Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Ear-piercing: "How much does it cost to open a factory to do this?"

The magic factory is okay, the weird sense of inspiration mixed with the veterans showing off skills in the short video rushing into Peng Yuan's head, plus Willy Wonka's chocolate assembly line, it has an inner taste.

The assistant teacher was momentarily at a loss for words, showing an embarrassed yet polite smile.

Peng Yuan came back to his senses and turned to block Ding Jingyi: "Um, is this parent investing? I suggest you ask a professional VC after the event. The school is only responsible for teaching."

Ding Jingyi smiled back, like a real entrepreneur: "Understood."

At nine o'clock that night, there will be a sleepover meeting.

The aromatherapy machine exudes a refreshing scent.Ding Jingyi was shaking his head in the bed, searching for the raw materials for the elephant toothpaste experiment, and the devil's horns on the nightcap hopped and hopped.

"This hydrogen peroxide is an explosive tube product, you can't buy it, you can only see it in school."

Facing the PPT, Peng Yuan said, "Still thinking about it, want to set up an experimental factory for internet celebrity chemistry?"

"It's not that I want to build a factory..." Ding Jingyi put down the phone, "I like real objects, such as fruits and metals. The matter of retouching pictures feels a bit empty, and it doesn't come out with real objects immediately. It's not that the work of retouching pictures is not good, but I prefer to see and touch."

Peng Yuan cut a photo of lipstick and pasted it in the PPT: "Why?"

"The only criterion for judging magic in engineering is its direct impact on matter. Even if a magic can change life against the sky, but if it can't build a load-bearing wall, then it is useless in engineering. Ah, lying on the bed, the keyboard doesn't work If you move, you want to rejuvenate the country through industry.”

"You mean to lie down, don't you?"

"There's nothing wrong with lying down."

"This kind of guy is lying down..." Peng Yuan deleted the lipstick photo and replaced it with a cat photo.

"Isn't this a must for a hunk?"

"Lie down and get jerked off!"

Peng Yuan closed the computer and touched the devil's horn on Ding Jingyi's nightcap. He remembered the touch of the real devil's horn, and also remembered every embarrassing moment of getting along. It seemed that it was not that difficult to touch others.but……

Peng Yuan lowered his hands, avoiding Ding Jingyi's very normal face being fed with grilled fish, mutton chops and chicken.

Peng Yuan's heart began to fight with each other again:

——I really want to masturbate, I don’t know if it’s out of curiosity or because I like it, but I can’t pass this level.

——Then fill yourself with water!

——The water is finished!The horns can be masturbated, but the skin is not.

Ding Jingyi tugged at her nightcap: "You want this? I'll make the same one another day."

"Your, genuine horn..." Peng Yuan was speechless for a while, "Give me... touch it! Compare the difference with the sheep's horn, and write a report."

Ding Jingyi raised his hand to pull the nightcap off, and there were black double horns on the back of his head. The two horns were ring-shaped, the surface was rough, and the edges and corners were regular, as if they had been specially polished. The horns are formed under the ears, which are exactly the same as when Peng Yuan saw it for the first time.

Peng Yuan stretched out his hand and stopped motionless above the corner.

Mr. Ye is a dragon, and the black-faced cat is a devil, so he doesn't dare to masturbate!

Ding Jingyi straightened her waist, and her horn hit Peng Yuan's palm directly, warming him.

Hot!Never mind, roll it up!

Peng Yuan hugged Ding Jingyi, and twisted the two horns from the beginning to the end.The devil's horn is warm and moist, like jade, completely different from the hardened goat's horn.

Peng Yuan licked the devil's horn again: "Why does it feel different from before?"

"Yuan Longping's credit is that he has plenty of magic power after eating enough to have the energy to modify his body."

"Okay, when I have time, I'll ask someone to help me write a model to demonstrate the relationship between the strength of magic power and the texture of horn..." Peng Yuan couldn't hold back and asked for the third time.

"True science."

"It's 59:[-], go to bed early."

Ding Jingyi let out a snort and fell into Peng Yuan's arms, her two corners just circled around Peng Yuan's chest, and the two got stuck together, like a sports bracelet and wrist - but this bracelet is bigger than a person.

Peng Yuan froze for a moment: I thought it was a forced masturbation, but in the end, he was hit by the other side!

It was followed by the popular single "嘤嘤嘤" single loop.

"Sleep quality is really good..."

Although Ding Jingyi speaks relatively normally, she does have a sense of the situation when she snores. Peng Yuan even thought of wearing noise-canceling headphones to sleep.

However, after all, it is a magical creature summoned by myself. Looking at the built-in filter, it seems disgusting to buy a noise-canceling headset and wear it at night.

Peng Yuan lowered his arms, hugged Ding Jingyi's head and stroked it back and forth.The horns turned into a soft metal texture, and now the two of them haven't eaten or drank since the meeting, how can the energy change again?

Ding Jingyi tilted her head and slid down for a while, the tip of her nose just touched Peng Yuan's navel. Peng Yuan only felt a light breath through the sweater, followed by a soft warm current rushing into his chest.

