Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

already.

He really didn't want to know how stubborn and annoying he was.Isn't it punishment to recognize yourself and suffer for it?

"I haven't seen you for a while, you...are you not angry?"

Olin asked just like that, as if he was no longer a tangled old-school official, but a confused little prince at the border.

"Ah, what's there to be angry about..." Callas rubbed Olin's face, "Even with the energy of the stars, it will take at least a year for you to recover. Resting is not a problem. Besides, you have been letting Anna Write me back, that's enough, I thought you'd put yourself to sleep with magic.

At first, I wanted to see you again on Advent, and if you hadn't recovered by then, I would take you to Settrum for treatment. "

Orin breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, and buried his face in Karas's arms.Using deep sleep to digest the energy of the stars was also one of his plans, but he couldn't implement it because of waiting and entanglement.Callas knew him well, whether it was his personal habits or the thinking of a magician.

No, it can't be over like this. The current situation is too good, and there is still something to be destroyed.

Olin raised his head and said, "But there will always be a result to the entanglement, and we will follow the agreement in the letter. Seventeen matches, and then we will end everything."

Olin remembered what he said in the reply letter: I will kill you within seventeen matches.Callas's reply didn't have a single word, it was a smiling cat's head.

"Haha, sleep well tonight..." Callas patted Olin, "Sleep well, you can compete with me in your dreams."

These words seemed to be a wonderful incantation, and Orin lost consciousness in such a daze, and fell asleep on Karas.

To hell with the competition!After this incident, he didn't mention the entanglement caused by the ability gap again, as if love made the entanglement blurred.

153. Chapter 153

Peng Yuan sat in front of the writing desk and turned on the live broadcast beauty light. His face looked strange in the front camera, with a cute aura of a big cat.

Peng Yuan picked up the makeup brush, turned it in his hand, and the residual powder on the makeup brush flew, forming a circular line that spread like an asteroid belt.

He dipped in some dark eyeshadow and made it thicker around the eyes, so that he didn't look good, like a punk youth.

It seems that he is not in the spring of 2020, but in every cold spring, whenever he has the opportunity to do something wonderful.

Peng Yuan clicked on Lenny's profile picture, typed and asked, "Can the broadcast start?"

Lenny replied: "Okay, I landed."

"it is good."

Peng Yuan sent out a video invitation and connected to Leoni. The screen was divided into two, one side was Peng Yuan who was live broadcasting at home, and the other was the wasteland in Leoni's camera. The wasteland was bare, only stones and withered grass.

Peng Yuan has fantasized about the appearance of Ellowyn countless times, both ancient and contemporary, and he has also seen the miniature city of Ellowyn countless times in Ding Jingyi's sculptures: simple stone buildings with a sense of the Middle Ages, and exquisite design and structure , with the blessing of magic, it has luster and beauty.

But he never imagined the wasteland.

And the wasteland lay ahead.

Peng Yuan said: "Anyway, you go in, I'll start warming up."

"Come."

Peng Yuan opened the official account and posted: "The live broadcast room is open, and the live broadcast will start in 3 minutes."

The red dot prompt immediately swallowed up a corner of his screen.

"Mr. Dai..." Peng Yuan sent Davis a message. In order to adapt to their contact, Davis also had to register a WeChat account. The mobile phone number used for the WeChat account is still the number of Peng Yuan's backup phone, "We When you're ready, take a look."

Davis replied, "Got it."

With 1 minute left, Peng Yuan took a final turn around the house, looked at the workbench left by Ding Jingyi, and couldn't help but raised his hand to touch it. Ding Jingyi's phantom appeared on the workbench. The phantom was no different from himself. A good model skeleton fills in the details.

Peng Yuan waved his hand, and the illusion disappeared.He sat in front of the workbench, raised his hands to where the phantom had just been, and put them down again.

Sometimes Peng Yuan's thoughts would go very far. He doubted whether he was worthy of the relationship of four lifetimes. The number four is no more than three. There is a strange sense of irregularity in the relationship, which is an unstable weight and measure.

Destiny showed up in person again, tactfully expressed her dislike, and almost pointed to Peng Yuan's nose and said, "Would you rather match?"

So what?But even with these obstacles, we still have to continue.Not out of rational thinking or emotional pursuit, but instinct.

Anyone who has tasted love will never give up—not to mention, Ding Jingyi is not difficult to find.

Peng Yuan stood up and returned to the simple live broadcasting station.There were already [-] viewers in the live broadcast room.

Peng Yuan took a deep breath, and his heart was pounding.He opened the live broadcast, and the screen was split into two, one side was a monotonous wasteland, and the other side showed his face under soft light, like a proof photo.

Barrages floated out one after another: "The black-faced cat shows its face!"

"It turned out to be a foreigner!"

