Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

I have directly skipped decades of life and entered the age of aging.

However, the smell of banana water sprayed into his nose immediately made him "choo": "What are you doing?"

"Oh, oh, work for Brother Bai, I'll clean it up."

Ding Jingyi snapped his fingers, and a few strange winds blew in the room, and the strange smell suddenly disappeared, replaced by the light smell of the aromatherapy machine in the room.

Only then did Peng Yuan take a breath, sat down at the dining table, opened the lunch box, and a strong fragrance came out again.

"It's not a solution to eat outside all the time, it doesn't feel like home..." Ding Jingyi opened the convenient chopsticks, "I have to find a way to cook. But I really like Ah Yuan to bring food back, what a contradiction."

"Little philosopher, big clingy star."

Peng Yuan picked up the chopsticks, he didn't think there was anything wrong with eating takeaway, as long as he was with Ding Jingyi, he would eat curry that smelled like excrement in a daze.

After the meal, Peng Yuan turned on the TV: "Speaking of which, what did you pick up today?"

Peng Yuan is used to Ding Jingyi receiving all kinds of OEMs from Brother Bai, basically small jobs such as styling repairs.

After repairing small tanks, small clay sculptures and polystone statues before, Peng Yuan followed Ding Jingyi's handicrafts, which is also a kind of benefit for obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Ding Jingyi also likes Peng Yuan's one-on-one spectators, and he is usually coquettish only when his craftsmanship is appreciated.

However, today Ding Jingyi is uncharacteristically: "Although what I did today is not a bad thing, it is also not auspicious. Don't look at it."

Peng Yuan was taken aback for a moment, but Ding Jingyi never concealed his superb craftsmanship: "How do you say? What happened?"

"It's just kind of scary."

Peng Yuan turned his head on the sofa: "Okay, you do it, I'll turn my back on you."

Ding Jingyi's workbench is on the balcony. After half a month of separation, apart from the landlord's leftover treadmill and sewing machine, the gifts and sundries on the balcony are basically sold on second-hand websites, freeing up an open space for him. Engage in creation.

Clothing samples hang from the ceiling, and models and tools are neatly stacked on shelves large and small.

Peng Yuan opened the electronic version of the document, and there were countless documents in the language of demons that had not been translated in the school. Peng Yuan selected a "History of Rose Dynasty Architecture" and planned to translate it to update the official account.

With Ding Jingyi by his side, Peng Yuan is as stable as an old dog in choosing this direction.Even if the translation cannot be published as a book, it is always good to make a paper citation for the students.

The sound of splashing mud came from the balcony, and Peng Yuan raised his voice: "Are you playing with mud in the northeast?"

Ding Jingyi sang: "I don't have a home in Dalian—"

Peng Yuan lowered his head and continued to read. He had already read "The History of Architecture of the Rose Dynasty", which was almost equal to the personal brick-making career of the magician Olin, except that the author signed "Mandekelite" was a demon nobleman.

Although there were previous Rose Dynasty buildings recorded by European scholars in human language, this nobleman took a different approach and chose museums, art galleries and dance halls as entry points instead of roads, fortifications and other infrastructure, which is not elegant.

Mandekerit is the first son of Emperor Ain. Since his name is too long, Peng Yuan abbreviated him as "Prince NO.50". Although the number of words is the same, it is easy to remember.

For his own uncle, the magician Orin, Prince NO.50 is not stingy with his rainbow fart at all, "My dear uncle is a reward from fate to Ellowyn", such words appear every three pages.

After reading this book, Peng Yuan almost believed that the poor guy next to him was once Xiao Li Feidao in the social world, the leader of the aesthetics of the whole Ellown Magic Kingdom, and the father of the dog who worked overtime in the Mist Continent.

However, after Ding Jingyi arrived in G City, unless Peng Yuan called him or Zuo Lingyun asked him to solve the case of the king of embarrassment, he was basically in a state of being sealed by the rented house and the bed. Jia, a benevolent teacher and loving father, is still a god with wonderful hands.

As for the works, most of them are OEMs. After the original works are finished and framed, it is impossible for them to stay up late and move bricks. After ten o’clock, they must be in bed.

Peng Yuan translated three pages, and his brain hurts because of the super long noble clause.There is still the regular sound of pattering mud playing behind him, like hypnotic white noise.

Peng Yuan suddenly felt a little comfort in this quiet and stable afternoon, as if his loneliness had never existed, and he could not even measure the happiness at this moment.

Peng Yuan put down the tablet and asked, "What unlucky things are you doing today, let me give you luck?"

Ding Jingyi's voice pierced through the pattering background: "This is hand-picked by the gods. Your time and space god is not satisfied with the water and soil, so it will not be auspicious."

"Am I a foreigner or are you a foreigner?" Peng Yuan turned around and threw an egg tart over, "I'll hold you to death!"

