Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

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Demons are species that don't dream?

Dreams are unspeakable privacy, and species without dreams seem to be born lacking something.

emotional?romantic?A sense of beauty?No, Ding Jingyi has everything.Even because no dream becomes more realistic.

Peng Yuan turned off his cell phone, he understood why Ding Jingyi had to commit suicide.Once the intelligent species that cannot dream are disclosed by the media, they will inevitably be caught and dissected for scientific research. The structure of their brain nerves is comparable to the mysteries of gods to crazy researchers.

Ding Jingyi is not so much cowardly as he has a B number in his heart and is used to seeing the top birds with guns, and has become wise from being deflated.

"Hidden" and "protection" must be added to the summoning plan, which is another big project.

Peng Yuan scratched his head: "Don't remember this first, it's dangerous to your personal safety, I'll stop for a while to answer the questions."

"Is it either not to change, or to be deflated?"

"You must have a record but you don't say it!"

"Why did I say it, and someone will come to challenge me after I say it, and it might be embarrassing again!"

Ding Jingyi pointed to the back of her head, "Touch it! There was still a pair of wings, but they are gone! I want to apply for the minimum living allowance for the disabled!"

Peng Yuan touched the root of the horn. There was a section of shallow bone at the root of the horn, which formed two protrusions, which were the structure of the root of the wing, which was the same as the structure of the demon wings he had seen before.

How long are these wings?Can it be used to fly?Does it look weird if you fly with the wings on your head?

Peng Yuan suppressed the messy black-faced cat in his heart and asked three thousand times: "Okay, I won't write, stop changing. Go to sleep."

Ding Jingyi groaned, "Brave for the ages", "Writing a piece of shit without adding [-] hits" and "Spiritual loss" didn't mean anything at all.

A thought flashed through Peng Yuan's mind: He wants you to hug him!

Hugging means hugging every day, how to hug with style and height today?

Peng Yuan leaned against Ding Jingyi's smooth and handsome face, thinking carefully about the possibilities. Ding Jingyi was not heavy but tall, and his height could not be reduced. It took eight steps to walk from the sofa to the bed in the bedroom...

Peng Yuan rubbed Ding Jingyi: "Help me move the notebook here."

Ding Jingyi hummed: "It's not like you can't do it yourself."

Having said that, the laptop suddenly flew out like a scallop walking, and "clicked" closed on the coffee table.

Peng Yuan took the opportunity to turn over and weighed Ding Jingyi, the weight was just right.Magic weight loss, immediate results!

"Prince starts driving—"

Peng Yuan held his breath, stretched his arms, and hugged Ding Jingyi horizontally. It was difficult, but it was still possible!

However, if you choose between a demon form weighing more than 300 kilograms and a human form that is forcibly reduced to 150 kilograms, it is still not an adult's choice.

Peng Yuan stabilized his steps and took the first step towards the bedroom.

Ding Jingyi hooked Peng Yuan's neck and looked at him with a smirk.

Unable to speak, Peng Yuan took the second step.

Ding Jingyi stretched out her hand and slapped Peng Yuan's armpit, standard devilish behavior, who can bear it!

Peng Yuan rushed into the bedroom in three steps at a time, and fell onto the bed with Ding Jingyi, laughing uncontrollably in the itching.

But Ding Jingyi screamed with his head in his arms. When he raised his head, two beige pillowcases hung on the corners, one on the left and the other on the right. They looked like a sign of excessive force and a white flag of surrender to fate.

Deflated!

Looking back, Peng Yuan had no choice but to take off the pillow towel: "Hahaha, if you don't scratch me, hahaha I won't do this! The pillow towel is torn!"

Ding Jingyi turned her head and hummed again: "I can't make it up."

Although Peng Yuan has no doubts about Ding Jingyi's craftsmanship, it's better not to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken with this old pillow towel.

Peng Yuan opened the cabinet and took out two new blue pillow covers. The old ones would not go away and the new ones would not come. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.Those two beige pillow covers have been used since freshman year, and there is no opportunity to throw them away.

Ding Jingyi waited for him to make the bed and lay down on it, giving up old crafts and temporarily accepting the convenience brought by consumerism.

Peng Yuan lay down next to Ding Jingyi and held his hand: "Have you ever had an old thing you couldn't bear to throw away?"

"There have been many, and now they are not around."

"Look at this room, because you are here, the things here will become old objects that I am reluctant to throw away."

Ding Jingyi let out a "hmm" and got into Peng Yuan's arms, "If you say that, I don't have anything."

"Why didn't you, didn't you fill several notebooks?"

Ding Jingyi has been looking for a way to use the star magic. When reviewing the star magic and the source of magic power, he wrote a lot of notes and used up Peng Yuan's leftover matts from elementary school.

"I'm going to give you something big—the coffin! It's for me anyway."

Auditing agencies related to museums and cultural relics have approved the restoration results, and Ding Jingyi is expected to spend a week restoring the golden coffin.

