Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Ding Jingyi appeared in front of him wearing a shroud, serious;

At that time, they still remembered the origin of the previous life, and they got along carefully like new lovers, discussed archaeology and magic rigorously, and re-appreciated the joy of being alive;

At that time, they were devastated, and they were unlucky and happy in everything big and small.Thinking of this, Peng Yuan felt that the life and love in the past had cycled up again, like winding vines, trying to reach the ceiling of time, space, galaxy and eternal civilization.

However, some things cannot be changed.Although the document of millions of words had been with Peng Yuan all day and night, when Peng Yuan raised his head the next day, everything was as it was before.

The clock pointed to [-]:[-] am on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year on February [-]th, but Ding Jingyi was still in this room. The boyfriend who loved him through life, death and years was arrested and returned to his hometown to become the emperor.

Thinking of this, Peng Yuan hugged the tablet computer "haha" and burst into laughter, and then howled "ahah".

Immediately afterwards, Peng Yuan grabbed his mobile phone and wanted to call Lenny. He had to quickly find a way to get Lenny into Elovin, and Lenny found his cousin, and then helped Peng Yuan pull Ding Jingyi, the deflated king, from the throne. Pull home for dinner!

Peng Yuan found Lenny's profile picture from the address book, and just as he was about to make a call, there was a rustling sound on the window sill. Peng Yuan looked up, and a pair of big golden eyes stared at him, accompanied by grunts. Goo chirps and slapping windows.

Peng Yuan picked up his mobile phone: "Good guy, we didn't go to Hogwarts for the postgraduate interview?"

A brown owl outside the window tapped the glass with its beak, holding a letter in its mouth.The owl is Ellowyn's divine bird, and one of them came out of the blue with a letter. Peng Yuan's thoughts landed and ran like the cat carts pulled by a hundred cats.

He opened the window, and the owl flapped its wings, landed on the writing desk, and walked up and down in style.

Peng Yuan reached out to touch the owl's head, but the owl avoided it with a twist.

Peng Yuan withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "It's quite a card, so I don't touch it yet."

The owl glared at him: "Hold on, Junior, do you know that you're in prison?"

"Ah..." Peng Yuan was stunned, "A local?"

The owl shook its head, and put the letter flat on the desk: "You are so stinky, I am here to deliver the letter to you, how can we be foreigners?"

Peng Yuan was also helpless, thinking about himself, he looked like a foreigner, but neither was his ID card.

He picked up the letter and saw the blood-red anti-clockwise ring of fire seal on the envelope, and felt dizzy for a while.

He hastily pulled out the letter opener. The letter opener was made by Ding Jingyi with the leftovers of the scales. It usually lay in the drawer and was useless, but now it was precisely grasped and appeared on the stage, which looked very much like Ding Jingyi himself.

The owl stepped on the letter: "Don't be in a hurry to open it, you have to verify your authenticity! Your name is Peng Yuan, right? This is an international document. Show me your ID card."

Peng Yuan hastily grabbed out his wallet, took out his ID card from the mottled and peeled-off interlayer, and handed it over.

The owl glanced at it, raised its wings, and dropped a registration form: "Please sign it. People can't go out these days, so I have to deliver all the letters."

Peng Yuan didn't understand what the owl meant. Seeing him in a daze, the owl threw a fountain pen.

Only then did Peng Yuan tremblingly pick up the pen and open the cap, his technique was comparable to that of an aunt in a cafeteria.As if the name had the weight of the world.

After finally signing, Peng Yuan returned the fountain pen to the owl and asked, "Brother, what would you like to eat and drink?"

The owl shook its head: "It's too late to send it to the next family. I don't have time to leave you here for nothing."

After speaking, the owl went out along the crack of the window.

"Hey, don't!" Peng Yuan chased after him, "It's not auspicious to go empty-handed before the first month comes!"

The owl gave him a blank look: "Where do I put my hands? Where do I have hands?"

Peng Yuan forced a piece of chocolate into the owl's wing, but the owl couldn't resist, so it accepted it, and flew away with a puff, leaving only half a feather on the balcony.

Peng Yuan picked up the feather and threw it into the trash can. Then he wiped his hands and carefully opened the envelope with a letter opener. There was a piece of papyrus letter paper and two other envelopes in the envelope.

"Matryoshka."

Even though Peng Yuan said so, he opened the letter solemnly and tremblingly, and flattened it on the table, as if this could restore some part of the writer.After finishing these, Peng Yuan began to read.

141. Chapter 141

The content of the letter is written in standard simplified Chinese, which can be called a natural code that cannot be deciphered in the Mist Continent.

"Dear A Yuan: "I originally wanted to write a long letter, how long will it be?There was a time when there was no Internet, and even the God of Time and Space. At that time, it took a long time to send a letter.

