Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The complexion and bright red eyes are like the ghost staff in a haunted house.

Peng Yuan beckoned to Hongyi: "Squat lower."

The red clothes squatted lower symbolically, and Peng Yuan turned on the phone camera and took a picture.Standing next to Hongyi again, switching the phone's front camera, the two of them are in the same frame.

"Smile..." Peng Yuan said.

Red Yi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled like a diplomat.

The phone rang and the photo was taken. Peng Yuan held the photo in front of Hongyi and asked, "Have I sent it?"

The skin color difference between the two is too great, and the room is not bright enough, resulting in Peng Yuan being as black as coal balls, with a yellow and thin face in red clothes. It can be said that this is a photo of a straight man worthy of hanging up and criticizing.

Looking at the photo, Hong Yi finally spoke, "Don't take out the draft."

The voice was gentle but breathtaking, and Peng Yuan's heartbeat stopped.He accumulated a lot of questions in an instant, just like when he was preparing for the exam, he used to save some questions before asking someone to answer them: Who is the red dress?Why can understand his language?Where is the foggy continent?

"You are the first person I summoned, I want my friends to know..." Peng Yuan's question finally turned into a sentence.

"You can't take out my ugly paintings casually."

"Okay..." Peng Yuan bit the bullet, clicked into the Meitu section of the app store, and selected a bunch of software according to the download ranking.

While waiting for the download, Peng Yuan opened the dining table and chairs and motioned for Hong Yi to sit down.Opened the Meitu tutorial again.

The red dress looked at the balcony: "Summoning magic?"

Peng Yuan nodded.

Hong Yi was a little melancholy: "I also tried summoning magic, but I didn't expect that the first time I succeeded, it was because I was summoned by someone else."

Peng Yuan smiled: "My name is Peng Yuan, just call me A Yuan, how about you?"

The red dress knocked on the table: "The magician's name is a secret, you shouldn't say it."

Peng Yuan laughed out loud: "My lord, the times have changed, there is no such rule today."

It was mentioned in the literature that there is a magic spell that specifically curses magicians, and one of the conditions for casting the spell is knowing the opponent's name.

But there is no magic institution to certify Peng Yuan as a magician—only J University recognizes him as an undergraduate student of the school.

Hong Yi sighed and spread his hands: "Stupid apprentice, you're too sloppy."

Peng Yuan's breathing was blocked again, Hong Yi's hands were well-proportioned, and the length of the thumb was close to the middle of the index finger.Just turn it over, the palm is full of calluses.

Red blinked his left eye, and the horns and scales disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. If you don't consider the height of a basketball player, this magician in red is a handsome man, mysterious, feminine and a little sad.

The long-overdue sense of reality rose from Peng Yuan's heart and rushed to his forehead.

The summoning was successful!

The phone rang, and a Meitu app was downloaded. Peng Yuan opened the app and handed the phone to Hong Yi: "Which filter do you want?"

Hongyi looked at Peng Yuan sliding his phone, red eyes full of doubts: "Can you prepare so many drafts in a flash?"

"This is the camera of a mobile phone. It can take pictures. Photos and pictures are different..."

Peng Yuan happily explained the principle of taking pictures with his mobile phone. From junior high school to now, he has been thinking about the successful summoning scenario and prepared countless rehearsals, and today it finally came in handy.

After Hongyi listened, she nodded thoughtfully: "Although I don't understand it very well... let me prepare the draft."

He took Peng Yuan's mobile phone, and all kinds of applications suddenly started crackling.

Peng Yuan jumped up in embarrassment all over his body: "If you want to retake the shot, just tap your phone camera."

Hong Yi gestured and observed the window.He touched the unused oven on the balcony, the plastic succulent flower pot, the glove box containing the black-faced cat gifts, and the chalk left over from the magic circle.

"New world..." The red-clothed hand stroked the screaming chicken on the oven.

"You need to pinch that..." Peng Yuan reminded.

Red did as he did, and made a heinous noise. He pursed his lips and suppressed his laughter in his throat. While pinching the screaming chicken, he painted it with chalk on the wall. He was as happy as a two-meter-high child.

Peng Yuan was infected, and the pain in his feet seemed to disappear.He has imagined countless times that the ancients came to the present, and any invention of the present is worthy of their excitement.This fantasy turned out to be a reality.

After Hong Yi finished painting, he opened the latch and opened the window.The night wind rushed into the room, making Peng Yuan tremble.

"Close the screen to prevent bugs from entering..." Peng Yuan pointed to the screen.

The red dress ignored him, he put away his phone, and swam out of the window like a dolphin, his dark red robe floating in the air.

All sorts of messy premonitions emerged in Peng Yuan's mind: he doesn't want to run away, does he?

Hong Yi grinned, revealing her white teeth: "The new world is more interesting than I thought, I accept the alien wand named 'Mobile Phone'.Goodbye, dear apprentice. "

"The phone is still here!" Peng Yuan grabbed the hem of the robe.

