Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

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When he opened his eyes again, the pink pads were gone, leaving only ridiculously large feet that made it difficult to buy shoes.

Peng Yuan knew that he had absorbed the complete heart of the gods and returned to his human body.

"Mom!"

Ding Jingyi hurriedly took off her coat and covered Peng Yuan's head.Ding Jingyi's coat is a long-sleeved dress that only reaches to the chest, covering a very small area.Covering your face when you can't cover your whole body is simply the best choice.

However, the reporters at the venue couldn't allow them to think too much, and the cameras clicked and clicked.Ding Jingyi pushed Peng Yuan under the seat.

"Hide!" Ding Jingyi shouted in a low voice.

That being said, the reporters jumped over the officials in the meeting and headed straight for Ding Jingyi's seat.

Ding Jingyi hurriedly picked up Peng Yuan and went up towards the transparent dome.The morning sun shone on them, and the monarch in tuxedo and his naked lover cast shadows and melons on the ground, like a moving oil painting.

"Your Majesty the Emperor..." A spokesperson cast his gaze upwards, "Even if you lack attention for a long time, you can't bring male pets to the parliament venue! It's indecent!"

"Impeach him!"

"It's all over!" Ding Jingyi cursed close to Peng Yuan's ear, "I'll see it in the newspaper tonight, believe it or not!"

Peng Yuan didn't dare to take off the gown on his head: "Brother, this isn't deflation, it's social death!"

Peng Yuan knew very well, as much as his butt was exposed outside, as much face as his boyfriend lost in the national parliament.Fortunately, his butt is only that big, and his boyfriend's face is not too big.

"So I say it's all over!"

"It doesn't matter if it's dead, we're all together again anyway..." Peng Yuan said.

Ding Jingyi laughed, patted Peng Yuan's buttocks, and made a clear and crisp sound, and the voice of "indecent" in the venue became louder.

Ding Jingyi seemed to have gotten used to the death of the society, and there was no change in expression on her face.

Peng Yuan suspected that during the extra five years, Ding Jingyi had definitely encountered a worse situation.

He didn't dare to ask, for fear of arousing embarrassing memories.Just like that, he was brought back to the bedroom by Ding Jingyi with his head covered.

Ding Jingyi took out some pieces of fabric as if he had been prepared, and started cutting the clothes on the spot.

Peng Yuan rubbed his hands, stood in front of the full-length mirror and fiddled with Ding Jingyi: "I have become the emperor, and I haven't given up my tailoring skills yet!"

"It's strange, it's strange, you will be laughed at if you wear it out, hahaha."

Peng Yuan looked at himself in the mirror, with needles and threads flying all over his body, and within a few minutes, a set of robes worn by public officials was ready. Peng Yuan also changed from a person who just came out of the bathhouse into a well-dressed magician.

The memories of the early days surged in Peng Yuan's mind and coincided with reality.With trembling hands, he slowly touched the button of the wizard's robe.

Ellowyn's dress system has not changed too much. Compared with the magician's costume 1000 years ago, this suit only has simplified long sleeves, and the rest is the same.

"Too formal?" Ding Jingyi sensed Peng Yuan's change, "I'll make another set of casual clothes."

Peng Yuan held Ding Jingyi's hand, unable to speak for a long time.He remembered that when Calas Kuraflo was not the God of Time and Space, he also wore such a magician uniform, and met the adored Prince Halroni in the palace of Rose Castle—and then found out that the other party was a jerk.

"It's okay, this suit is very good, it fits well and is comfortable..." Peng Yuan said, wiping his eyes, "I just remembered the past, I just saw you, and I didn't think of the unicorn and the mermaid. After your time."

Ding Jingyi hugged Peng Yuan and kissed his forehead: "You think I'm annoying, don't you?"

"No..." Peng Yuan said, "Although there are various obstacles, I can feel that you still like me. You see, when I was a kitten and you were a prince, you made clothes for me. Now I You are a student, you are the emperor, and you still make clothes for me."

Ding Jingyi held Peng Yuan's hand, stared into his eyes, and Peng Yuan gazed back tenderly. In Ding Jingyi's red eyes, he saw enthusiasm, love and his own shadow, as if they existed in the universe since the birth of the universe. These gems are discovered every now and then.

Ding Jingyi looked at Peng Yuan, his eyelids trembled, and he gradually dozed off.

"Why are you still sleepy?" Peng Yuan asked.

Ding Jingyi turned her face away: "You...you have too much divine energy coming out of your eyes."

Peng Yuan didn't realize the energy influence he produced, and only after hearing Ding Jingyi's words did he feel something was wrong.

It is true that the complete heart of the gods gave him enough energy, but it was outrageous to think about it.He had no choice but to blink and put away the energy first.

"You said that this thing Lenny bought on the street, how can it be like this?" Peng Yuan didn't understand.

Ding Jingyi felt the convergence of energy, and then turned her face back: "This is a long story. The hearts of gods circulating in the market today are only useful to those who have served as gods before."

