Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Peng Yuan turned off the front camera: "Is there anything special about my position?"

Ding Jingyi pulled the infusion stand: "Fill the seat."

"I don't understand, what are you repairing your own coffin for?"

Ding Jingyi dragged the chair into the magic circle: "God seat."

How can a good college student make up for the gods?Peng Yuan shook his head and looked towards the isolation window. He needed to do some mental construction slowly.

Li Yun and several museum staff were discussing something outside the isolation window. Brother Bai also came, gesticulating with a boy with bright orange hair on a tablet.

Today's gods are also omnipotent with electronic products, who can slow down this!

Peng Yuan turned his head back: "God position... If we say that we are going out, you are the master and I am the second god, right?"

Ding Jingyi pointed to the fragments of the golden coffin: "The gods in the Elowyn pantheon are gods, not priests and performers. You see."

Peng Yuan followed the prestige and saw that the ground was full of coffin fragments, and Ding Jingyi had already done the cleaning and plastic pretreatment.

Among them was a coffin fragment the size of a vertical air conditioner, flipped from top to bottom following Peng Yuan's gaze, showing a blue nebula pattern.

"According to Ellowyn's etiquette, the fourth layer of the coffin is the coat of arms of friends. The nobles of Ellowyn are all my relatives, and the gods are all my partners, but my friends are only the gods of time and space. You take It is the position of the space-time god."

Peng Yuan crossed his arms: "I treat you as a boyfriend! You treat me as a friend, huh?"

The sound was full of echoes, as if someone had turned on the microphone suddenly.The scientific researchers and gods outside the isolation window paused their work and looked at them one after another.

Ding Jingyi dragged the infusion stand and hid behind it: "Ai Luowen doesn't have the position of a boyfriend, otherwise I will put you in the position of relatives."

Peng Yuan hummed, and flicked the miniature microphone on his collar. There was another buzz in the workshop, and he quickly shut it off.

Ding Jingyi poked his head out from behind the IV stand: "You copied me."

Everyday Demonic Behavior!

Li Yun's voice came from the radio: "Ahem, the recording is about to start, you guys are ready to go."

Two photographers in protective clothing walked across the clean ground and pushed the camera on the slide rail to the right position.After seeing the IV stand, the photographers whispered:

"Is this different from the ones I've seen before?"

"Which immortal still uses blood transfusion?"

"It's not a horse show, it's a recording magic... Magic..." Peng Yuan interrupted the photographer, "Intangible cultural heritage, um."

The photographer looked blank behind the protective goggles: "Oh."

Peng Yuan stopped beside Ding Jingyi: "Hold out your hand."

"You can't hit me."

"I'm going to stab you, how could I hit you..." Peng Yuan flicked the tip of the needle, and behind Ding Jingyi was the workbench, on which was the blood just delivered by the blood bank this morning, and a staff member was processing it.

The blood was type A blood donated by students from J University. Somehow the museum found a way to have it tested by the blood bank in the city, and it was used for restoration of cultural relics.It must be that the previous magicians have seen too many people and are familiar with the road.

As for the two gods, Brother Bai naturally supported Ding Jingyi's life.There is a high probability that the bright orange hair is a fox fairy. What is he doing here for?

Ding Jingyi stretched out his left hand: "Ah Yuan, I have a question, which of us is the real devil?"

"Whoever gets stabbed is..." Peng Yuan pushed the needle, and blood gushed in, "Don't make trouble, let's see your sight."

He suppressed the second half of the sentence "the hope of the whole city" and did not say.

Peng Yuan didn't want to put pressure on Ding Jingyi, and he didn't want everyone's wish to come true.A balance suddenly formed between Ding Jingyi's life and the prospects of the archaeological and cultural relics industry in City G, and Peng Yuan himself was the pointer and the final weight of the balance.

Ding Jingyi popped out a carving knife and cut through the vein in his right arm, blood slowly gushed out, outlining the strange shape of a hole in the wound.

He raised his head, and the soft light cast warm light, outlining his soft silhouette in the cold workshop.Peng Yuan stood opposite him, behind the golden coffin.

"In the name of the ancestors on the stars, the glory of the ancient empire, and the allies close at hand, borrow the power of science, magic, and fairy art..." Ding Jingyi took a deep breath, "The restoration begins!"

Peng Yuan only felt that the core of the demon sank, almost dragging his whole body to the floor.Then there was a slight reaction in the core, twitching like a new nerve.

He subconsciously reached out to cover his belly, but didn't rub it.When he raised his head again, the space in front of him was completely different.

The light red floats in the air like a chain, and the magic circle under him is also filled with jellyfish-like blue vertical and horizontal, transparent and full of wonderful gelatinous texture.Outside the isolation window, mist also appeared on the hands of the boy with bright orange hair.

Ding Jingyi asked, "Can you see it?"

