Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Have an idea. "

"After finishing that thing and then walking around the house, I'm afraid you will dislike it."

"You were all dead and summoned by me. Why do I dislike you? Besides, this is a good deed. You nobles, pay attention when you shouldn't."

Peng Yuan slapped his hands, and the two extended chopsticks floated up, and put the marinated pork chops into the pot.He hurriedly wiped his hands, and trotted all the way to open the door.

Brother Bai was waiting at the door in a blue jacket, with a carton of milk in his hand: "Huh? Your family is cooking, excuse me."

Peng Yuan picked up the doll box: "It's not easy for Brother Bai to come here. Jingyi is in the bathroom and told me that Brother Bai is here to get things."

Brother Bai's expression changed, he carried the milk into the door and put it down.

"Hey, brother Bai, why don't you be polite when you come."

"I thought the incident with the Huang family was over, but I didn't expect to get diarrhea after picking up a smoke soul. Let's drink some milk at night."

Smoke soul?Peng Yuan didn't react for a while.At this time, Brother Bai also took over the doll box.The doll box is divided into two layers, the outermost layer is a corrugated cardboard box that is not locked, and the inner layer has a skylight.

Brother Bai glanced at it, gave a thumbs up with his bare hands, and quickly sealed it with the tape he carried with him.

"I'll talk to Teacher Ding alone about other matters, classmate..." Brother Bai read out a series of mobile phone numbers, "Call me on the mobile phone if you have anything to do."

"What can happen?"

Brother Bai smiled apologetically: "It won't be a big deal, even if there is... psychological counseling. Your frying pan is still ringing, go and clean it up."

Peng Yuan muttered in his heart, but on the surface he maintained the state of "we don't know anything and dare not ask".

Not long after seeing off Brother Bai, the last pot of meat was out of the pot, and the aroma filled the whole living room.

Ding Jingyi also returned to the world from the bathroom, and obediently sat down at the dining table.Peng Yuan explained about Brother Bai's delivery of milk, and the two ate it.

Both of them seemed to be holding down their words, and neither seemed to dare to speak first.

Ding Jingyi broke the silence: "I'll show you my mother."

He beckoned, and two small clay figures floated onto the table.One is the original form of Queen Feli Aya, with broad black wings and slender legs, resembling a fallen angel in an oil painting.

The other is the human form of the Empress, dressed in golden armor and a white fur cloak, fierce and luxurious.

Peng Yuan put down his chopsticks: "Looking at the floor plan of the statue in the literature, I feel very grand. If this statue is to be made into a restored 3D portrait, the museum will love you to death."

"Well, I'm working on 3D modeling, but at this stage I'm still fast at hand."

"I'll also show you my mother. The resolution of the photo is a bit low. Back then, there was only photo paper, so I had to go to a photo studio."

Peng Yuan opened the photo album of his mobile phone, and there was a wrinkled and noisy black and white photo in it. In the photo, Peng Yuan's mother was a handsome female worker, wearing light-colored work clothes, with a special sense of the times.

Ding Jingyi squinted her eyes: "It's cute, why are you still wearing such trendy clothes?"

There are also urban functions and tooling in the current national trend. This is another black and white photo, and it is not an exaggeration to leave room for Ding Jingyi's reverie.

"Well, my mother is the youngest in my aunt's generation."

"The photo is a bit too old, let me fix it for you."

Ding Jingyi put down his chopsticks and ran back to the front of the desktop.In less than 2 minutes, Peng Yuan's cell phone exploded with various photos, first a picture with creases repaired and noise wiped out, then a picture in the style of sugar water, and then a bunch of messy industrial styles , Every time you take it out, you can get crazy likes on ins, Ding Jingyi can be said to be an artificial filter integrator.

"Hey, haha, I'll send it to my grandpa..." Peng Yuan hurriedly packed and forwarded it, "Don't you hate it?"

Ding Jingyi also returned to the dinner table, and took away two pieces of fried meat: "What do you dislike?"

"Your mother is the queen, and my mother is a worker."

Ding Jingyi stuffed fried meat into his mouth: "It can hold up half the sky."

Peng Yuan smiled, his mother was the heart disease of the whole family, which sometimes made him feel that he shouldn't have been born, detonating the family's sense of guilt.

After knowing this, he got used to being alone, until he met Ding Jingyi, who was a combination of 502 and yingying, Ding Jingyi didn't despise him, and even Aiwu and Wudi restored his mother's old photos.The world seemed to unfold differently to him.

Peng Yuan smiled: "Let's eat, we two old orphans don't talk about this Zaan topic anymore."

"Good luck eating!"

Ding Jingyi slowly dipped in the sweet sauce, and quickly and elegantly put it in his mouth, like a fast-playing video.

Peng Yuan also picked up the chopsticks. Although the beauty watched a lot of food and broadcasts, he still had a conditioned reflex.

At noon, J large lecture hall.

Peng Yuan sent the translation of "The History of Architecture of the Rose Dynasty" to Li Yun, and the two exchanged words.