The red clothes turned his wrists, and the static-like numbness of the sweater flowed to Peng Yuan's whole body, but it was not enough to make him stop.

"Huh?" Hong Yi was stunned for a moment, then raised her arm, her super long nails gleaming coldly.

Peng Yuan casually picked up the leather shovel from the pile of debris, and slapped it lightly.You are merciful, and I will treat you with courtesy.The skin is a hoard of goods that was collected on Double Eleven last year, and it can be regarded as coming in handy today.

With a sound of "poof", Pi Zizi sucked the red-clothed palm.

The two froze, the red clothes stuck on the window, Peng Yuan pulled the handle of the leather stick, the two pulled slowly at a turtle's speed, like two cats playing Tai Chi, an embarrassing silence pervaded again.

"Hahaha..." Peng Yuan laughed.

Peng Yuan couldn't remember the last time he laughed out loud. He was easy to feel happy, but not easy to laugh.

The red clothes were laughed at by him, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "The magic wands in the New World are really... various."

Peng Yuan's hands were empty, and the red clothes disappeared. Only the leather bag floated strangely in the air for a few seconds, with a few oily roses wrapped around it, and flew into the distance with a grotesque "woo".

The mobile phone was bought by Peng Yuan only last month, and the price was 99 yuan. With the addition of a 30 yuan leather bag, he could report the crime no matter what.

But how to report it?Was robbed by a magician?

"Magic and poetic..." Peng Yuan slapped his thigh, and his feet bled again.

5. Chapter 5

The chalk drawing left by Hong Yi is not much bigger than the screen of the mobile phone. It is a redrawing of their group photo, a real realistic painting.

The brush strokes are clear and the color is harmonious. Peng Yuan's wheat-colored face is slightly brighter, which complements the red and white complexion.

Peng Yuan made a frame with his hands: "Six colors, six inches of area to draw, magic."

It was the first time someone painted him in such a confusing situation, and Peng Yuan didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He limped and rummaged through the room. No. 213 had disappeared without a trace.If the inspection finds out, the department will not only be criticized.

There are also some black-faced cat accessories missing in the sundries, but compared with No. 213, it is not worth mentioning.

Peng Yuan returned to the bedroom and took down the magic literature from the bookshelf as tall as a person.Turn to the page of summoning magic. According to the literature, the summoned will receive all the offerings.

Judging from the lard rose on the leather stick, the red clothes must have taken the offering away, and the composition of No. 213 is gold, which is the most valuable of all the offerings.

As for the low-quality heraldry paper, Hong Yi has such magic or painting skills, so she probably doesn't like it.

Magical but logical.

Peng Yuan opened the drawer, took out the spare mobile phone and plugged it into the power bank. While charging, he cut a new piece of gauze and prepared to replace it.

When he opened the dirty gauze, he couldn't help but let out an "ah".The previous wound the size of a toenail had healed to the point where there was only a gap left.

It's not scientific, but it's a good thing.Peng Yuan changed the band-aid and quickly resumed the previous fight.

Although Hong Yi has the abilities of super-realistic painting, floating and invisibility, he didn't cause any harm to Peng Yuan, and even healed his wound conveniently.

But in terms of making trouble, this guy is a real devil.Peng Yuan bought that phone after he had been a tutor for half a year, and he planned to use it until graduation.

The backup mobile phone was turned on, and the positioning software showed that the mobile phone taken by Hong Yi was nearby.Peng Yuan zoomed in on the location, which is the dining street in the residential area.

"Can magic crack the payment password?" Peng Yuan shuddered, his deposits were all in the card, and people of any dynasty or generation don't need to be taught about spending money.

Peng Yuan took the mobile router and went downstairs, followed the navigation into the restaurant street.Braised chicken with rice noodles and cold skin, Sichuan and Hunan dishes with milk tea burgers all started together, exuding all kinds of aromas, and Peng Yuan's nose and brain fought with gluttons.

But Peng Yuan's sanity came back faster.The Misty Continent existed between 1000 BC and the 12th century. It was not easy to eat some salt, let alone fried chicken powder with cumin and chili. The food and beverages of this era, no matter the ingredients or seasonings, were very attractive to ancient magicians. Called deadly.

Peng Yuan slowed down, avoiding the warm greetings from the sister Yingbin and the proprietress soliciting customers, and searched carefully.

Although the weather didn't heat up, there were a few barbecue stalls, and one of the stalls roasted leg of lamb.

Wide legs of lamb steam on the grill, glistening with oil and flesh.A few stray cats were walking around under the open-air stalls, rummaging for leftovers.

When the wind blows, the smell and fragrance float up.Peng Yuan was blown all over his face by the smell of mutton in the downwind, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

What would Hongyi like to eat?Peng Yuan asked himself, and quickly came up with the answer.The culture of the Misty Continent is close to that of Europe, and the high-end food is usually fish and meat.

This is mentally handicapped thinking, as long as Hongyi can speak a few words, any restaurant on this street can order fish and meat.And he can really talk