So here comes the question, after the deceased is resurrected after 1000 years, is his coffin his own property or a national cultural relic?

Peng Yuan didn't know, and he didn't want to promote the legislative process of strange laws and expose the old mage who wanted to live with him, so he had to go to the devil in the same way as usual: "The coffin takes up space, don't take it at home, just put it in the museum .May I buy you a sleeping bag?"

"Put a sleeping bag in the residence? It's too weird."

"It's not surprising to go camping when the weather warms up."

Ding Jingyi squirmed, and Peng Yuan felt his demonic core move slightly.

"Jingyi, do you feel my core moving? Have my internal organs shifted?"

"You're just overwhelmed with joy."

"What about you, I like you, are you happy?"

"I'm happy, and I'm going to say something that will make you happier."

"Ok?"

Ding Jingyi turned over, picked up her phone and sent a message: "Just now, I promised Mr. Li to restore the golden coffin, and record the whole process. The video will be used for short videos and documentaries, to create the hope of the whole city."

Peng Yuan was taken aback, and sat up: "Why are you still doing this? Withdraw quickly!"

32. Chapter 32

Although G City has an advantage in the archeology of the Mist Continent because of the existence of the golden coffin, the demon civilization of the Mist Continent is a partial, short-lived, and non-commercial civilization compared to other civilizations.

For example, it is an indisputable fact that the history books of the Congo cannot sell the history of the Ming Dynasty.Therefore, the museums in City G did not focus on the Misty Continent, and continued to maintain the local flavor of the history of the Liao and Jin Dynasties and the history of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties.

However, the Cultural Relics Restoration Department of J University has been unable to recruit students for two years. The museums in City G can't recruit cultural relic restoration personnel, and can only store a large number of cultural relics.

The appearance of Ding Jingyi and the performance-like magic restoration are nothing less than a shot in the arm for the archaeology and cultural relics industry in G City.

Peng Yuan rubbed Ding Jingyi's face: "Magic videos are also made into documentaries! You know that these videos are broadcast, what will happen if someone finds out? You will be caught and live broadcast on the dark web!"

Ding Jingyi looked aggrieved: "I only disclose the part of plastic surgery and coloring, which does not use magic. Moreover, archaeology and history of cultural relics are originally an unpopular industry, and the conversion rate of videos is very low.

I asked Boss Li, she also wanted us to make a sequel to School Strange Talk, but I refused.

Speaking of the restoration of cultural relics, she suggested promoting it by "curing obsessive-compulsive disorder" and "Virgo's favorite video", but it is estimated that only one or two accounts can be done. "

"What about other processes! If there is even one person who applies for the restoration of cultural relics in Ellowyn, do you still teach them blood magic?"

"The previously repaired fragments have been sent to the chemistry department of your school. The old industrial base, the scientific and industrialization of the adhesive components is also promising.

When the time comes, you should run faster, discuss with the school, write a report and publish a book, and become the most authoritative expert in the Fog Continent.No matter how unpopular the subdivision field is, there is still a way to survive. "

Peng Yuan picked up Ding Jingyi and snatched his mobile phone, and the two began to wrestle.It was the old mage who was more skilled, and threw the phone out of the window, turning it into a shooting star without a crisp sound.

The two were lying on the bed with disheveled hair and panting.

Peng Yuan rubbed Ding Jingyi's face frantically: "I can do other things if I don't do academics, but your life is just one!"

"I can eat another 120 years of deflation, don't live too much!"

Countless thoughts ran through Peng Yuan's mind, turning into bullet screens and black-faced cats with bells.He picked up Ding Jingyi and bit him hard on the face.

Peng Yuan stared at himself in the front camera: "It's quite different."

Today is the day to completely restore the golden coffin. The museum even rented a dust-free workshop in the automobile factory, which shows the importance it attaches to cultural relics.Peng Yuan went to help as Ding Jingyi's assistant, which was counted as the content of social practice.

Peng Yuan put on red makeup to echo the blood magic. On his left cheek he painted a counterclockwise fire ring symbolizing the magician Olin, and on his right cheek was a cyan nebula symbolizing the God of Time and Space.

Ding Jingyi slapped him on the waist: "What are you looking at, do you think you are very talented!"

"I didn't have it at first, but now you say it like this, I think it has."

"Humph!"

Ding Jingyi taught very meticulously, and with Peng Yuan's own accumulation, after a month of study, Peng Yuan could skillfully draw all the symbols of the Ellowyn gods and the coats of arms of nobles.

The stacked circular magic circle is painted on the floor of the clean room with paint, shining under the sunlight.

This is a two-person magic circle, still with a circle as the main body.The outermost circle limits the casting range, and there are three inner circles enclosing Ding Jingyi, the golden coffin and Peng Yuan, keeping them in line.

In the workshop with a sense of industry and technology, it looks weird and abrupt, like the summoning of evil gods in the steampunk world view.