Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

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"Sorry, let's talk about it tomorrow..."

History is Ding Jingyi's reality, and Peng Yuan is not the only one tormented by reality.

"I still want to write! Your phone is not enough for you! Little archaeologist!"

An angry Ding Jingyi dismantled the pen and quickly took off the ink sac.

"Okay, okay, don't write, don't write, go to sleep."

"Don't stay up late to write—"

The ink hit Ding Jingyi's face with a "poof", and both of them woke up.

"Hey, let me tell you..." Peng Yuanyuan reacted and took out two tissues, "If others treat you badly, you will be ashamed; if others are sorry to you, you will also be ashamed. Your black face... I will give you one." Sir "Black-faced Cat II" forget it. "

"All right, all right, less advantage, I'll spray myself."

Ding Jingyi shut up angrily, and let Peng Yuan scrub him.There is gold powder in the ink, which is also a gift product that is not used for deposition. At this moment, a faint blue-gold facial pattern was added out of thin air, and under the night light, Ding Jingyi's beautiful face shone with a unique beauty.

"It's so pretty..." Peng Yuan stopped, "I'm a bit reluctant to wipe it off."

Ding Jingyi rolled his eyes: "From the point of view, you are still far from a real magician."

Peng Yuan wiped off the remaining ink with a smile, pressed the cat out of the bed in the middle of the night, and then washed the sheets. This is almost the same feeling, right?But who can understand?

Peng Yuan sent Ding Jingyi back to the bedroom: "Sleep, big devil, I will charge you with brain waves."

Ding Jingyi let out a "hmm" and shrank into the quilt. He couldn't sleep now, so he turned on the panoramic map on his phone.

The North Atlantic Ocean is empty. It used to be the Misty Continent—his hometown, but now there is only a piece of blue sea water.

Ellowyn, whom he had always wanted to escape, was really gone at this moment.On this night when she didn't have to work overtime, Ding Jingyi felt a little pain and loneliness.

He wants to forget who he is and his hometown.Yet his pain was another man's dream.A dream is a luxury, more expensive than Hermes, and he doesn't want to refuse it.

According to the rules of summoning magic, it is not an exaggeration for the summoned to be called the summoner's puppet.

The summoner has well-established spells to command the summoned.Peng Yuan also knew, but he never ordered Ding Jingyi for research.He understands the rules but doesn't abuse them, and is a gentle and respectable man.

Ding Jingyi couldn't refuse.

Ding Jingyi pulled down his nightcap, thinking about where the magic power to activate the star magic came from, but in the interrupted sleep, he became sleepy again, as if the old exhaustion had returned.It didn't take long before the familiar "嘿嘤嘤" sounded in the bedroom.

Peng Yuan put away his desk and continued to write his document. The previous research on demonic voices was about to come to fruition. He found some substitutes for demonic syllables, and he hoped to chant demonic magic in human language.

Somehow, an inexplicable peace of mind rose from Peng Yuan's chest, dispelling the confusion, panic and even embarrassment.He followed the next door with a "wow" before closing the door.

"Black-faced cat card repeater..." Peng Yuan lay down on the sofa.

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25. Chapter 25

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the station at the gate of J.

As the cold wind blew, Peng Yuan pulled down his hood and tied the drawstring in a knot. Ding Jingyi stood in front of him against the wind direction. The unknown magic made his whole body warm, as if he had a heater with him.

The morning rush hour in City G is appalling, and Peng Yuan deliberately left the house 15 minutes earlier. However, the usual 4-minute bus, they didn’t come after waiting for 10 minutes. There is no bus time reporting app in G City, so the two of them could only do it. wait.

"If you don't come in another 5 minutes, go to the light rail for 10 minutes."

"I'll take you there? You don't need to transform, you can use floating magic."

Peng Yuan opened the car-hailing software: "Forget it, you still save your magic power and save it for the magic of the stars. I'll take a taxi there. It's the first time I'm here, so I can make a good impression."

"A Yuan, let me tell you the truth..." Ding Jingyi patted his head, "If you only recover your magic power by eating, you won't be able to see the star magic in your lifetime. So it's better... to live more conveniently."

The main source of the demon's magic power is the air, and the magic ability will be greatly reduced if it is separated from the foggy continent.

This is also the main reason why the devil did not choose to go on an expedition to the whole world, but closed in the foggy continent.

If Ding Jingyi’s magic power consumed by his transformation when returning cultural relic No. 213 was the instantaneous power generated by a power plant, then the magic power he usually uses is about the same as a 5-watt light bulb.

However, Peng Yuan's answer almost made people vomit blood: "Then how do you recover? Just hit you like in the cartoon?"

Ding Jingyi's lips twitched: "No, no, I, I'll think of a way."

A bus drove up at the intersection not far away. Amid the sound of sharp brakes, a bus came to a steady stop about 30 meters in front of the bus station.

"It's okay if you can't figure it out."

Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi and ran to the bus. There was no time to explain, he had to get on the bus!