A thought flashed in Peng Yuan's mind: Could it be that the "demon core" is at work?

"Damn, you..." Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi, and Quan Dang patted his belly from the air, "Do you think I'm a power bank?"

"Whoa, whoa..."

Peng Yuan hasn't felt the existence of the devil's core so far, but this is the only possibility in the current situation.

Some invisible and intangible things connect them together, such as this devil core, such as luck.

18. Chapter 18

In the lecture hall, there were a few students lying on their stomachs in a disorderly manner. When the bell rang for the end of class, they all pretended to be corpses and slipped away. It is a routine operation that there are few students in class in the third year. Everyone is thinking about their future in advance.

Peng Yuan opened the dialog box, and the report sent yesterday indicated "received".

"Brother Yun, do you have the results of the cultural relics appraisal of the red mourning clothes? Why don't you come and see our demon? A demon as big as a pterosaur will chirp, won't he smell good?"

Li Yun replied with a series of emojis: "The cultural relics are being appraised, and the demons are queuing up to apply..."

"The devil is still waiting for his ID card to go to work. We can't chill the heart of law-abiding foreign old mages."

"It's quite positive, what does he want to do?"

"I'm still editing pictures to make a living, and I want to open a factory."

Li Yun made a nodding expression: "It's a good idea to stimulate the economy and solve employment. I will make a report and I will apply for an expedited application."

Li Yun sent out another report template, and Peng Yuan found it difficult to open it: this report required a commercial feasibility analysis, which couldn't match his archaeological expertise.

What about archaeology!What about literature research!

How to become a business report!Sitting in the classroom, Peng Yuan scratched his head, deeply understanding the mood of the magician Olin who was forced to accept the challenge of the gods: to drive ducks to the shelves.

Another rose profile flashed, and it was Ding Jingyi: "Which classroom is A Yuan?"

As soon as Peng Yuan sent out the positioning, Ding Jingyi appeared at the door of the classroom, flew swiftly to sit next to him, and magically conjured a kraft paper bag and pushed it in front of Peng Yuan.Peng Yuan subconsciously took it, and the warm touch stuck to his skin.

Ding Jingyi lay down on the desk, tilted her head and looked out the window: "There will be classes later, and it's still early for lunch. When I came down, the milk tea shop just opened, so just eat something."

Peng Yuan opened the paper bag, and in front of him was a bucket of super-large milk tea with sufficient ingredients and a small piece of chocolate cake. The faint aroma of milk and chocolate immediately penetrated into his nostrils, making the whole world glow.

When Peng Yuan was in high school, he fantasized countless times that there would be a cup of freshly brewed milk tea for lunch between classes, which would be as warm in winter and cool in summer as a heater and an electric fan.

But the conditions of the school did not allow it. His class was on the sixth floor, and the canteen was on the first floor. It was crowded with people as soon as he arrived between classes. It was considered European style to walk back and forth to buy hot instant coffee and iced Coke.

Obviously, Peng Yuan is a fake European, and this wish was not realized until he was in college.

"The old mage has superb skills and relieves childhood trauma..." Peng Yuan explained the milk-free tea break in high school.

"Thinking too much, who cares about your childhood..." Ding Jingyi snorted, "Seven percent is seven percent."

It was only then that Peng Yuan remembered that the 42 pictures made in half a month were worth [-] yuan. Ding Jingyi had mentioned that Peng Yuan would be paid [-]% of each job—that is, [-] yuan.

Over the past week, 42 ​​yuan in cash and the ziplock bag containing it appeared from time to time in Peng Yuan's textbooks, sofa interlayer, and inner pocket of clothes. Every time Peng Yuan put it back on the bedside of the bedroom, it returned to his side again.

But when it turns into hot milk tea and sweet cake, it is hard to refuse!

"Hold your fists together..." Peng Yuan picked up the straw and poked it to the bottom.

The milk tea is a super large cup, his favorite three-point sweetness, there is also a lot of pearl aloe vera red bean and taro puree on the bottom, and cheese milk capped pudding with Oreos on the top, it is outrageously happy! "Ton Ton" went down in one gulp, and half of the cup disappeared.

"By the way, there is hope for your ID card. The school has a way to issue ID cards for... magical creatures, but there are conditions..."

Peng Yuan relayed Li Yun's meaning, "Do you have any business you want to do?"

Ding Jingyi's eyes lit up: "Yes, you go to class, I will make it clear and send it slowly."

Peng Yuan forked the cake and continued his glorious moment in heaven. If it wasn't for the school bell, he wouldn't be able to wake up at all.

After class, Peng Yuan took out his phone and read through the messages, and quickly understood what Ding Jingyi meant.

It wasn't difficult for him to make things, what he didn't understand was how to sell them and keep himself safe.

If you copy an i9 CPU, you may be kidnapped by the network cable as soon as the news comes out.

Ding Jingyi was able to do whatever he wanted with his aristocratic status in the era he lived in, but now he eats soft food from college students and never leaves the neighborhood two kilometers away alone. The economic knowledge left by Peng Yuan does not include specific sales.