Peng Yuan wiped his forehead, it was the first time that he directly exposed himself to the public.He turned on the microphone and said:

"Hi everyone, um, the black-faced cat is here for dinner."

The barrage in the live room rolled like a waterfall.

After the first sentence was spoken, Peng Yuan was no longer timid.It seems that the descendant of the unicorn heard the promise of being loved for the first time, and regained the courage to continue living.

Peng Yuan continued: "It was during the epidemic, and everyone couldn't go out. It happened that the mist star fell into the Canadian waters of the North Atlantic Ocean, so we seized this opportunity to have a live archaeological live broadcast. Now there are 3 people in the live broadcast room. There are more than [-] excrement officers, thank you for your support."

Because the name of Peng Yuan's official account is also a black-faced cat with various prefixes, so his fans uniformly call themselves Shit Shovel Officer.After Peng Yuan finished speaking, gifts had already begun in the live broadcast room.

Peng Yuan looked at the mirror and the camera, and felt that the powder on his head was about to fall off with sweat: "Thank you bosses for the gifts, thank you."

Lenny's voice came from the scene: "Don't thank me, let's see what this is."

Immediately afterwards, Lenny's camera shakes, and the wasteland of Ellowyn becomes foggy, and there is a wet nothingness in the camera.

Peng Yuan cleared his throat quickly, and glanced at the cue card: "We came prepared this time, and invited the internationally renowned explorer Mr. Reinhard Kleist to enter Ellowyn.

Mr. Kleist was born in a senior Ellowyn cultural research family and has rich exploration experience.Because the name is too long, um, eight characters, let's call him Lenny. "

The barrage rolled out in a circle, "Hahaha, the name is too long, it's okay."

"Now he has landed in Ellowyn..." Peng Yuan stared at the screen, "Lenny, say hello to the shit-shoveling officers in the live broadcast room."

Lenny was also polite, and a heavy voice came from Ellowyn: "Ladies and gentlemen, Karas Curaflo and his dear... shit shovelers!"

The barrage scrolled faster: "Wow, I can speak Chinese, and I can speak Chinese as an interpreter!"

"It can't be a recording!"

At this time, the number of people in the live broadcast room quickly exceeded [-].The keyword funnel in the background also gradually pulled out two words, "foreigner" and "translation accent".

Peng Yuan's face was captured by the camera, he couldn't make any expressions, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: It's just a human design, can it suck so much?

It's just human.

Peng Yuan maintained a smile. He was only the first day as an anchor, and he showed a professional smile like this: "Lenny just said what he saw, but there was only fog on the live connection. Lenny, you can lean the camera closer Is it near?"

More fog filled the lens, and Lenny wiped it a few times, and the vision gradually became clear.Peng Yuan saw a huge obsidian stele with faint golden traces on it.

Peng Yuan said: "Put your hand on it, I need to see the proportions."

According to what Peng Yuan said, Lenny put his hand wearing a tactical glove on the boundary marker. The boundary marker was taller than Lenny, and Peng Yuan could feel a cold breath of death coming through the screen.

Peng Yuan came to a conclusion: "It should be the boundary marker of Elovin. During the first dynasty of the Rose Dynasty under the reign of Queen Feliaia, the specifications of the boundary marker were formulated. The current unit of length, width and height is 1 meter? 1 meter? 2 Meters, the size of two standing air conditioners. If it's really a boundary marker, Lenny, you're on the border of Ellowyn."

The barrage of "appreciation experts" was rolled up in the live broadcast room.

Peng Yuan trembled in his heart, even if he was joking, he would not like to be called an expert.He is far from a real professional.

Lenny rubbed around the obsidian boundary marker again, and there was golden writing on the south-facing side of the boundary marker.Lenny took a few steps back and pointed the camera at the boundary marker: "Can you see clearly?"

Peng Yuan stared at the golden handwriting, which was obviously altered with ax chisels, and there was a pattern of a counterclockwise ring of fire on it.

Peng Yuan read out: ""2020-Ai Luowen Southern Kingdom-Flaming Rose Dynasty".This is the dividing line between north and south of Ellowyn.Lenny landed on the border. "

"That's right, the border..." Lenny responded.

Peng Yuan: "Lenny, tell me how you got to the ground. The process of landing just now was not broadcast."

Lenny: "Skydiving."

He pointed to the detached parachute. The parachute was not far from the boundary marker and spread out into a big mushroom cake on the open ground.

Lenny replied: "I was just looking at this boundary marker, and I will deal with it."

With such a large parachute left on the ground, it was obviously a strange and glaring target.Lenny walked to the parachute, retracted it with deft movements, and quickly folded it into a roll the size of a schoolbag.

He dug a hole in the ground with a marching shovel, the shovel clanged, and the mud in the wilderness was as hard as a rock.

"Okay, it's all right..." Lenny said, covering with the last shovelful of soil, "Navigate me