Ding Jingyi looked at the bus riding Juechen at the station, facing the chilly spring breeze, went to the rental house melancholy.

"It's okay if you can't figure it out..." Ding Jingyi said to himself, "It's okay..."

Ding Jingyi took out her mobile phone, the mobile router was still on her body, and the network was good.

He clicked on the head portrait of the black-faced cat blind box representing Peng Yuan, and typed a paragraph: "The inkjet pen you have in the morning has a secret. Schneider also has the silent part."

The black-faced cat returned him with a smiley expression: "I haven't had time to sort out the German language yet, I guess it's the consonant part?"

"Congratulations, you have learned to answer quickly, don't ask me anything in the future."

"Teacher Ding Ding in one word."

Ding Jingyi smiled awkwardly at the phone: "I compared the knowledge you left behind. Why do you have so many foreign languages ​​in your mind? Latin, French and even Greek."

"I'm a fake foreigner, isn't it normal to have so many foreign languages?"

"Do you have an advantage in tutoring English for the college entrance examination?"

"Haha, is this a pit? I have the lowest score in English in the college entrance examination. Surprised or not?"

Ding Jingyi angrily turned off her mobile phone, and she suffered from daily life invisibly, but this fake foreigner is too far-fetched!

"drop--"

Ding Jingyi stared at the balance of the meal card: five cents.

Ding Jingyi's poverty is normal, as long as he doesn't starve to death.Thinking about the life of a prince with countless balances thousands of years ago, this kind of experience of bouncing on the edge of bottoming out every day is quite fresh.

Ding Jingyi found a corner in the cafeteria and sat down.

The dinner plate is piled up neatly: a small soft fried meat burger in the upper right corner, a bowl of pumpkin porridge in the upper left corner, plus a fried egg and a cup of soy milk.

There are still 5 minutes before the first class in the morning, Ding Jingyi looked at the students in a hurry, and took a bite of the soft fried meat burger. The sweet sauce and crispy meat made him feel retrograde for a short time pleasure.

At this time, the phone rang, and Li Yun's profile picture was displayed on the screen.

"Ah, I've been in the hospital for a long time, it's time to repair the golden coffin..." Ding Jingyi said to himself, and answered the phone, "Hey, good morning, Teacher Li."

Li Yun cut to the chase: "I heard that the prince has been discharged from the hospital. How is your health?"

"Much better, thank you Teacher Li for your concern."

"Why don't we meet tomorrow for dinner? You bring A Yuan, and I bring a friend."

"Is there any staff at the museum? Has there been any progress in repairing the golden coffin?"

"A local fairy wants to talk to you about Zuo Heng."

Ding Jingyi felt vigilant: what should come is still coming!It's not that easy to think about it!

"Okay, okay, Mr. Lao Li introduced Baishantou. I don't know who the local fairy is?"

"Haha Prince, you don't need to be so social. This is a little white fairy, very easy to talk to. It's just the contact between magicians to communicate with each other."

Ding Jingyi thought about it in his mind. According to the memory Peng Yuan left for him, there are five great fairy foxes in Shanhaiguan, yellow, white, willow and gray, and the white fairy refers to the hedgehog.

There are no hedgehogs in the Mist Continent, let alone fairy hedgehogs, and there are no hedgehog products in Ellowyn's trade with Europe.

To put it bluntly, Ding Jingyi has never seen a real hedgehog, and he is a little excited when he thinks about it. To him, this is the real magical creature!

"Listen to Teacher Li's arrangement."

"That's fine, I'll talk to A Yuan later."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Jingyi happily sent Peng Yuan a WeChat message: "Ah Yuan, we will suck hedgehogs tomorrow! Have you ever seen a real hedgehog!"

Peng Yuan didn't reply to him right away, he should have started tutoring lessons.

For some reason, Ding Jingyi felt a little missing in his heart—it was only eight o'clock in the morning, and he had just sent Peng Yuan to the bus for an hour.

After eight o'clock, there were no people there. Ding Jingyi strolled to the school snack street, bought a large cup of hot milk for the remaining three and a half yuan, and sat in the cafeteria to "ton, ton, ton".

For Ding Jingyi, this period of life is the most comfortable sick leave.Although the magic power is insufficient due to the change of the atmosphere, there is plenty of sleep time, a variety of food, and no need to bear the responsibility of the country. With Peng Yuan's care, he will be deflated if he eats.

Ding Jingyi has lived for hundreds of years. Although she is still a fool in her official career, she also knows what to want and what not to want. There is no better life than health and ease!

Just like drinking milk, if there is no requirement, there is no need to be elegant, and "ton, ton, ton" can effectively let yourself go.

A head of flowing blond hair flashed outside the cafeteria door, and Ding Jingyi followed her involuntarily in a daze.

Ah, Ah Yuan's hair is not that long, his waist is not that thin, and he doesn't wear high heels!

The blond girl turned her face around, with eye-catching peach blossom makeup between her eyebrows and eyes, followed by a man holding Hermes