school student being asked by his parents to perform reciting poems at a party.After all, the people who asked were all here for him, a fake foreigner, and wanted to tease him.

Peng Yuan sighed, he felt that after reuniting with Ding Jingyi for so long, the way they sigh must be exactly the same.

"Oh, isn't this his coffin that proves the existence of Ellowyn? When it comes to the existence of Ellowyn, you have to mention the golden coffin of Prince Halroni. Foreigners should also study the Hundred Years War Your wife, Joan of Arc."

"Hmph, okay..." The junior high school sister turned her pen around and wrote down the options.

Peng Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, this matter is over, after all, no one around him would really study Ai Luowen, at most, with the mentality of helping orphans, say a few nice words, and scan his QR code to transfer some small money.

After a few words, it was getting dark, and the junior high school sister turned on the light.Peng Yuan also continued to read his materials.

Sometimes he wondered why the school library had a collection room for materials related to Ellowyn, but he was the only student who focused on research.

Except for Li Yun and a few immortals, there were no ordinary people around Peng Yuan who knew Ai Luowen. His Ai Luowen friends were all on the Internet, eating Amway, but they didn't see him.

Sometimes Peng Yuan wondered whether the books in the collection room were written by himself, or by Karas Curaflo, who was the god of time and space.

In the dream, Peng Yuan and his bereaved boyfriend are the axis of history and everything in the world.

His life is such a dream, and there are a group of good people who support the dream, so that he can continue.

The screen of the mobile phone flickered, and Peng Yuan picked up the mobile phone. The four characters "Please collect the money" appeared in Ding Jingyi's dialog box, accompanied by seven or eight unread messages.

It is said that Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, and the person who transfers money to the orphan is here.

Peng Yuan looked at his younger sister in the third year of high school, and did the first question after reading.He picked up his phone and opened the dialog box.

Ding Jingyi: "The house is out of Coke, you can bring a box when you come back at night."

"Good guy, let me buy Coke and return a case in the cold..." Peng Yuan was delighted. This news and this transfer brought him back from the dream to reality, and made the dream more real.

128. Chapter 128

Peng Yuan opened the kitchen window, and the cold wind poured into the room, making him shiver.

Ding Jingyi patted Peng Yuan on the shoulder: "Isn't it good to go downstairs and set off the whip?"

Peng Yuan clasped his hands: "Anyway, it will fall downstairs, isn't it different if it's high or low?"

Ding Jingyi picked up a magic bullet, weighed it, and stretched it out of the window: "Okay, I'll freeze it for you, I'll do it."

"Stinger—crack!"

Peng Yuan watched the ignited magic bullet go straight to the sky, leaving colorful traces in the air. This is considered a new year.

He put his arms around Ding Jingyi's waist and said, "I regret that I made an appointment with Mr. Dai for archaeology years ago, so I can't go to grandpa's house for the New Year..."

Peng Yuan, Ding Jingyi and Davis agreed to go to the North Atlantic Ocean to explore the "anchor point" of Ellowyn, and the departure time was just before the Lunar New Year.

Ding Jingyi clipped the magic bullet into the crack of the window, and the magic bullet continued to spit out fireworks.

He looked out the window: "Although I have inherited your knowledge, I don't have your cultural feelings, so I don't care about this festival, so I think you don't care either. If I knew you would regret it, I should delay it."

Peng Yuan patted his thigh: "At that time, I was anxious to dig soil in the sea. Who's to blame for that!"

Ding Jingyi rubbed Peng Yuan's hair and said, "I'm also a little tangled."

Peng Yuan asked: "What are you struggling with?"

Ding Jingyi took out her mobile phone and opened the shopping software: "No, I'm giving up the mandarin duck milk tea, and I'm thinking about buying a Moka pot to make coffee alone."

Peng Yuan was already in his note files