Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The storage room in the department, after dinner at night, go back to school to help with inventory. "

Peng Yuan instantly felt the cold handcuffs on his hands. He, Li Yun, the dean of the department and the principal of University J all stood at the entrance of the museum and waited to be shot. The golden coffin was the executioner.

"This is a kind of communication..." Peng Yuan slid open the touch screen, "But this phone originally belonged to me, so communication is only useful to me."

He quickly sent a message back to Li Yun: "The summoning was successful, and a mysterious demon came. But he took the cultural relic No. 213!"

Li Yun did not reply, probably because he was preparing materials for spot checks.

Peng Yuan attached a photo of him and Hong Yi again, but he still didn't get a reply.

"Enough, how can I make this wand work for me?" Hong Yi asked.

At the same time, the black-faced cat floated towards Peng Yuan's mouth with a knife and fork poking at a pile of mutton.

Peng Yuan handed the phone back: "Mobile phone communication depends on the phone card and the network. To get a phone card, you need an ID card..."

It's still a nesting doll!Peng Yuan was no longer in the mood to complain, and even the mutton smelled bad.

While explaining, he fell into a headache thinking, how to get No. 213?

There is a gap in thinking between Hongyi and Hongyi. He believes that the mobile phone is a magic wand, and it is equivalent to gold, which also shows his attitude: just don't give it.Get rough, Peng Yuan doesn't know magic, even in unarmed combat, Hong Yi is taller than him, and has no advantage at all.

Imprisonment and shooting are close at hand, and there is still a lot of room for decline in life!

Peng Yuan looked at the backup machine, it was not yet seven o'clock in the evening, and there were still more than four hours before tomorrow.Get some good food and get ready for the road, okay, but not necessary.

Hongyi's identity is still unclear. If it can be confirmed, Peng Yuan feels there is still a glimmer of hope.

He has long been familiar with the life experiences, likes and dislikes of the nobles in the Mist Continent, and even if he forgets, he still has a backup machine to back him up.

7. Chapter 7

"Apprentice, I'm done eating..." Hongyi's voice called Peng Yuan's attention back, "Let's try the power of the mobile wand."

The leg of lamb was more than three catties by visual inspection, and it disappeared within a few minutes. Among the four stray cats, three were tortoiseshell cats and one was a black cat.

Peng Yuan made a "please" gesture and walked towards the door of the rooftop.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hongyi following up.

The walking posture of the red dress is correct, and the long robe is flying gracefully, but just carrying a brand new leather bag makes one's scalp tingle.

"My lord, what should I call you?" Peng Yuan looked at the stairs under his feet.

The red clothes scratched the paint on the handrail of the stairs: "Your Excellency is fine. "

"Now, if you call out on the street, everyone will turn around. I mean, you need to have a more common name, which can be written on the ID card."

"The name is the essence of a person. When I understand the culture of the new world, it will come naturally."

Watertight.

Peng Yuan didn't give up: "Which kind of magic are you best at? I have other wands, maybe there is one that suits you better."

Historians have classified the magic of the Fog Continent according to their functions, which can be roughly divided into five categories: killing magic, craft magic, functional magic, conceptual magic, and power magic.

When Hong Yi heard this, she suddenly stopped in her tracks: "Speaking of wands, I remembered. I was too obsessed with observing the wands in the new world before, because they are beautiful."

Peng Yuan's mobile phone has a curved screen, with beautiful lines and soft colors. It is not an exaggeration to call it an aesthetic product of industrial design.It seems that ancient and modern aesthetics also have a wonderful commonality.

Immediately afterwards, Hongyi took out her mobile phone and handed it to Peng Yuan.

The things that must be occupied before, are not needed now?Peng Yuan took the phone in confusion.

The red dress looked apologetic: "I am one of the successors of power magic, and I am the source of magic power. The wand is a catalyst for storing and stimulating magic power, and it is a tool for human beings. I don't need it at all.

I slept too long, got it wrong, I should have asked you about the specific magic, not about getting your wand. "

Power magic is a symbol of the power of the gods, and it is the highest-level magic system that surpasses other magic.

There are only a handful of records of gods teaching it.Peng Yuan's most impressive record is that the God of Destiny taught the law of causality to the magician Olin.

Although Olin himself is a deflated king, the family relationship is still very strong.His mother, Feli Aya, was the Demon Empress who ruled the Mist Continent for 2000 years, and his elder brother, Ain, sat on the throne of Emperor for more than 300 years.

The royal family has all the assets of the whole continent, and it is no problem to get a high-level magic with the God of Destiny.

"Power magic, do you mean causality magic?" Peng Yuan asked again.

