Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Attracted: "What kind of new magic is this?"

"Handwriting copying". "Ding Jingyi looked at the spiral notebook ten times at a glance, "It can record the handwriting in a certain area, only handwriting, and you can't type it on your mobile phone.Come, let's see what news we can get. "

"You, cheated..." Peng Yuan leaned forward.

"The magic of "handwriting copying" is very useful against traditional magicians. They like to carry commonly used books with them. Knowledge is a common possession of magicians.But it may not be useful against modern people..."

"I mean is that the right thing to do?"

Ding Jingyi has been pursuing to learn the business model, but because she does not have an ID card, she cannot work formally. Now that she has an ID card, the act of commercial espionage comes again, and Peng Yuan also does not understand.

Ding Jingyi looked serious: "There is no contract or confidentiality agreement, 50 yuan for 50 yuan of work."

Peng Yuan laughed out loud: Yes, Demononomics.

The handwriting recorded by Magic is messy, including the mobile phone number recorded by the real estate agent, the guest's request left by the studio staff, and Ivan's Ukrainian notes and an address in pinyin and Chinese characters.

"No. 75, Green Street..." Ding Jingyi read out, "What is this place?"

Peng Yuan's first reaction was the local small commodity market. After turning on the location of the mobile phone, the map showed that it was the front of a jewelry store, and there was a warehouse behind it.

Peng Yuan came to a conclusion: "It's probably Ivan's warehouse."

"That is to say, this place may be a commonly used warehouse. Well, the rent there is more expensive...to be a studio in a remote place, and to be a warehouse in a place where there are people and retail sales. I roughly understand his location..."

Ding Jingyi continued flipping through the notes, "Ah Yuan, what does "gifted by a dog" mean? "

Peng Yuan opened the second-hand trading app: "In this context, we can understand it as Zuo Heng's gift... melon. What do you think Pao Wang can give Lei Di?"

Ding Jingyi waved his hand: "I have lived for hundreds of years because I don't care about other things."

Peng Yuan pinched Ding Jingyi's face: "Why are you like this, you are so lifeless. Eating melons is the same as eating rotten ones. Hurry up."

Thinking of the emaciation he had suffered since his rebirth, Ding Jingyi made a choice without hesitation: "Melon."

"Look for melons, find melons."

Through range positioning, Peng Yuan quickly found Ivan on the second-hand software.

Ivan has an avatar everywhere: colorful photos of himself, full of hippie vibes.Peng Yuan swiped the sales list, not only all kinds of jewelry, but also all kinds of sneakers.

The sneakers are marked with the model number, each pair is a four-digit number, and the prefix is ​​without exception "gifted by the dog".

Ding Jingyi turned her head: "Prodigal sons also love capitalists?"

Peng Yuan grinned: "The prodigal son chased the capitalists with RMB..."

Ding Jingyi laughed awkwardly: "The king in the group, the dog in the group, two faces... double-faced melon!"

"Double-faced melon" is not bad, Peng Yuan had a sense of sight that he secretly nicknamed the school bully when he returned to high school.

37. Chapter 37

The lamb chops were steaming on the dining table, and Peng Yuan slowly recited the mantra: "air, float, and rise freely." A lamb chop floated up and floated onto his plate.

"Air, floating, rising freely..." The knife and fork slowly flew into the air and stopped at the ends of the lamb chops.

""get rid of"! "The knife cut across and cut off a whole piece of mutton.

"What's wrong with you?" Ding Jingyi rolled his eyes, put on disposable gloves and grabbed a piece of lamb chops, "It's refreshing to eat with your hands, understand? Peng Yuan rubbed his hands, and took another pair of chopsticks to dip the lamb chops into sauce In just over a month, the elegant Ellowyn magician turned into a rough man who ate meat, while the fake foreigner who was born and bred learned magic and gnawed bones, and he was so particular about it.

Peng Yuan licked his lips: ""Cutting" is the first magic you taught me, it's a treasure, of course we need to use it more. "

"Cutting" magic is a relatively elementary type of craft magic. As the name suggests, it is a magic that performs cutting operations, from hard steel to soft flesh, as long as the medium is suitable, it is applicable to all.

Peng Yuan's use of this magic to eat is also adhering to Ding Jingyi's spirit of making small things big. Eating high-protein, high-fat food with magic, the mouth addiction has passed and the fat has been lost. It can even be used as a perpetual motion machine for a reservoir. Experience the joke normal life.

"I teach you this because I'm afraid that you will be bullied..." Ding Jingyi's whole body was filled with hatred for iron and steel, "King Zuo Pao will trouble you again, let him be cremated for the last air cutting. Industrial, mass production, modern , there is no evidence at all."

Although Pao Wang is a jerk, this trick is too much for ordinary humans, and it might activate the magic person processing system somewhere in the school.

Peng Yuan opened a bottle of Snowflake pure draft beer: "It's rare for you to be a hard dish today, don't mention spoiling things, and be happy on a beautiful day."

