Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

For a male lion, small scourges will gradually expand, and sooner or later the cracks will become gaps, making it gradually lose in the follow-up fights and lead to a dead end.

A bold idea flashed across Peng Yuan's mind: to provide supplementary magical protection for demons who have lost their power magic. Has anyone thought about this problem before him?

After all, Ellowyn is a kingdom ruled by demons, magic has been developed for thousands of years, and there are countless people who have served demon nobles on the foggy continent.

"A Yuan..." Ding Jingyi's voice interrupted his thinking.

"what?"

"Do you feel cold in your crotch?"

"Oh, why is it windy?"

"A little furry?"

Peng Yuan looked down, and saw that the tide of weasels passed them and headed towards the inside of the factory building.

There were even two little weasels jumping on Peng Yuan's feet: "How can this foreigner have a breeze?"

Ding Jingyi understood from the knowledge base given to him by Peng Yuan. "Qingfeng" refers to male ghosts in the terminology of horses.

The dignified prince of the empire in 2000 was treated as a lonely ghost. Ding Jingyi's heart trembled, and he asked the little weasel with a smile, "Is your family here?"

The one on Peng Yuan's left foot stood up: "Of course they're all here. Grandpa wants to make noodles... The breeze smells so good. Do foreigners also burn incense?"

Another one: "This is not the smell of burning incense, but a bit like fruit!"

"Perfume pineapple?"

"Perfume pineapple!"

Peng Yuan flicked his forehead to each of the two little weasels: "Nonsense, go away!"

The little weasel yelled and cursed: "The foreigner is waiting, tell the grandfather to kill you!"

Ding Jingyi got up slowly, not sure whether it was because of fatigue or anger.Blood seeped through the gauze and dripped out, and the two little weasels jumped off Peng Yuan's feet in an instant, fell into the yellow torrent and disappeared.

The familiar heat came from the side, wrapped Peng Yuan's body by the wind, which was the precursor of fire magic.

Peng Yuan grabbed Ding Jingyi's wrist: "Copy Huang Pizi's house? No offense!"

Ding Jingyi looked at Peng Yuan with a face full of unwillingness: "I..."

Peng Yuan held his face in his hands: "You are a person with an ID card, a cultural relic restoration expert handpicked by schools and museums, a good person, a hero! No one can repair the golden coffin except you! There is no need to fight with these different people The entanglement of spirits and monsters that do not harm the world."

Ding Jingyi shook his hands, unwilling to become confused, the heat of the flames also slowly dissipated in the wind, the yellow torrent disappeared, leaving a silence in the remote space.Immediately afterwards, the wind blew up, and gunshots sounded in the distance.

Peng Yuan took Ding Jingyi's hand: "Go home."

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A lot of comments suddenly appeared in the middle of the night last night, so I will update another chapter hhh

34. Chapter 34

Peng Yuan pressed "Inquiry", and the screen of the automatic inquiry machine turned into a chrysanthemum.

"It's stuck..." Peng Yuan shook the mouse, "Wait a minute."

Ding Jingyi held up two cups of milk tea: "Do you want the golden mango sago or the silver coconut pudding?"

Peng Yuan took out the third cup from the bag next to the inquiry machine: "I want this brown Hong Kong-style mandarin duck."

"The sword is going off the edge."

Peng Yuan poked open the milk tea and "ton" it up.

The J Library has collected various versions of the Mist Continent literature, ranging from the original versions of various Mist Continent languages ​​to Chinese translations.

In order to find a substitute for Ding Jingyi's power magic, Peng Yuan plunged into the vast literature.

Starting from the search as usual, Peng Yuan spent three hours in the morning searching for keywords in various human languages. Ding Jingyi ate all four canteens and brought back fried chicken milk tea and small octopus balls.

Peng Yuan had to cast spells several times to reduce the weight brought on by the snacks, but he got nothing, and the library query machine even protested with death.

Ding Jingyi looked at the phone: "I just asked Mr. Li, some books in my language are deep in the collection, go out for a fresh breath, and read them later?"

Ding Jingyi also reviewed all the star magic and all the demon magic circulation methods in his memory, and wrote more than a dozen notebooks, and wrote two pens, none of which could save energy.

I had to try my luck from the book.However, they hadn't heard of any input method that could type out the devil's language, so the two had to find it on the spot.

The sun was shining brightly outside the museum, Peng Yuan raised his hand to cover his eyes, and went down the steps step by step: "You ran so many laps just now, are your injuries okay?"

When restoring the golden coffin earlier, Ding Jingyi deliberately chose the method of self-injury to output blood in order to maintain the purity of magic, and was also called the perfume pineapple by the weasel.

Peng Yuan has never eaten a perfumed pineapple, and he doesn't want anyone to treat Ding Jingyi as a delicious food——

Dan Ding Jingyi ran out to eat delicious food, and he agreed with both hands. It would be even better if he was with him.

Ding Jingyi turned to the nearby pavilion and snapped his fingers. The milk tea bag was automatically torn open and spread on the plinth of the seat: "It's nothing, it won't affect you."

