Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Added to the devil's food knowledge base, mandarin duck milk tea is a common one on Ding Jingyi's food list.

When Ding Jingyi first came to G City, he made coffee and black tea separately, and then blended them together, but the taste was always poor, and I don't know why.

Later, Ding Jingyi made less and less, and then he only relied on takeaway if he wanted to drink.Today, we finally liquidated the Yuanyang milk tea and put it into the embrace of coffee.

Peng Yuan understood Ding Jingyi's hesitation: the two of them will go out to dig the soil soon, and it will take only a few days to buy it now, so it's better to wait until you come back to buy it, maybe there will be an e-commerce promotion.

It’s all about understanding, it’s hard not to spend some money during Chinese New Year, Peng Yuan blurted out: “Just one pot, buy it!”

Ding Jingyi stared at him blankly: "When we come back, what should we do if the pot grows hairy?"

"You don't even need it, the most will be ashes, how can there be fluff..." Peng Yuan closed the window and went into the house after watching the magic bullet chug.

Ding Jingyi followed behind him: "You are Mao Mao."

Peng Yuan put on his cotton trousers: "Let's go, go to the supermarket to buy a pot, make it today, and be happy today."

Ding Jingyi smiled wryly: "By the way, the whip was released."

The two carried five firecrackers the size of truck wheels and went downstairs. The floor was already covered with red debris. Peng Yuan paved the firecrackers, took a deep breath of sulfur, and felt like the New Year.

He looked back at Ding Jingyi, who was wearing a bright red suit, which was especially suitable for the occasion amidst the sky full of festivities - it just looked a little cold.

And Peng Yuan himself was wearing bulging cotton-padded clothes and trousers, as if he was still fluffy, dressed up in a rustic look by his grandma and grandpa.

Ding Jingyi squatted down: "According to the part of the knowledge you left behind, it is very interesting to pick out the unlit small whips from the firecracker debris to play."

Peng Yuan looked at the five truck wheel firecrackers stacked up to the height of his waist, and felt embarrassed.

When I was young, my family didn't have much money, so I had to rely on my grandpa to buy a hundred firecrackers for the New Year.

One hundred rings is not enough, so Peng Yuan learned to turn over the pile of firecrackers and look for the small firecrackers that were not lit to play.

But his luck seems to be unlucky by nature, children from other families will always get two small whips after pawing a few times, Peng Yuan scratched two districts, one afternoon is not bad.

Peng Yuan said, "That's not much easier than smoking SSR."

Ding Jingyi pointed at the five truck wheels: "There are five here, let's order four, and I will disassemble the remaining one for you, and pick them out one by one. Each hand is an SSR!"

A truck wheel is [-] rings. This operation is equivalent to a prize pool with only SSR and [-] card draw tickets.

The love from his own boyfriend made Peng Yuan's blood boil instantly. He jumped up and jumped like a goat while pressing the wheel of the truck: "Okay! It's on fire!"

After jumping down, Peng Yuan sprained his injured foot again, stumbled and fell onto Ding Jingyi's back with a "bang".

Ding Jingyi covered his face in the pile of firecrackers and shouted, "Want to feed me for the Chinese New Year? No way!"

Peng Yuan also howled: "I didn't mean it!"

Ding Jingyi didn't care, he carried Peng Yuan on his back and fell on his back, Peng Yuan was also riveting, and the two of them twisted back to back on the thick firecracker crumbs and stepped together, as if they were dancing.

"Fucking mentally handicapped, fuck you!"

"Bullshit cat, fuck you!"

The two twisted and twisted, and they didn't know who cast the magic first. A spark flew up and ignited the wheels of the truck behind them. Immediately, the wheels of the truck exploded with [-] noises, rumbling like an air raid scene.

Peng Yuan shouted: "It's over, run!"

As he spoke, he dragged Ding Jingyi to twist again, and the two of them seemed to have developed a tacit understanding from the previous twisting and twisting exercises, and they ran tacitly, like the sound of two twisted legs, the three-legged flag of the Isle of Man.Bright red firecrackers danced around them, as if to dispel eternal bad luck.

When the dust settled at [-] rings, Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi also ran to the gate of the community, letting each other go, as if two decoupled modules were arranged alphabetically in the function library, panting heavily.

Peng Yuan sat down on the ground: "It's so exciting!"

"Get up quickly..." Ding Jingyi tugged him, "Aren't you afraid that your butt will freeze off if you sit on the floor?"

The weather is more than ten degrees below zero, so it makes sense to say so, but Peng Yuan doesn't think about it, his butt seems to be glued to happiness at this moment, and they are inseparable.

"Frozen off, don't want your butt..." Peng Yuan giggled, "Give me another iron railing, and go back to my childhood."

Ding Jingyi gave him a kick: "Go out without thinking—"

With this kick going out, Ding Jingyi slipped and fell down himself.Peng Yuan reached out to pick it up, only supported his buttocks, and his two long legs fell on his shoulders.

Before Peng Yuan realized what was going on, a familiar voice sounded beside him: "What's the matter with you two, did you mess with the entrance of the community in winter?"

Both Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi turned their heads, and saw Geng Zhi standing in the pile of firecrackers opposite, with a look of hell on his face, and even wanted to touch the phone from his pocket.

— Destroyed!Sociality is dead!