Ding Jingyi beckoned, and a bottle of Jiangxiaobai Baijiu was opened in response: "When Ah Yuan was broken, there was no bottle of snow that was innocent."

The two got up, exchanged glasses and held each other, drank it all in one gulp, and did not separate for a long time.Like a creation preserved in a certain fragment of time and space, an eternal moment of an insect in amber.

Ding Jingyi avoided Peng Yuan's gaze: "Is it because the lamb chops are not roasted well or..."

Before the coquettish words were finished, Peng Yuan pushed away Ding Jingyi's cup, put his right shoulder on his shoulder, and gently pressed Ding Jingyi's face, and kissed him from the air.

Ding Jingyi showed a smirk, turned his face and posted it again with Peng Yuan, "Bo" back, and did not forget to leave a sarcasm:

"Young people are so energetic and exciting, I can't help but take advantage of you."

Peng Yuan tightened his arms and touched the tip of Ding Jingyi's nose: "But I feel that this is not the first time..."

This scene seems to have happened hundreds of years ago, as if written in Peng Yuan's memory.

In the noisy and chaotic market, between the wide and empty halls, and in the cramped and narrow magic workshop, it is filled with the aroma of spices, the spicy wine and the musty smell of books, just like the daily life of an old man.

"Jingyi, do you... remember anything?"

Ding Jingyi didn't answer directly: "It feels like every day is the same day, which is not good, it seems like a precursor to dementia."

Peng Yuan asked: "You must remember something?"

Ding Jingyi pulled a piece of lamb chops and smiled badly: "Don't tell me, if you talk about it, you will be publicly executed on the official account."

Peng Yuan chanted another spell, and a few pieces of mutton chops fell into Ding Jingyi's bowl like snowflakes: "By the way, Jingyi, have you ever thought about being an expert?"

"what?"

"An expert on the history of Ellowyn, for example... an expert on the personal history of the magician Olin."

After rebirth, the pre-graduate self sounds quite interesting, and the authority is unique.

Think about it, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Gorbachev still played himself in various movies, mainly in the scene announcing the disintegration of the Soviet Union.

Ding Jingyi's head was shaken with an afterimage: "There are thousands of roads to Qiafan, isn't it good to hang on?"

Peng Yuan's face was full of helplessness: "Is dog the only way to survive? Can I even give up my original appearance in order to survive?"

"What did I look like?" Ding Jingyi turned around with the bowl in his hand, his shoulders twitched in a smooth arc, "There is always someone who needs to be deflated, why must it be me? I would rather be silent and useless than heroically deflated."

This was said by Ding Jingyi, and Peng Yuan really couldn't refute it. After all, he died suddenly after working overtime for the country. Although there are countless officials who have dedicated themselves in history, there is only one personal life.

"Fuck him for the country!" Ding Jingyi added, angrily swallowing Peng Yuan's chopped lamb chops, "My father is a magician and the prime minister. In terms of magical ability alone, I can hang the whole country up and beat him up." !Except for the gods! But my brother doesn't want to give me the position of prime minister, how can I live without being a salted fish?"

Then the average level of magic in your country fluctuates a lot, Peng Yuan thought.Being a magician and being a prime minister are two different things. Although the magician Olin has studied under the God of Destiny, he has no achievements related to "prophecy". For a prime minister with magical duties, prophecy is an indispensable ability.In addition, more flexible brains and worldly skills are needed.

After getting along with me for a month, Peng Yuan felt that although the person next to him was not a lazy person, he also had the ability to be a prime minister. He used his predictive ability to save King Zuo Pao who was almost killed by a car, almost wiped out all the local weasels, and The teachers at the school and the Immortal family get along happily, but there are no relevant records in the literature—there are also embarrassing ones.

Conversely, Gore, Prime Minister of the First Dynasty of the Ellowyn Rose, and Alessia, Prime Minister of the Second Dynasty, both have a record of governance in prophecy, war, domestic affairs, and diplomacy.

This pattern is not a star and a half. In an instant, the distance between the magician Olin and the two Ellowyn prime ministers is one hundred Bismarcks. It can only be said that the emperors of Ellowyn employ people on their merits.

For the dead wizard Orin, dreams were indeed a luxury.

"Well, I shouldn't have mentioned these things..." Peng Yuan opened a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai, "Apologize to the big devil!"

Ding Jingyi was taken aback for a moment, then snatched the liquor bottle: "Drink your snowflakes!"

Having said that, Ding Jingyi drank half a box of Jiang Xiaobai when Peng Yuan had just finished a bottle of Snowflake.

Under Peng Yuan's obstruction, he died down, forming a ball like a pangolin.Peng Yuan simply hugged Ding Jingyi to the sofa, and put away the table. I have to say that floating magic is very friendly to lazy people. A few incantations can get things done and lose weight.

When Peng Yuan finished cleaning, Ding Jingyi was still curled up on the sofa.Peng Yuan sat next to him, he didn't smell a trace of alcohol, as if the half box of baijiu just now was just a bottle of Nongfu Spring.Although clean and decent, just