"It would be bad if it affects your craftsmanship. You should rest more. The change of dressing hasn't improved in the past few days. Instead, there is an extra hole. If you get an infection, you have to go to the hospital."

Ding Jingyi put out the unfinished octopus balls: "Anyway, the golden coffin has been repaired, and there is nothing left for now."

Peng Yuan took out a toothpick and poked a small ball: "Hmm..."

The breeze blew by, with a slight smell of grass and sunshine, and it slanted down on the legs of the two of them, making them feel warm.

The follow-up restoration of the golden coffin went much smoother. After negotiation between the museum and J University, the aseptic laboratory on the sixth floor of the experimental building was selected, and the bonding part was completed in two days.When operating, let alone a weasel, there is not even a bird flying by.

Subsequent results were released with little success. The repair of the golden coffin has become a hot search in City G for two days. The school's post bar has also flooded with many high school seniors who inquired about the news of applying for the exam. The museum also took the opportunity to hold a series of exhibitions, and took the opportunity to apply for funding from upstream.

Ding Jingyi originally wanted to send a pennant to the museum, so she wrote "Thank you for not burying it", but was persuaded by Peng Yuan.

Instead, he sent a "Thanks to the teachers and students of the Department of Archeology for saving my life" to the Department of Archeology of J University, and signed the name of Orin Valentin.

This pennant is now hung in Li Yun's office as a substitute for watching funny videos when there is no traffic.

Ding Jingyi unzipped her clothes: "That's right."

Peng Yuan's mind suddenly became a highway, and countless unlicensed new driver black-faced cats ran past it.

"Hehehe, what are you thinking?" Ding Jingyi smiled, "But it's true that I want to give you two treasures."

The Heimianmao Expressway suddenly changed from an orderly Shanghai fortress to a patchwork Chongqing forest.

"Okay, okay..." Peng Yuan swallowed the octopus balls, "What is it?"

Ding Jingyi turned his left hand, his wrist crackled: "Ah, tenosynovitis has developed!"

Two dark magic wands the size of ballpoint pens appeared in Ding Jingyi's palms, one was made of peach wood, engraved with blue nebula patterns symbolizing the God of Time and Space;

The other one is made of obsidian, the whole body is smooth, and one end is inlaid with a red demon scale the size of a fingernail.

Peng Yuan instantly understood why the weird wound on Ding Jingyi's wrist did not heal: he pulled out his own scales!

"Your magic wand, with it, I can officially teach you magic..." Ding Jingyi spread out five fingers, and the two magic wands floated towards Peng Yuan, "It is embedded with magnets, which can be attached to the mobile phone, and can be used as a stand when crossed If you don't mind the trouble, I can add a few more to make a Hidden Blade."

Peng Yuan cupped his hands, caught the wand and held it in the palm of his hand, the intertwined magic power rose in his hands, the obsidian wand exuded magic power like red chains, and the peach wood was transparent like cyan jellyfish, Peng Yuan's demon core also boiled , a strange sense of clarity rose from his chest, as if he had connected to the resonance of ancient memories.

"Jingyi... fire..."

Ding Jingyi showed a puzzled expression: "Huh? What fire? Give your wand a name. Don't call it Ganjiang Moxie, I will feel like a thunderbolt."

Peng Yuan lifted the obsidian wand: "This one is called Peacock."

A trace of surprise flashed across Ding Jingyi's face.

"This is the jellyfish..." Peng Yuan weighed the mahogany wand.

Ding Jingyi smiled wryly: "The naming is really random."

"There is a reason for this, but I can't think of it for now..." Peng Yuan tore off half of the paper bag, and carefully wrapped the wand.

"Double-wielding mage black-faced cat, clasped fists together! But next time, don't repay the favor with the white crane! It hurts to see it!"

Ding Jingyi rolled his eyes: "Then you want to repay your kindness with revenge?"

"Leopard Hug!"

Peng Yuan threw himself into the air and hugged Ding Jingyi into his arms.

"My niece didn't do this when she was two years old... Are you still a person who likes to hug others so much?"

"You like being hugged too."

"The time I was living in..." Ding Jingyi's mouth twitched, "I saw so few people, it's strange."

Hundreds of years ago, Ellowyn's demonic aristocrats held high positions, and the attendants around them were mostly monsters and golems. Ding Jingyi's words had an extraordinary and weird sense of reality.

"There are so many people at this time, and I'm the only one you want to see?"

Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi's back and rubbed it, "You can hug him for as long as you want."

Ding Jingyi looked over Peng Yuan's shoulder, and there was a palm-sized little weasel standing on the stone table in the landscape pavilion, holding a small octopus ball in his hand and feeding it to his mouth.

bad atmosphere!Ding Jingyi has completely blocked the weasels, and is on the verge of destroying them at any time.

Peng Yuan sensed Ding Jingyi's unhappiness, stiffened, twitched, and said nothing. Peng Yuan could already recite Ding Jingyi's reaction when he was deflated.

He also sat up, took out the jellyfish staff and pointed at the weasel: "It's called octopus balls, how can there be chicken in it!"

little weasel one