Peng Yuan's mind was full of how this scene was posted on the school's post bar, and he would not be able to come to class in the future.

Ding Jingyi patted his butt, and sat down on the ground as if nothing happened: "Geng Zhi, why are you here? Don't you live far away?"

Peng Yuan also came to his senses, his boyfriend is still the professional in dealing with aftermath.Peng Yuan also sat upright, and the chill would spread to his buttocks, so he squatted up and gave an assist: "Why are you here honestly?"

He took a few handfuls out of his pocket with honest hands, and found a chestnut-colored thorn ball with a small black nose, steaming in the cold wind.

"Ajiu—"

Prickly Ball sneezed, revealing small hands as thick as wool and black bean-like eyes, and Peng Yuan realized that it was a little hedgehog.

"I picked up a hedgehog..." Geng Zhi said, "I have been sneezing all the time. I have checked at the surrounding pet hospitals. They said that they have never treated hedgehogs, so I dare not treat them. I searched for a veterinary station near the school and took a look."

Ding Jingyi took out his phone, took a picture of the hedgehog, and started searching for pictures.Peng Yuan also stepped forward: "You're lucky."

Geng Zhi is notoriously disliked by animals. He goes to school to distribute cat food, and stray cats dare not eat it when they see him around.

Once when I went to the zoo for a school event, the wolves, tigers and leopards in the zoo saw the uprightness and lined up to rush into the nest. The giant pandas also climbed the tree and covered their eyes.

Geng Zhi had an old father-like smile on his face, and he was never so happy when he was working alone to make money: "That's not true."

"How did you pick it up?" Peng Yuan asked again.

Geng Zhi rubbed the little hedgehog: "I wanted to set off firecrackers when I got up early. He was at the door as soon as I opened the door, and wanted to enter the house. As soon as I stretched out my hand, he was in my hand, neither stabbing nor biting."

After the picture search was completed, Ding Jingyi stood up: "Your hedgehog is an African species. It needs a temperature of more than 20 degrees in daily life. You can't stand the cold. No wonder you want to enter the house. Hurry up and let's go to the veterinary station together."

Geng Zhi was full of confusion: "Africa? I wondered if there was a Baojiaxian at home and didn't tell me."

"I'm going to go to the veterinary station and still keep the house. What do you think..." Ding Jingyi turned on the navigation and positioning, "Let's go, let's treat Bai Daxian's cold."

The three of them went to the veterinary station like this.After busying with the hedgehogs, it was getting dark.The supermarket closes early for the Chinese New Year, and the purchase of a moka pot fell through.

Ding Jingyi lay paralyzed on the sofa, watching the replay of the 2018 Spring Festival Gala, and said leisurely, "I want to drink coffee."

Peng Yuan jumped up: "I'll take a taxi and go to the city to buy Starbucks."

"Don't go..." Ding Jingyi became even more paralyzed, "It's not that I want to drink, it's just that kind of entanglement, you understand?"

Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi: "I will buy it tomorrow, I will buy it tomorrow."

"Not today, maybe after the Spring Festival..." Ding Jingyi said, as if he had a thorough understanding of what the Spring Festival is.

Like a rite of passage, if it's not done on time, don't do it until the right time.

129. Chapter 129

"Whoa, whoa..."

"Meow meow meow--"

Peng Yuan woke up from the familiar noise. He had a dream earlier. In the dream, he was sometimes a unicorn with a headache, sometimes a mermaid with body pain, and finally a cat fainted from hunger.

The dream returns to the dream, but now his chest is hot, he suspects that in the dream he installed a Chernobyl nuclear reactor on his chest.

Hehehe stretched out the cat's paw from the bedside table and poked Peng Yuan's face: "I'm out of food, give me food."

The sun is three poles, which is a good time to cook.Peng Yuan turned over in a daze, trying to get out of bed to feed Hehehe, but he couldn't move: Ding Jingyi was buried in his arms, hugging his waist.Peng Yuan squirmed a few times, the heat from his chest spread out, Peng Yuan woke up suddenly, and knew the reason for his chest fever.

"Jingyi, you have a fever."

Ding Jingyi raised his head slowly: "Do I have...fever."

Peng Yuan didn't bother to sleep anymore, he took out the thermometer and stuffed it under Ding Jingyi's armpit.

"What's on your mind these days?" Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi's forehead, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, I'm not going to the North Atlantic Ocean..." Ding Jingyi whimpered and rubbed her back, burying her face in Peng Yuan's arms, "I'm a little annoyed when I think of the sea. Once I'm annoyed, I have a fever."

Peng Yuan looked at the calendar, and there were still 24 hours before the agreed time to go to the North Atlantic.He rubbed Ding Jingyi: "I've gone to the Bohai Sea, so I'm not missing the Atlantic Ocean."

"I'm not afraid of the sea... huh..."

Ding Jingyi grunted and fell asleep again.

Hehehe, who was waiting at the side, took the opportunity to climb onto Peng Yuan's shoulder: "Give me food quickly."

Peng Yuan got out of bed and went to the kitchen to fill up the cat food, hehehehe started to eat.

"Hungry..." Peng Yuan squeezed the cat's back.

After walking down a few steps, Peng Yuan was not sleepy any more, and he also muttered in his heart: Ding Jingyi had a fever before reaching the beach