Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

It was fragrant, and he felt something sliding on his ankle, and it felt a little itchy to the touch.

"Is there any mosquito coil in this palace?" Peng Yuan asked in a daze.

Aka's voice came: "There are mosquito coils, but I am not a mosquito."

In Peng Yuan's view, A-Ka is the absolute death knell and never brings any good things. When he comes, he either scolds the emperor for being useless or brings bad news about the T1 magician's bucket.Don't know what the hell is going on now.

Peng Yuan sat up and saw that Ding Jingyi's nose bubbles came out from sleep, so he got out of bed and followed Aka out of the bedroom.

"What bad thing happened?" Peng Yuan asked.

Aka replied: "There is no new bad thing. It's just that according to the rules of the palace, it's time for you to come out."

Peng Yuan was confused immediately: "What rules?"

Aka explained: "The emperor's favor is limited to one hour, so as not to delay the next day's official duties."

Peng Yuan's mentality exploded on the spot: "He can give birth only one day a year, what birth control do you usually have? One hour? What is this hour enough for? And what do you outsiders want to know about us in bed? rule!"

Aka still looked at Peng Yuan expressionlessly: "Indeed, Ellowyn's royal family is not human, so its rules are incomprehensible to human beings. But when you are in the palace, you must abide by the rules of the palace. Besides, you It’s not that you don’t know the rules.”

Peng Yuan had indeed read about the rules of the imperial palace in the history books, and after hearing this, he wanted to refute a few words: "There is no canonization, how can I be considered a male favourite?"

Aka's face became even colder: "Not a magician, not a god, not a male favorite, what qualifications do you have to enter the palace?"

Peng Yuan said bluntly: "His Majesty brought me in, how is it?"

Aka said flatly: "It is something that should be impeached."

Peng Yuan himself is also a highly educated and civilized person. After hearing this, he felt that it was better not to cause trouble for his boyfriend, so he walked away angrily and lay down in the live broadcast room next to the study to sleep for the second half.

The autumn nights were cold and windy, rustling the windows.Peng Yuan stared straight at the pattern on the ceiling, thinking that there are people watching over everything in the palace, it is not as good as a rental house at the gate of J, as long as you pay the rent, water and electricity bills on time, Forgotten by the world.

Thinking of this, he wanted to take his boyfriend back to his hometown, away from this weird scientific magic country.

Peng Yuan held back his breath, unable to fall asleep no matter what.He simply got up, ran to the Royal Library, emptied a bookshelf, and read the books in alphabetical order. Whether it was history or magic, a new look appeared before his eyes.Time didn't seem to matter to him anymore.

While studying, Peng Yuan's memories were also intertwined, as Karas Curaflo's memories of learning magic, and as his own memories of reading history.

The objective of magic is intertwined to form a brand new perception.It seems that this knowledge is a treasure house that no one cares about. It originally belonged to him, but it was just sleeping in the long river of time, only waiting for him to open it.

And now, it's time to turn on.

Just like that, Peng Yuan finished reading tens of thousands of books in the entire library.

When Peng Yuan looked at the time again, the clock just pointed to five o'clock in the morning.And he was sure his time hadn't changed.

"Where did I go back?" Peng Yuan murmured to himself.He picked up a magic book, ran to the library clock to read it, and the clock was ticking.

It's like telling him that it's impossible to read tens of thousands of books in one night.

Peng Yuan felt strange, he felt that the power of the God of Time and Space had returned to him, but he couldn't be sure of this in the passing time.

However, reality has to move on.At six o'clock, Peng Yuan ran back to the live broadcast room next to the study, checked the background data, and found that several recordings were updated yesterday. As warm as a movie.

Therefore, the data of the goods brought at the same time is surprisingly good, and it is basically the surrounding area of ​​the hometown of lamentation.

It turns out that the price of a piece of travel goods worth two yuan has increased tenfold in the live broadcast room.In addition, there is Ain's autographed postcard. Ain's handwriting is as heroic and dignified as himself. He even wrote a Chinese version, which is also horizontal and vertical like a copybook, but the name on the postcard is not Ain but Yuanshi Tianzun.

"The era of looking at faces."

Peng Yuan turned off the data backend, and the screen showed that the next broadcast would start in three hours. Of course, he couldn't be notified of this news directly. Presumably, the Davis team found a way to continue to operate the live broadcast without him.

He felt abandoned by reality again, just like the king mermaid was abandoned by the change of the dynasty of Ellowyn——

Kong has the ability to destroy the world, but he can't exist in the world. He can only change his identity by death.

But now that the god of death is gone, I don't even have the qualifications to die. Although I can endure it, I feel uncomfortable in every way.

At this time, Ding Jingyi's voice sounded from the study next to him: "Ah Yuan, it's time for breakfast."

