Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Lifu... is not lucky enough in front of magic. "

"It's unlucky if you haven't tried it. Aren't you a college student? It's so unscientific! You have to be lucky to eat chicken?"

"Haha, okay, I'm not scientific. Does anyone else know about this?"

Ding Jingyi's expression became serious: "My... Monarch, Emperor Ain. This magic was once used to detect ambushes on the battlefield, and once caused the enemy army to be forced into battle."

"You guys are fighting a war that is quite magical and realistic..."

Peng Yuan thought about Ding Jingyi's demon form, even if it was a celestial body, he couldn't see any part with shielded characters.But if the opponent is a human being...

The barrage of "blood loss" started running in Peng Yuan's mind.

"Because the magic of power has been leaked for a while, in your opinion, there are still many things that are magical and realistic."

"Leak? Why?"

Two years after the implementation of the temple challenge system, Emperor Ain added a rule: For gods below the "constant" level, they can use their powers to challenge the magician Olin.

Correspondingly, if the god chooses to use the power challenge, he must pay a power magic to the magician Olin.If the gods choose ordinary magic challenges, they don't need to pay power magic.

"Then let's take a look at the changes in the rules of the "Temple Challenge"..." Peng Yuan opened another document, "In the beginning, the gods were asked to use power to challenge the magician Olin, but because too many people passed the power challenge, it was changed to magic. Challenge; there are still too many qualified for the magic challenge, so I changed it to either power or magic.Why? "

"How would I know?" Ding Jingyi shrugged.

"Could it be—"

Peng Yuan stood up: "Which god did the magician Olin defeat?"

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no record of such a thing. Sit back in your wheelchair..." Ding Jingyi poked Peng Yuan through his clothes, "It's for tax."

"tax?"

"If you imagine empowerment magic as a device, an expert, you will understand."

Peng Yuan sat back on the escort's stool, and quickly ran through a group of black-faced cats in his mind: "For the gods with excellent magical abilities, no price will be charged; for the gods who want to take the fast track, they will charge a powerful magic to confiscate and strengthen the country." The strength of magic technology reduces the dependence on the gods. Emperor Ain is too good at calculating, and the exploitation is on the head of the gods!"

Ding Jingyi spread her hands: "There are consequences... I understand the truth. When do you eat hot pot?"

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24. Chapter 24

Peng Yuan put down the horrific wig head, unwrapped the zipper on the back and prepared to wash it. An hour of hard work turned into quality again.He picked up the black-faced cat in the blind box, and "Chi Liu" took a breath from the air.

"It's so difficult to put on makeup, and it's not easy to come back..." Peng Yuan said to himself, lying flat on the sofa, with the black-faced cat on his chest, looking at him with a smile.

"A Yuan..." Ding Jingyi's voice came from the bedroom, "Come to charge."

When Peng Yuan walked into the bedroom, it was past twelve o'clock. Ding Jingyi had never suffered from insomnia since he came here, and today was the first time in history.

Peng Yuan sat on the head of the bed, Ding Jingyi poked his head out from under the quilt and put it on his lap, without sticking out the devil's horns as usual.Peng Yuan didn't ask any more questions, just touched his head with his bare hands, just like a zoo keeper.

Peng Yuan touched twice, leaned over and hugged Ding Jingyi: "It's not easy to come back."

Ding Jingyi gave an "um" and turned over on Peng Yuan's lap.

Peng Yuan rolled up again: "I'm so angry that I can't sleep again just thinking about it."

Ding Jingyi stayed in the hospital for a week, and Zuo Heng's family ran away. Ding Jingyi had to pull out the ventilator before he owed the money, and was discharged from the hospital with Peng Yuan.

The heartwarming Zuo Heng prison meal plot did not appear, Zuo Heng just apologized symbolically to Peng Yuan, was criticized by the school, and then continued to be a college student happily.

No one in the blond rights protection group spoke anymore, and the people who were filled with righteous indignation just wanted to eat melons, and the memory only lasted for a few seconds.

Ding Jingyi sighed: "Just wait a little longer. I saw Zuo Heng's luck, and he is not far from the dead line."

Peng Yuan rubbed the back of Ding Jingyi's neck: "Are we just going to do nothing and kill those we hate?"

"Wuqiu is a technical job, and the personal test is effective..." Ding Jingyi laughed, "Even if you beat him and vented your anger, what are you going to do with his intricate family?"

"Oh...are you still in pain?"

Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi's neck. After rebirth, Ding Jingyi ate, drank and slept soundly every day, and her skin became smooth and tender like egg custard.Against such skin, poking a key in seems to be effortless.

"I'm not human, there's nothing wrong with that."

"But it hurts..."

"Pain is nothing..." Ding Jingyi asked suddenly, "Why aren't you wearing gloves?"