Ding Jingyi waved his hand, and the egg tart stopped in the air: "Hai, speaking of it, this thing is related to "death". "

Ding Jingyi stopped patting the mud and waited for a few minutes: "I will show it to you, don't be afraid."

Peng Yuan sat up: "Take it."

Ding Jingyi raised the object in his hand, and Peng Yuan saw clearly that it was a beautiful doll head, the size of an egg.

After careful drawing, the doll has a lifelike face, like a sleeping real person, and a blue five-pointed star pattern in the corner of the eye.

On the other side is a half-faced skeleton, leaving black bones and flesh and blood details like burns.

Peng Yuan was stunned for a long time before saying: "Fuck, your design will help improve the response index of the Uncanny Valley."

"Yeah, I feel terrified when I do it."

Ding Jingyi put away the scary doll head and took out another head.The second head is like the sister of the first head, with a complete face, beautiful makeup, and a gentle smile with open eyes.

"Why would Brother Bai let you do something like this..." Peng Yuan rubbed his eyes.

"It's a long story. There was a fire on Lusan Street half a year ago, burning three households on the first floor. Only a 14-year-old girl survived."

Peng Yuan remembered that one of the three families was a teacher at the school, and the school organized donations.

"After a fire passed, almost everything in the girl's house was gone, except that the doll was not completely burnt out. The doll was bought by her mother. The girl wanted to repair it as a souvenir. But she asked to repair the doll's make-up so that it was damaged. To commemorate the disaster."

Peng Yuan shook his head: "Don't commemorate, what a shadow the little girl will have in her heart."

"So I made an extra complete head shell. If she changes her mind, there is another sustenance... The girl asked a few local modelers to repair it. Most of these modelers dare not accept it because of bad luck.

The girl begged for a long time, and finally found a model artist who was willing to take the order.But when the modeler was repairing, he would have nightmares every night, and all his dreams were fire scenes..."

"Jingyi, why do you, a magician, tell ghost stories?"

Ding Jingyi spread her hands: "Do as the Romans do. The model maker was tortured by nightmares, so he found Brother Bai, saying that he wanted to do good deeds but got himself into trouble. Brother Bai went to see it, and then found me. Anyway, I don't know how to dream Second, if you are not afraid of fire, you will be done with repairing. Who doesn’t love their mother. The story is over.”

Hearing this, Peng Yuan smiled wryly: "I don't even have any impression of my mother..."

Ding Jingyi was silent for a moment: "I have lived for more than 200 years and lived with my mother for 100 years, but she is gone."

"So we are two motherless babies..." Peng Yuan rubbed his head, "I will forget about it if I don't mention it."

Ding Jingyi shook her head: "Some people are even more miserable if they have a mother, such as our Pao Wang."

"What happened to Pao Wang?"

"That's another story."

43. Chapter 43

At dusk, Ding Jingyi finished repairing the doll, applied hot melt glue to its tendons, and slowly packed it with pearl cotton and cardboard boxes.

While waiting for the fried chicken, Peng Yuan helped Ding Jingyi reset the used pens and paints, and the balcony was clean again.

Ding Jingyi put the doll box next to the shoe cabinet: "I have an appointment with Brother Bai, and he will come to take it after get off work."

Peng Yuan remembered that Brother Bai's house was the opposite direction of their residence: "How about I call Shansong?"

"Still..." Ding Jingyi thought for a while, "Farewell, don't let the errand boy feel unlucky. And this is delivered by Bai Ge himself, there may be something on it that I didn't expect. The gods are gods , be good to everyone."

Although Peng Yuan has thoroughly read the magic notes of the God of Time and Space, he has very little experience in dealing with magical emergencies.

In line with the principle that if you don't die, you won't die and stick to it to the end, Peng Yuan went back to the kitchen to cook. Now the chicken wings are also on fire, turning into a golden row in the pot.

Peng Yuan temporarily turned off the range hood and asked, "Is it okay if I use the oil used to fry the chicken and fry the meat again?"

Before Ding Jingyi came, Peng Yuan had never tried to make two kinds of fried goods in one meal, after all, there was no need for one person.

When I go to grandpa's place during the holidays, the meals are prepared by a few aunts, so there is no need for him to cook.

Today both of them happened to be at home, and Ding Jingyi was doing a good thing for the disaster-stricken girls. Peng Yuan wanted to fry chicken wings and pot-wrapped meat on a whim, but his knowledge of using oil ran into a blind spot, so he asked this question.

Ding Jingyi's voice came from the bathroom: "Blow it up, I don't know."

Ding Jingyi himself is not very good at cooking, and all her culinary knowledge comes from Peng Yuan's memory. As for the first meal, Peng Yuan also ate a summoning filter, which was actually his own cooking.

"Meow Meow Meow" Rainbow Cat's doorbell rang, and Ding Jingyi's voice came out of the bathroom again: "Ah Yuan, please open the door."

"What are you doing in there?"

"I take a shower."

"Have a date and take a bath, you are quite