Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The god of fortune was given up? "

Ding Jingyi looked at Peng Yuan with a helpless face: "I have waited for this Emilia for at least 1000 years, okay?"

"How did you choose someone?" Peng Yuan stepped on Ding Jingyi again, "The original Moira, the God of Destiny, does she agree?"

Ding Jingyi was speechless and just nodded.Peng Yuan was also helpless.

"Fate has its own choice..." Ding Jingyi said, "Her choice was beyond my expectation. From a rational point of view, Emilia is indeed not particularly suitable. Maybe when she is 40 years old, she will be mature enough, like Like Yaleshia. But fate made a choice, and I can't question it."

Peng Yuan looked at Ding Jingyi, very suspicious of what he had done again.

Facing Peng Yuan's suspicious eyes, Ding Jingyi had no choice but to lower his head: "Well, it wasn't chosen by the instructor, but recommended by me and she agreed."

Peng Yuan jumped up and blocked Ding Jingyi's head. He felt that he should take back all the parts that Ain didn't hit:

"Teasing fate, are you still human!"

"Oh, oh..." Ding Jingyi knelt down and begged for forgiveness, "We won't be able to be together unless the god and the throne are properly arranged."

Peng Yuan thought this was the truth, but it was still a bit awkward.Ding Jingyi also noticed this small thought, so she put her arms around Peng Yuan, took his hand, and slapped herself on the face: "I am the one who is guilty."

Peng Yuan withdrew his hand: "Coaxing the child!"

"Coax Brother Cat!"

Peng Yuan didn't want to blame Ding Jingyi, they were clumsy and honest people, and honest people shouldn't be in these weird high positions.If it is, it will immediately become a producer of bad ideas.

Peng Yuan held Ding Jingyi's hand: "Don't talk about it, I'll go back right away, get ready to make your nephews work hard, talk about bad ideas, neither of us is worse than the other!"

179. Chapter 179

Palace Chamber.

Peng Yuan lowered his eyes and returned to the ground. He was still an ordinary magician.Magicians still have to maintain etiquette when facing nobles.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the noble guests on the seats, comparing the portraits in the history books with his own memory.

Peng Yuan recognized that the person sitting on the left was the previous regent Ozzy. Ozzy had a heroic face and a military demeanor.

If it wasn't for a war that turned him into a prosthetic body from the chest down, seriously affecting his health, he would be the best candidate to succeed the throne.

The few Peng Yuan in the middle didn't know each other, probably they were upstarts who came out after he carried the bucket last time.

The handsome man sitting at the bottom with an indifferent face is Mandelkerit, the one who gave Peng Yuan the copyright of the book, and Ding Jingyi's former illegitimate fan.

Peng Yuan walked to Mandekerit: "Dear Prince Duolan, I am Peng Yuan, thank you for granting me the authorization to translate."

Mandelkerit looked at Peng Yuan with a calm and indifferent expression, a bit like some moments of his uncle: "Well, I am happy to meet the emperor's request."

Peng Yuan just wanted to express his gratitude again, and talk about whether there is anything magically available for Mandelkerrit in order to thank him for his authorization.

Before he could say anything, the door of the meeting room opened, Peng Yuan took a look and said Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived.Ding Jingyi and Ain came.

Ding Jingyi was still wearing the dress that complied with the emperor's etiquette, and Ain was the uniform of an officer. They walked to the table and accepted the salutes from the princes.

After the ceremony, Ding Jingyi took off the crown on her head and placed it in the middle of the round table.The fifteen princes looked at the crown on the round table and looked at each other.Peng Yuan looked around, all he saw were decent and confused expressions.

The emperor suddenly took off his crown, don't be confused by ghosts!

Ding Jingyi opened her mouth: "I discussed it with Ain. We are old and should have given up the throne long ago. It just happened that the god of death has returned, the country is unstable, and there is an urgent need for fresh stimulation. Now is the time."

The hall was silent.Peng Yuan knew that this selection was putting the trap on the bright side, and it was normal that no one wanted to talk.

Just as she was thinking, Ding Jingyi took Peng Yuan's hand and stuffed the crown into his hand.Peng Yuan accepted the crown and fully understood the meaning of the phrase "If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight". The crown is made of gold and precious stones and weighs about five kilograms.

Peng Yuan felt that after returning home, he had to ask Ding Jingyi to take a cervical spine X-ray, and then do shoulder massage.

Ain took up the conversation: "Everyone here is an heir who meets our requirements, so the selection method is very simple. The God of Time and Space will throw a crown and give you a period of time. When his precious time ends, who will own the crown?" Who will be Ellowyn's next emperor."

Princes, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to speak.Peng Yuan has also recently supplemented the newspapers in recent years. In the commentary articles, Ain and Ding Jingyi were portrayed as madmen occupying the throne.Selling at this moment is always a bit strange.