The reasoning sounded right, but Peng Yuan was even more confused. He asked, "That's even more outrageous. How could such a precious thing be passed down in the world?"

"How many times have I said that Ain abolished Ai Luowen's god system..." Ding Jingyi covered his head and climbed onto the bed, "So the heart of the gods has become a dangerous collectible. After all, collecting things that were abolished by the previous dynasty is Irregular.

But I am too lazy to waste the administrative cost of inspections to deal with these leftover collections. I will let the ministers pay attention to the relics of the age of gods, and only fine them when necessary. "

"Writing is necessary, read it as a deficit in the national treasury, right?" Peng Yuan followed.

"Brother Maomao is very clever, who else in this room is called very clever?"

Ding Jingyi lay sprawled, "I can't do it anymore, your eyesight is too strong, I'll sleep for a while."

Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi's face, and Ding Jingyi took his hand and placed it on her chest.

"You are here, this is better than anything..."

As Ding Jingyi spoke, the vague words turned into a clear "嘿".The bed was bare, with no pillows or quilts, and it seemed that they had to wait for someone to make it. Life in the palace was very different from that at home.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Peng Yuan lay down, let Ding Jingyi pillow his arm, and smelled the fragrance of his neck.

In the evening, the puppet delivered a newspaper. The newspaper was the local "Roseburg Evening News", which smelled like ink.

It was more authentic than electronic news. Peng Yuan opened the newspaper, and the old man in the subway immediately looked at his mobile phone.

The headline on the front page read: "Shocked!His Majesty the Emperor actually made such a move during the parliamentary meeting! "

Peng Yuan said to himself: "Is this reporter from the editorial department of some browser?"

He still read on, because the report included a photo of Zhang Ding Jingyi burying his face in the stomach of the little black-faced cat Peng Yuan. The angle was taken from the right side of them. The photo is very level and fully reflects the majesty of the emperor. And the cuteness of the kitten, it is not an exaggeration to rename it "Love of Your Majesty".

The content was very informative, it was Ding Jingyi who installed the heart of the gods on Peng Yuan on the spot.

The reporter obviously made an in-depth investigation, accurately reported the situation on the scene, wrote the historical origin of the heart of the gods as an antique, and described the historical changes of the god Ellowyn. In terms of guessing the identity of the male favorite with no face, he reserved reasonable guesses.

Peng Yuan closed the newspaper, he thought it would not be surprising that this report appeared in the thesis library.

166. Chapter 166

At dusk, Ding Jingyi woke up, sleeping like a social animal who finally caught up with the Spring Festival holiday in 996, making people suspect that he could not wake up, but he still woke up, just pillowed on Peng Yuan's lap, with his palms Folded on the chest, as if praying.

"Brother, I gave you varicose veins..." Peng Yuan pinched Ding Jingyi's face, "I've been sleeping all afternoon."

Ding Jingyi said "ah" and wanted to raise his head, but Peng Yuan pushed him back.

"Happy varicose veins can't stop..." Peng Yuan said again.

Ding Jingyi: "Hmph, human legs are the delicacy I miss the most."

Peng Yuan rubbed Ding Jingyi again: "I'll eat whatever you want, and I'll turn it into an eight-legged cat for you to eat. Alas, the eight-legged kitten must be the spider Lucas."

Ding Jingyi made a gesture to chew, Peng Yuan became happy, and turned into a little black-faced cat. The little black-faced cat has eight legs, not to mention very similar to a spider, but exactly the same.

Peng Yuan sighed in his heart, the magic power in Ellowyn's atmosphere is abundant, so there are not as many restrictions on casting magic as in his hometown, and even instant thoughts can be accurately visualized.After all, no one has ever seen an eight-legged kitten, and it all depends on imagination.

Ding Jingyi didn't dislike it, and grabbed the little black-faced cat Peng Yuan to suck it.Before he could put his face on the cat's belly, a puppet wearing a magician's uniform and a stern expression walked in as if no one else was there. Peng Yuan looked familiar at first glance, but the puppet took him away from Ding Jingyi's hands the next time. up.

Ding Jingyi jumped up: "Aka, what are you doing!"

This is Aka, the puppet that symbolizes reason. No wonder Ding Jingyi doesn't like fishing.Thinking about it, Peng Yuan turned over, jumped out of A-Ka's hand, and landed like a human again.

"Dear Creator, have you read today's evening paper?"

A-Ka asked, matching his serious expression, the whole room was filled with the aura of asking questions.

Ding Jingyi shook his head.

A-Ka picked up the newspaper that Peng Yuan put down, and read the headline news about the death of the society.Ding Jingyi also regained her impatience and listened expressionlessly.

Akka closed the newspaper: "How many more times do you want to be impeached".

Ding Jingyi raised her hands above her head in a gesture of surrender: "Please don't ask."

Aka said again: "Although you still hold the key to the national treasure house, think about the country you want