Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Divide the money..." Ivan laughed calmly, "But bringing goods and killing pigs are very profitable. "

Ding Jingyi shrugged his shoulders. He felt that Ivan and Zuo Heng were both stupid and bad. They had their own merits: "Without the vision that Huahua brings to you, you can't see what is good at all."

Ivan stared straight at Ding Jingyi: "You are."

You are a beautiful woman, but how can you be a thief.Ding Jingyi was full of these words, he shook his head: "I'm leaving, call me after taking pictures."

Ivan blocked his way: "Are you really willing to endure poverty?"

Ding Jingyi smiled: "It's not that I haven't lived a luxurious life. What's wrong with being poor, it's true if you can survive. Every cause must have its fruit, and your retribution hasn't come yet, that's all."

"Teacher Ding, I'm not afraid of retribution. I can do anything in pursuit of the ultimate beauty and the most money."

Ding Jingyi pushed Ivan away and went downstairs, her high heels rattling on the steel stair boards.

Peng Yuan slapped his hands, and the two staffs were stuck back to the phone, emitting a faint light.

"Step", "step", the sound of high heels came from the corner of the community, and Ding Jingyi also turned out from the corner.

Peng Yuan pointed to the black stiletto high heels on Ding Jingyi's feet: "You?"

Ding Jingyi pointed to the delivery station: "I just bought it."

Peng Yuan held his head in his hands, Ding Jingyi was already ridiculously tall, and with this pair of high-heeled shoes of more than ten centimeters, it looked like a titan was alive and reborn in Pangu.

"No, I mean why do you want to buy this...high heels."

"I haven't worn it, try it out. Didn't Emperor Napoleon like it too?"

"Napoleon is as tall as Captain Levi, and you can wear it as soon as you wear it. You are almost catching up with Yao Ming. Wearing it is a bit...shocking."

Ding Jingyi also vaguely felt the smell of the five thunderbolts: "Experience it, and take it off when you are enough."

The two stood at the gate of the community, next to a courier station, and it was time to pick up the package, and several courier brothers were busy moving around.

Peng Yuan handed Ding Jingyi a cup of taro ball milk tea: "How is it?"

Ding Jingyi took off the head-mounted camera that was shielded with invisibility magic, returned the two staffs "Peacock" and "Jellyfish" to Peng Yuan, told her experience again, and commented on Ivan and Zuo Heng: "Stupid and bad They really complement each other. Compared with them, you are like someone else's child."

"I'm someone else's father..." Peng Yuan took out his mobile phone, "The recording is finished. Let me go with you next time, Ivan is a pervert, he just draws pictures even if he doesn't do anything, and puts him in a sack another day .”

It's okay to put a fake foreigner on a real foreigner's sack.Ding Jingyi waved his hand: "You are a magician now, think of a better way."

"A better way?"

"Ain doesn't want me to be prime minister, one of the reasons is that I think more simply..."

Ding Jingyi took a sip of milk tea, "You can't think too easily. You still have books to read, and hitting someone will delay your future."

Peng Yuan watched the delivery truck stop at the door: "Your innocence is your innocence, Ivan still has to beat you if you owe it."

The courier opened the door of the container and went down to unload the goods. Ding Jingyi patted his butt: "Go back, I saw the printer box."

Although Ding Jingyi explained it, Peng Yuan still felt that the magic that required the help of a printer was a bit outrageous.

Peng Yuan silently walked behind Ding Jingyi, fearing that the stilt-like shoes would cause some trouble. After all, Ding Jingyi's luck was chosen by the internal appointment.

"what--"

After walking a few steps, Ding Jingyi squatted down with a scream, and sprained his ankle as expected.

"Oh, you're so devastated..." Peng Yuan squatted down, "I can't help you, so I'll carry you back."

"Boom", a shield appeared on the ground.

Ding Jingyi's voice came from the card: "It's too big to be portable. How about it."

Peng Yuan picked up the shield, and for no apparent reason he held the shield again.Fortunately, they are not far from where they live, and there are ice cubes left over from last summer in the freezer, so it's easy to apply it.

The living room floor is covered with paper, with nowhere to go.Ding Jingyi was curled up on the sofa, her ankle was swollen, and she was frowning: "I can't do it, I'm going to the hospital."

"Your bones are fine..." Peng Yuan turned on the power, the printer beeped, and spit out a few pieces of paper for test printing, "Going to the hospital is also a compress, why not stay at home, I will give you Knead."

As Peng Yuan said, he threw an egg yolk pastry over.When Ding Jingyi saw the food, he calmed down instantly, turned his wrist to catch the egg yolk cake, and looked back and forth a few times as if he had found a treasure.

Peng Yuan, a black-faced cat, jumped to Ding Jingyi's side, held his face and kissed him: "I think it will take a few kisses to make you feel better!"

Ding Jingyi narrowed his eyes: "Then I'm not going to get better."

"I want to try!"

Peng Yuan kissed, and Ding Jingyi's skin was smooth to the touch, and it smelled dry and faint, like hay that had been tanned leisurely in the sun.