"I can feel that this is the embodiment of magic and spiritual power? The red chain is you, the orange mist is that boy, and the blue one is mine."

"That's right, you can see the magic energy flowing, you seem to be a little faster than I expected. I don't know if it's bad luck or luck."

"I'm a fake European, and I'm very confident in my bad luck!"

"You're better than me? Lol!" Ding Jingyi pointed at the coffin, "Make your notes, as usual. According to Ellowyn's etiquette, the relief on the first floor marks the identity of the deceased, write."

The outermost layer of the golden coffin slowly floated up, and the four sides and the coffin lid were covered with reliefs of counterclockwise fire rings, and blood slowly gushed out and poured in, bonding it together.There was a strange sweet smell in the air.

"Jingyi, your blood smells sweet. It's as sweet as the moment a fruit is cut open, as sweet as the first sip of milk tea."

A flash of shyness flashed across Ding Jingyi's face.

Peng Yuan sat on the ground and laughed: "No one said that to you, right!"

Ding Jingyi hummed: "Be serious, restore cultural relics!"

The gold layer floated up and stopped in the corner of the room, and a staff member immediately went over to close the isolation curtain.

The bonding of gold and blood magic needs to be dried in the shade, and this layer will be placed in the workshop for two or three days.

Only then did Peng Yuan take out a pen and paper: "The carving knife was a purely magical operation. In this case, will you be under a lot of pressure?"

Ding Jingyi smiled: "I have seen many worse situations than this. At least the environment here is stable and there are enough helpers. If there is no accident, all repairs can be completed today."

The second layer has a texture similar to white quebracho wood, on which are carved countless temples, roads, Ellowyn's imperial city, Rose Castle, and a Great Wall.This layer symbolizes the merits of the deceased.

Peng Yuan read aloud: "The roads throughout the Mist Continent, even when Julian Vandilin attacks Salem, they must take the roads built by the devil."

"It's not worth mentioning. This is what the Romans did as early as BC. "All roads lead to Rome" is also a saying that Ellowyn has. "

"That's the road of the Romans, not Ellowyn's..." Peng Yuan lowered his head, "The next one is Rose Castle, the devil's imperial city. It contains the emperor's castle, the temple of Moira, the god of destiny, and the tombs of the kings." great city of..."

A god only has a name when he becomes the patron saint of the nation, otherwise the people of Ellowyn only address him or her with power.

The God of Destiny is the God ushered in by the founding empress, and naturally has an absolute status.Even after Ain swept the gods of the ground, Moira's temple existed in the sovereign's capital city.

"Hey, the "Desperate Great Wall Front", the fortifications that block the border barbarians. "

Sweat dripped from Ding Jingyi's forehead: "The first emperor played with the rest."

Although the Misty Continent does not have the conditions to contact the Chinese civilization, the contradiction between nomadic and farming is still the same.

Peng Yuan stared at Piaofei's stacked coffins: "It's reasonable, taking this method, doesn't it prove that you and Emperor Shihuang thought of going together?"

"Ain copied Ying Zheng's homework, and I'm just a bricklayer."

"Don't be so sad."

How is habitual humility developed, because of deflation?For some reason, Peng Yuan suddenly felt distressed.

At this time, there were a few "cracks" in the fresh air duct, followed by something rustling under the floor. Ding Jingyi shook his hand, but the coffin was still glued together firmly.

Peng Yuan stood up, looked around the fresh air duct, but didn't find anything.

Ding Jingyi's gaze was still on the torn coffin: "Ah Yuan, what is it?"

Peng Yuan glanced around: "It sounds like a mouse or a yellow skin, but the workshop is well sealed, so you shouldn't be able to get in. And we have a fairy house here, so it's not a big problem, right?"

Having said that, Peng Yuan still turned on the microphone: "What's outside?"

A gentle and gentle male voice sounded on the radio: "We'll deal with it now."

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33. Chapter 33

Ding Jingyi gradually pulled the magic power away from the magic circle: "The magic is stopped."

Peng Yuan walked out of the magic circle, helped Ding Jingyi pull out the blood bag from the needle, and then bandaged the wound.

When she was bandaged by Peng Yuan through the gauze, Ding Jingyi's heart trembled at the soft touch.

"How does it feel to be a cistern?" Peng Yuan wrapped it tightly and tied a knot like a string.

"It's much better than it was 1000 years ago..." Ding Jingyi wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Ah Yuan, look at Teacher Li——"

Peng Yuan looked back, and the orange-haired boy was gone. Li Yun, who was outside the isolation window, picked up a handful and was loading bullets. branch.

Li Yun pointed at the air: "Ah Yuan, don't look at me, I have a gun license."

It is not against the law to go out and take a pen, Peng Yuan asked again: "Then, where did that boy go?"

Brother Bai whispered: "Hu Shunhua, a 18th grade student in the Department of International Trade, your student is a fox fairy."