After the fake first aid on the main road of J, Peng Yuan never wore gloves when touching Ding Jingyi.

Peng Yuan continued to rub Ding Jingyi's head: "I don't have any mental journey, I just don't wear it."

"Then why did you wear gloves before? Touching people through your clothes or something..."

"Well, I had an accident a long time ago when I met you, and I didn't like touching others. The accident was... I had a boyfriend when I was in school, and I thought I could make it to the end, but in the end I was cheated."

"You are so lucky, your face is black enough... No wonder it is called a black-faced cat..."

Even so, Ding Jingyi sat up and hugged Peng Yuan.

Peng Yuan hugged him back. For a while, he really thought that this face could buy him preferential treatment, but the truth always beat him up. It happened in high school. He had already forgotten the face of the boy who lied to him. The rest of the pain is eliminated, leaving only scars.

However, the appearance of Ding Jingyi can be regarded as a magic fruit acid peel, which cannot be completely repaired, but it made Peng Yuan better. The important thing is that he did not develop allergies.

"Ah, there was a man who once lied to my niece like this..." Ding Jingyi poked Peng Yuan's waist, "Guess what? She smashed him into a pulp with a war hammer. If you want, I can do something crueler."

Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi on the back: "It's all over, there's no need for it."

"I want to help you."

"Haha, if you want to help me, eat well, drink well, sleep well, replenish energy, and prepare star magic."

Ding Jingyi tightened her arms: "I'm trying to figure out a way."

Another sleepless night!

Peng Yuan stretched his waist, G city had no sun at four o'clock in the morning.The finished tutoring PPT is spread out on the table, and there is also a hard case book from high school, with a blue pen stuck on the side, and there is only an English icon on the pen.

At that time, Peng Yuan was not a black-faced cat, but a fake foreigner. This pen was given to him by the class teacher as a souvenir for the first time he passed the mock exam of the college entrance examination.

Peng Yuan opened the book, and on the title page there was a sentence written in a fluttering pattern: An expert in the history of the Misty Continent, unique! November 2016.

Peng Yuan held up his notebook, it was his junior year, and it was time to plan for his future.After graduating as a tutor, if you lose your status as a student, you can no longer continue. Archaeology is a difficult road for you. It is still uncertain whether you will live or die when you write an official account.

Peng Yuan wants to have a nine-to-six job, and he can work overtime but not too late, but to live in social animals or plants, he must be able to pay the rent and support Ding Jingyi;

You also need to keep in touch with the school, so that you can see the literature you want to read-it will be even better if you can have literature written by yourself in the future!

Going to work can be painful, but after get off work, you must write a public account and a question-and-answer website. If you don’t have money, you can’t do it. If you are popular, you can take Ding Jingyi to eat and drink on weekends.

Travel within the province once a year and go skiing in Baishan;

If there are more year-end bonuses, I will go to Shanghai during the Spring Festival.When the down payment is full, I will go to Southeast Asia and count it as compensation for not getting a marriage certificate in China.Ah, the only life of a demon breeder in a second-tier city.

It's really broken.If you can't find a job, it's just a dream; Ding Jingyi doesn't want to live like this, it's also a dream;

If he admits that he is Prince Harloni, the magician Olin, and finds the Mist Continent through star magic, and wants to go back, it will be a triple dream!

Here comes the question, is Pirates of Dreams a nesting doll?

Peng Yuan shook his head, suppressed the panic in his heart, opened the pen, filled the ink sac, and added a sentence: The black-faced cat in the Department of Archeology was beaten by reality, and the junior was still teaching as a tutor.There is still a way to go, and the devil has to be raised! March 2019.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Ding Jingyi slapped out of the bedroom stepping on plush slippers.

Peng Yuan watched him walk into the bathroom and close the door to turn on the water, and then watched him come out with a tap.

"That, Jingyi."

Peng Yuan suddenly spoke.He didn't know what to say, but in the embarrassment of writing with uncertain future and reading and staying up all night thinking wildly, he earnestly hoped that someone would talk to him.

Ding Jingyi stopped in her tracks: "Huh? Yawn..."

Peng Yuan opened the pen cap: "There is a pronunciation I want to ask you."

In the previous month, Peng Yuan sorted out Latin and French syllables, and compared them with the demon language with the help of Ding Jingyi.

Since Ding Jingyi did not understand human language, Peng Yuan had to select syllables from various languages ​​to form a linguistic method, and put forward some hypotheses about the influence of European culture on the Misty Continent.

For example, the law-related words in the demon language all come from ancient Rome, and the arrival of Empress Feliaia was around 1000 BC, and her 2000-year rule followed the rise and fall of ancient Rome. The trend of ancient Rome?

"Well, the word 'Land Conservation Law'..."

"Ask me!" Ding Jingyi snatched the pen, "It's past four o'clock in the morning and you still make me work overtime?