If it wasn't for Ding Jingyi who only wanted sex, Peng Yuan really wanted to take a group photo of a straight man and post on Moments, "My boyfriend is sweet".

"The black-faced cat sucked me!" Ding Jingyi danced and tugged at Peng Yuan's shoulders and back, "Ah, the black-faced cat's belly is hard! Cat's ascites!"

Peng Yuan shook Ding Jingyi's head: "The devil has a migraine!"

The two had a quarrel, and when they had enough of each other, Peng Yuan said, "Let's print the evidence."

Ding Jingyi let out a "hmm", took apart the egg yolk pastry and gnawed it.

Peng Yuan shook his head: Foodie, but he's just a boyfriend, so he has to support him no matter what.He clapped his hands again, and two staffs floated up and stuck to the printer.

The printer beeped in an instant, and the output of the paper was like a flood. Peng Yuan picked up a few, and the paper was full of chatting, transfer records and video screenshots, all of which were records of Ivan Zuoheng's killing pig.

Peng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Success..."

Ding Jingyi passed through the paper that was still warm: "Zuo Pao Wang really didn't make a single order, and he has no talent for pao learning."

Ding Jingyi still couldn't understand the principle of data transmission, so he could only ask Peng Yuan to help, and use the "space lock" magic to transcribe and store the information in the butcher's studio into the wand and then print it out.

"Space Lock" refers to the powerful magic that intercepts all information in a small space, which is equivalent to taking static screenshots of the entire studio without dead ends, so that all information that occurs in the studio can be obtained.

If this "space lock" magic is used to engage in espionage, it can be said to be a unique cheat.

However, the two actually used it to combat the bubble school industry, which can be regarded as preventing financial crimes and emotional harm.

The evidence on paper is enough, but Zuo Heng does not appear in the video recorded by the head-mounted camera, and the strength seems to be a bit weak.

I have to go to Ivan again to find out about Zuo Heng bringing money into the butcher's group, but Ivan is like a sub who sacrificed his life to eat devils, what if Peng Yuan gets jealous again?

Ding Jingyi fell into a short-term dilemma.

Peng Yuan suddenly opened his mouth: "Your evidence... If it is a paper output, why is there no electronic version, can you give it to Zuo Heng's father?"

It really doesn't work.

Ding Jingyi thought for a while: "There are Zuo Heng and Ivan's transaction records in it, although I can't check Ivan's income, but dad spanks, can I check Zuo Heng's expenses?"

"If the bank card is not used, the transaction records of the balance can be deleted..." Peng Yuan reminded.

Ding Jingyi put her chin up and fell into deep thought, educating her son is a technical job, to be a spy and to be Conan.

Sassy talk, how can I prove Zuo Lingyun so that he can go back and give Pao Wang a cruel beating from his cruel father?

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42. Chapter 42

Peng Yuan walked out of the cafeteria carrying four boxes, and he bought three vegetables in each cafeteria, quite like Hua Mulan before joining the army.

Although my boyfriend at home can't get enough to eat, I still have to leave some surplus food and rain and dew for my schoolmates.

At noon, the weather was gloomy and cloudy, and it was a sign of rain. Peng Yuan quickly tightened his hood and went to the residence. Before he walked a few steps, his phone rang, and it was the long-lost rose head.

Speaking of long absences, Ding Jingyi clings to Peng Yuan every day and follows her wherever she goes, including the computer room, lecture theater, laboratory and even the bathroom.

If it hadn't been for the absence of physical education class in junior year, Peng Yuan had no doubt that Ding Jingyi would follow him to run on the playground, and then accept the basketball challenge of nine classmates.

This big devil is simply a beautiful short-haired cat and a Labrador dog glued by 502. It sticks to his body like old long johns every day, making him warm, so naturally he doesn't need a chat tool.

Rose's head flashed: "Brother Bai came to our house today."

Peng Yuan feels more like living in a small nest in a rental house, but it is still far from "home": "It's not home yet."

"If I become king and the land is mine, it will be our home."

"Stop making trouble, the land belongs to the country, and you still want to be the king of the People's Republic of China!"

Ding Jingyi sent a series of emojis: "It sounds quite fresh."

"Is Brother Bai still there? I'll go buy some more vegetables, let's have dinner together."

"Leave the task and leave. I still expect him to use the treadmill."

Peng Yuan remembered that there was a treadmill left by the landlord on the balcony, which occupied a huge area and was never used.

Ding Jingyi's favorites are another bunch of videos of hedgehogs running on rollers, which can be said to be a devil's heart and a black-faced cat must know.

Peng Yuan asked: "If there are no guests, if it's just the two of us eating, I won't buy anything extra."

"I want milk tea."

"What are you doing?"

"Respect each other as guests, understand?"

"Knowledge is not used in this way... What flavor do you want?"

Peng Yuan went upstairs with four boxes of meals and a cup of milk tea, and rang the Rainbow Cat doorbell.

The door opened, and Ding Jingyi took the lunch box from Peng Yuan's hand: "You're back."

Peng Yuan loves this moment so much, he feels