The sender has to contemplate for a long time, write the letter quickly, and then rush to find the postman and send the letter out.

Those who receive the letter have to go through a long wait and a ceremonial welcome to get the letter, and one letter is enough to read for a lifetime.It's probably that long of a letter.

"By the time you read this letter, I have already passed my whole life. When Peng Yuan read this, his eyes blurred and tears fell down. He didn't see Ding Jingyi in just a few days. for a lifetime.

If there is no magic that separates water and fire on the stationery, his reading will stop here.

Peng Yuan wiped his eyes and carefully rolled down the letter paper.The words are very large, and there are many blank spaces between paragraphs, so a letter is long.

"When you read this letter, a lot of messy things have happened in Ellowyn. It is not a natural result of the passage of time, but from the moment you and I separated, the gods had to adjust the time in order to correct the confusion. , for a chance to breathe.

However, time has its own rules. The time that is forcibly extended is like the hand-rolled noodles in the hands of a performer in a hot pot restaurant.

Peng Yuan "haha" laughed wildly, as if Ding Jingyi could hear him: "Your grandfather, the emperor wrote such a letter?"

He read on, and wrote in the letter: "In short, the gods are the chefs of the hot pot restaurant, the citizens of Ellowyn are the guests, and I am the slippery lobby manager. Ellowyn has become an embarrassing cancer epidemic area, Fertile soil for the growth of jokes.

Peng Yuan blurted out: "No matter how unlucky you are, how unlucky you can be. It's not the first day you've tasted deflated."

Handwriting appeared on the blank space on the letter paper, and the hidden magic actively responded to him: "The so-called deflated is not necessarily a complete bad luck, but a small dissatisfaction under great satisfaction."

"Hmm..." Peng Yuan felt his whole body relax suddenly, and he said to himself: "But when you go back to your hometown, you still have something good to do. You can visit your relatives."

The lifespan of demons is limited to a thousand years, and if they want to continue to live, they will also use magic to extend their lifespan.So Ding Jingyi returned to Ellowyn at this time, and it was possible to meet his relatives.

The previous sentence disappeared, and more words appeared on the paper like a typewriter live broadcast: "I saw Mandekelite, and now he is a good architect. All art galleries and art galleries in the South and North He built it all. He got married, got married, greened others, divorced, married, widowed, and lived a complete life."

Peng Yuan looked at it, but thought about how to get Lenny to give the No.50 prince a red envelope. After all, his boyfriend's nephew is also his nephew, so he needs to care about it.

He didn't care too much about the southern and northern kingdoms, and he didn't feel that his nephew's experience seemed to be full of over-maturity, and over-maturity was not worthy of petting.

Another line of words appeared on the paper: "But because of the special nature of being ordered in danger, this child seems to have suddenly become my illegitimate meal."

Peng Yuan spat out a mouthful of old blood: "What kind of illegitimate meal? The eldest nephew asked you for a treasure back then and you refused to give it. He even stabbed you, forget? This is ten thousand times worse than illegitimate meal."

More text was clearly displayed on the paper: "In short, after I returned to the southern country, I lived directly in the Roseburg Palace. Any nobleman who came to visit needs to go through strict inspections, and Mandekelite no longer works, just outside the palace. I stayed at the hotel, and came to see me suddenly while I was out. It lasted for about a year."

Peng Yuan smacked his lips: Good guy, compared to murder, these acts are really illegitimate.

"So I thought of a way to get him off the fan. He was off the fan, and now he doesn't think about food or work, and he spent all the property I left him thousands of years ago, so I had to send someone to secretly give it to him. Some living expenses."

Peng Yuan blurted out: "Ellowine's John Lennon, what did you do to make people lose their fans and suffer such a mental blow?"

Xin sensed Peng Yuan's question: "I was shitting wild shit in the palace garden, and I deliberately let him meet him."

"Huh? Kekeke—"

Peng Yuan almost lost his breath.Ding Jingyi was very particular about everything she did in the bathroom, she wanted to drive Peng Yuan away, but now she turned into a wild shit emperor with a clear mind, it's really amazing.

But NO.50 prince ran away after seeing it, he is definitely a regular artist, he can tell the difference between shit and rice.

If he catches up with fanatical fanatics, he will definitely pick up that piece of wild shit and enshrine it, maybe divide it into several bottles, and sell it at a high price on the black market in the fan circle.

The next paragraph of the letter reads: "Of course, before the wild shit incident, I asked Mandekerit to grant you the exclusive translation rights of "History of Architecture of the Rose Dynasty". The written document is attached."

Peng Yuan opened a small envelope with a pattern of roses wrapped around double swords on the cover. Inside the envelope was a formal document, written like a print:

"Thanks to His Majesty the Emperor for your favor, I hereby grant the right to translate all my works to the little people in distant countries