Peng Yuan raised the crown: "Your Highnesses, I'm going to start."

There was a sudden surge of people in the chamber, and all fifteen princes left their seats, leaving no one left.

If Peng Yuan was at the door, facing the direction where the door opened, he could see the country's most important successors running in horror, as if they had doubts about the foundation of the country.

In addition, the princes are all handsome and handsome, so this scene looks quite interesting.

Peng Yuan put down the crown, he could use time and space magic to lock the crown on a certain prince and force him to take the blame, but his remaining conscience made him not do that.

Ding Jingyi hugged Peng Yuan: "This strategy of drumming and passing the pot is useless."

Ain also surrounded him: "I said at the time that it was impossible for the children to accept it."

Now it seems that they really don't want anything for nothing, Peng Yuan thought to himself, looking at Ding Jingyi's frustrated face, he didn't say anything.

"I can't get rid of this pot..." Ding Jingyi took the crown from Peng Yuan.

"Pot?" Ain didn't understand.

Ding Jingyi picked up the crown and put it on Ain's head: "The throne will be handed over to you first, and you will choose the next generation. I will go back to rest in the afternoon."

Ain took off the crown. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the word pot, he still understood that the follow-up needed him to end.

The puppet next to it ran out to find the reporter, spread the news that the throne was about to change, and prepared the follow-up ceremony. The farce of beating the drum to pass the crown was over.

In the afternoon, Peng Yuan followed Ding Jingyi and took the car to Hallonni.They first took a car to the post station on this section of the road. Ellowyn's car was full of German-style bulkiness and power. Peng Yuan liked it very much, and the country was still paying the bill for the royal family, so he didn't have to worry about fuel consumption.The driver is a puppet, and the co-pilot is Aka.

When the car started, Peng Yuan looked out the car window and saw that the palace, which had not lived for a few days, was left far behind.

"Why are you back now?" Peng Yuan asked.

"Take a break..." Ding Jingyi said, "It's too suffocating to stay there, and the days feel like years."

Peng Yuan felt that although his boyfriend had only worked as an emperor for five years, there was nothing wrong with writing ten years on his resume, and the extra five years were due to overtime work.

"Aka, how is Beiguo now..." Peng Yuan changed the subject.

Aka replied fluently and cheerfully: "The chaos in the Northland is beneficial to our country. Many people who defected from North Korea have become supplementary labor force on the border of our country."

Peng Yuan was not happy when he heard it, and there was not even a slight wave in his heart.There is no doubt that chaos will bring casualties.

Even if the South has the upper hand now, the families of North Korean defectors may be punished in the North.

——Because the patron saint of the northern kingdom is now probably a cruel and unpredictable "fate".

Ding Jingyi looked out the window: "I don't understand what their magician thinks. What is the logical relationship between constructing Zhuge Villager and then constructing King?"

Peng Yuan rolled his eyes: "Probably because of Shu."

Ding Jingyi shrugged, her face remained unmoved, but she covered her stomach with her hands.

"Why, are you not satisfied with my cold joke?" Peng Yuan poked Ding Jingyi.

Ding Jingyi hugged her stomach and remained motionless.

Peng Yuan poked his finger again: "Just laugh, why are you afraid of overturning the car?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "boom" outside the window, the familiar sound of tire explosion, and the car slid out of control from the side of the road.

The puppet driver slammed the steering wheel, and Peng Yuan hugged the screaming Ding Jingyi, calling himself a crow's mouth in his heart, chanting a spell on his mouth, and the car stopped like a floating swimming circle.

When the car stopped, Ding Jingyi jumped out and scolded: "There must be an assassin!"

Peng Yuan followed, first checked the status of the puppet driver and Aka, and then asked Ding Jingyi, "How do you know there is an assassin?"

Ding Jingyi was furious: "Yes! Otherwise, this car wouldn't be able to turn over!"

Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi on the back: "Okay, I'm that assassin."

Having said that, Peng Yuan was still a little anxious. He sat on the side of the road and used time and space magic to see the cause and effect in the busy traffic. The result was very simple.

Aka was holding a heavy mobile phone by his side to make a call, seeking help from other post stations.

Peng Yuan looked at the cyan light spot in his hand, he was no longer the God of Time and Space, when he used the magic of the past, he had some whimsical thoughts in his heart, and he felt a little alienated.

It seems that the past self is no longer the self, and the present self is using the magic of the past, what kind of continuation is this?

"What's wrong?" Ding Jingyi sat beside Peng Yuan.

"It suddenly occurred to me...you have never changed this body..." Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi, "What do you think?"

"Huh?" Ding Jingyi took out a flagon.

"Why are you still drinking on the spot?" Peng Yuan was stunned for a moment, "Yes, it's okay, you are not the emperor now, and you don't need to be bound by red tape..."

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