Peng Yuan compromised and opened a new document, which he named "Translation of "The History of Architecture of the Rose Dynasty" in the final death without modification or polish or fragrance".

After finishing the document, Peng Yuan couldn't help opening the official account again, and updated the translation.

Anyway, if Prince No. 50 hadn't passed away, he wouldn't be on earth. If he hadn't passed away, the copyright period would have passed long ago.

In addition, Ding Jingyi vowed that if the No. 50 nephew came out to defend his rights, he would help Peng Yuan clean his face.

From the book full of praise for the magician Olin, Peng Yuan has no doubts about the success rate of brushing his face.Demon plan behavior!

This discussion lasted for too long, Peng Yuan predicted that he would not be able to go back at noon, so he asked Ding Jingyi to go to the cafeteria to buy lunch.

He stared at the screen. The modification in the morning consumed at least 14/25 black-faced cat stamina modules. He might even have a face-to-face chat with Li Yun when the new draft comes out.

Peng Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, lay down on the desk and fell asleep.In the brief daydream of his afternoon nap, he felt that he was in a dry and hot space, and several blurred figures walked towards him and said something.

Peng Yuan knew that he had encountered a ghost pressing the bed, but the ghost didn't seem to be so malicious. He had a feeling of being listening to the neighbors' uncles and aunts chatting about vegetable prices.

Peng Yuan only remembered "fire" and "thank you" before waking up. When he woke up, he was hugged by Ding Jingyi, and the food in the plastic lunch box smelled fragrant.

"Jingyi..."

Ding Jingyi hugged Peng Yuan and pointed to the table: "What is this?"

Peng Yuan looked along his fingers, there was a row of seven golden paper ingots on the table, each ingot had a blue five-pointed star painted on it, exactly the same as the one Ding Jingyi painted on the doll's face.

When Peng Yuan saw Ding Jingyi, he didn't panic anymore, he just leaned into his arms and let out a sigh of relief: "It's nothing, I saw a ghost in my dream."

Ding Jingyi's expression turned bad in an instant. For demons who don't dream, dreams are to demons what Cthulhu is to humans. They are cognitive blind spots, wormholes, and incomprehensible permanence.A dreamer is like Schrödinger's cat, an untimely bomb.

Ding Jingyi's scream echoed throughout the classroom: "Ah—Ah Yuan is dreaming!"

"Don't worry, I'm a human being, don't I just have a dream..." Peng Yuan opened the lunch box, "I want to eat."

Ding Jingyi recklessly called Brother Bai: "God, save the life of A Yuan Mao!"

Peng Yuan suddenly fell into a large-scale embarrassing cancer attack: foreign magicians called local gods for help for fake foreigners, but it was hopeless...

There was no one else in the classroom, and Ding Jingyi turned on the amplifier of the mobile phone without quality, and Brother Bai's voice came out intermittently:

"It's just psychological training... I want to thank you, but you don't need money to repair the dolls, right? But Jingyi is too yang, so I can't get in your house... Just find a crossroads and burn the paper ingots..."

Peng Yuan was stunned when he heard this: What the hell is this sissy who is so positive that the gods hand-picked this resurrection from the dead?

Ding Jingyi didn't talk nonsense, and opened the window with a wave of his hand, and seven paper ingots floated out, sparking sparks in midair.

Ding Jingyi watched the paper ingots burn to ashes in the air: "No matter how strong my yang energy is, can I have the prehistoric power of this school boy? My yang energy is so strong! Sigh!"

Peng Yuan didn't understand the fairy's explanation, just like he didn't understand embarrassing cancer.But he really felt the worry that Ding Jingyi was holding him. It is no exaggeration to say that measuring Ding Jingyi's heart rate now can fill up the index of the testing machine.

"A Yuan, I kind of understand what happened when we first met. At that time I was hit by a battery car. Although it was not a problem for me, you must send me to the hospital. Human beings are worried about the "unknown". Now I can feel it. "

"Yeah, later you were fine, and I also had a sense of propriety, and now I'm fine, and you understand..."

Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi, put a piece of hot and sour chicken gizzard to his mouth, "eat."

Ding Jingyi bit the chicken gizzard and swallowed it with a "guwu".

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44. Chapter 44

"We have to find a way to break into Ivan's slaughtering tray." Ding Jingyi let go of the accumulated printed materials and collapsed on the bed, "Otherwise, there is no way to convince Zuo Lingyun."

Peng Yuan looked at the stack of papers taller than him: "Money is so hard to earn now."

Ding Jingyi put on a silly expression: "It's not that money is hard to earn, do you think I look like a very smart kid?"

Peng Yuan held Ding Jingyi's face and looked back and forth: "Although not very smart, Yazi is very cautious."

Ding Jingyi grinned: "This matter still needs to be done... I'm going bald..."

Peng Yuan saw that Ding Jingyi's hair volume and hairline were still far from bald, but from his nagging analysis, he found that he really couldn't find a suitable candidate to enter the slaughterhouse.

The other operators on the board were tightly controlled by Ivan, and their every move was closely monitored.

Ding Jingyi tried