A little trance rose in Peng Yuan's heart, as if he had returned to the rental house at the gate of J, just woke up in the bedroom, and Ding Jingyi, who had gone out for a run and came back, bought breakfast and prepared some extra snacks for him.

The bell for the first class in the morning is about to ring, but I can't find yesterday's homework.

"What?" Ding Jingyi pushed open the door of the live broadcast room, "Stop being a dry cat?"

Only then did Peng Yuan rub his eyes as if waking up from a dream: "Come right now, come right now."

171. Chapter 171

The breakfast was exactly the same as last night's supper, delicious but the second meal was a bit boring.Peng Yuan frowned: "Why is this the same as last night?"

Ding Jingyi still buried her face in the plate: "You look at your face when you eat. If you are a puppet supervisor who has a good relationship with me, then you have to eat differently. For example, you had milk tea last night. If it is Aka's stern and selfless Those who stick to the rules, aren’t they like this.”

Peng Yuan thought that the emperor was not free anymore. He was under surveillance when he went out to fish, and he was uncomfortable eating, so he said, "It's okay, let's eat. The school's window has been shut down for half a year."

"Haha..." Ding Jingyi smiled wryly, "Anyway, you're here, I think I can endure it, and I've had enough."

"Don't bear it anymore..." Peng Yuan blurted out, "Let's end this matter and go home."

Ding Jingyi continued to fiddle with the knife and fork, as if making an insignificant resolution in the usual way, very casual, so casual that he could forget his identity.

"Ending this matter requires a thorough cleanup..." Ding Jingyi said, "The problem now is that there is no cleanup fee."

"No money?"

"Hmm..." Ding Jingyi stirred the black tea in the cup with a spoon, "Now that the region is autonomous, local taxes are also taken care of by themselves, and the central government can't collect money. My own savings were spent in the war in the previous five years. So I didn't Money. Uriel's side is similar, and everyone will develop peacefully."

Write peaceful development, read as an arms race.Peng Yuan thought about it, but didn't say it.A few hours ago, he had just finished reading the book in the Royal Library, which recorded the military development of the Northern and Southern Kingdoms in the past five years.

Both countries are developing deterrent heavy-duty and causal magic artifacts, and the southern country has a slight upper hand.

"What if I got money for you?" Peng Yuan asked, "How soon are you confident that the war will end and we go home?"

"I don't have the confidence to fight..." Ding Jingyi stared at the black tea.

Peng Yuan slapped his thigh: "Brother, let's make a difference. Make him a personal conquest, kill Zu Deng, take his bird position, and realize the unification of the North and the South. There will be multiple generations and one emperor in the history books of Ellowyn, okay?" .”

"What nonsense..." Ding Jingyi smiled wryly, "For us, clearing up does not mean fighting. Our goal is to leave. We just need to do a good job in resettlement, bring death back, and let Ain take the blame for the throne. , we can go back."

"Why don't you have the confidence to fight?" Peng Yuan asked again.

"Forget it..." Ding Jingyi picked up the black tea, "I have never fought a war in my life, and I don't want to."

Peng Yuan stopped talking. If you haven't learned something in 1000 years, you can't expect to learn it in five years. It's the same when you are an emperor, and it's the same when you fight a war.

Peng Yuan didn't mention demanding, just drank his own tea.The tea is ordinary black tea, without milk or sugar, Peng Yuan doesn't like it, he wants the kind of milk tea that can be drunk as eight-treasure porridge, and he can't drink this kind of pure light tea without Ding Jingyi's company.

"But I said..." Peng Yuan recounted the matter of finishing reading in the library in the middle of the night.

Ding Jingyi put down the teacup, her expression unchanged: "It's not surprising that you have completely absorbed the heart of the gods and restored the ability of the age of time and space gods... However, only you can read tens of thousands of ancient books without interruption. Neither, ordinary people will be destroyed by the intensity of knowledge."

Peng Yuan felt that compared with the past, his reputation was not as good as it used to be.He didn't want the status of the past. Compared with the undergraduate degree, the latter is more useful. He just wanted to go back and make up the winter vacation homework left in the department.

But his boyfriend's expression now doesn't look like happiness at all, it's more like worry about facing the storm that is about to come.

Ding Jingyi raised her chin: "I discussed with Ain a long time ago. There is a way to arrange the dead disabled people. It's just that calling the god of death back requires me to lose some good luck. And this good luck is you."

Peng Yuan felt it was time to ask his question.

"Are you... in trouble again?"

Whether it is Olin Valentin in the past or Ding Jingyi in the present, they will be entangled.

Their entanglement means that they feel that they have to temporarily give up their personal love for public affairs in order to gain the favor of fate and improve the fortune of the country.