Hong Yi smiled: "I was fortunate enough to come into contact with the law of causality magic, but I haven't penetrated it. It's too difficult."

If you learn it, you may not be able to do it.Peng Yuan thought of the children he met when he was a tutor. They were gentle and hardworking, and they made mistakes on the same question ten times.

While talking, the two left the residential building.Peng Yuan's stomach gurgled, and Hong Yi's eyes instantly changed when he looked at him.

Meeting this person really used up all the embarrassment points of a lifetime, Peng Yuan pretended to be nonchalant, and asked: "I haven't eaten yet... come with me?"

Hong Yi looked at him and frowned: "Do you have money? Currency that can be used in shops."

Peng Yuan took out his pocket and took out a picture of Grandpa Mao.This is the cash left over from the last utility bill payment.

Hongyi looked at the one hundred yuan, and the questions poured out like a mountain torrent: how much food ingredients can be bought for one hundred yuan, how much food can be eaten in a restaurant of what grade, whether the amount of food is enough for Peng Yuan to eat, the content of the menu, and the service fee? how much to pay.

It is well-founded and rigorous in thinking, which is completely enough to write a long-term cost-effective review on a review website, and it may even have the potential to become an Internet celebrity.

Peng Yuan answered patiently, with a vague feeling in his heart: Hongyi is not a smart person, nor is he suspicious, but a routine reaction left by too much embarrassment.

Every time Peng Yuan asked for leave, he would be kindly interrogated by the academic affairs teacher: why did he ask for leave, where to go, how many days did he ask for leave, and whether the counselor approved it, and then he uploaded the contents of the paper leave slip into the system like a sloth.

Peng Yuan introduced several delicious home-cooked dishes nearby.After all, it is much easier to introduce restaurants than to introduce mobile phone communication theory.Hongyi also listened patiently, her expression was somewhat similar to that of the academic affairs teacher.

"Give me a ratio of gold to RMB..." Hongyi said suddenly, "I'll exchange the gold for you, and then I'll take you to dinner."

Peng Yuan thought for a while: "Let's go to the school snack street to eat chicken drumstick rice, 100 yuan is more than enough."

You can choose tomato salad as a side dish for the chicken drumstick rice set, and the staple food is rice. Although the price is cheap and you can find it everywhere, it is a rarity in the Misty Continent.

"You are an apprentice, life must not be easy. As a summoned person, I will always let you gain something, spiritually and materially."

"My lord, please speak human language."

"The bill is on me."

With this natural tone, Peng Yuan's heart was about to explode again.As a summoner, he has long been prepared to take care of Hong Yi.

Instead, the ancients who had just arrived in modern times wanted to invite him to dinner, and he felt that he had overdrawn his lifetime share of adventures.

"My lord, this civilization treats guests as if they are at home. What does it mean to be at home? It means that when a guest comes, you want to make him feel like you are at home. Do you have to pay for meals at your own home?"

Peng Yuan felt like he was on some old TV show, embarrassment and fear dropped all over the place at the same time.

If Hong Yi sneaks in and uses magic to set some rules of life, he will be completely cold.

Hong Yi stopped and bent over to look at Peng Yuan. His breath was dry and exuded some earthy breath.

"What year is it now? It's 1000, right? I've lived and died for almost [-] years, and I've had a waste of time when I wake up. Where will I put my face!"

"Think long-term!"

"Apprentice, do you want to order me?"

The two quarreled in the street, like two cats licking each other frantically in order to compete for the status of the cat's father.

In the end Peng Yuan confessed, led the red shirt to the gate of the bank outside the community, asked him to confirm the international gold price on the electronic scrolling screen, and took cash from the ATM for him, and exchanged the number 213 back.

Peng Yuan pinched No. 213, and felt that after meeting Hong Yi, his IQ was pulled to a strange low point.

He felt uneasy again: None of the previous plans were used, and he didn't know whether it was luck or a flashback.

Thinking of luck, there are dozens of black-faced cat blind boxes spinning in his mind, each making a bell-like sound.

"I'll go back to school first..." Peng Yuan said, No. 213 must go back to the storage room as soon as possible.

Before Peng Yuan lifted his foot, the red clothes grabbed Peng Yuan's hood and asked each word, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry anymore. There's still class tonight. Let's drink some milk tea..." Peng Yuan said again, and at the same time, his stomach was grunting happily.

I sell myself!

"Missing a class will not affect long-term progress. Lovely apprentice, you have tormented me for so long, you must come to this dinner."

Peng Yuan vaguely felt the heat rising from his feet like a sauna. The weather in early spring could never be so hot, and common sense was once again violated.

He met Hong Yi's eyes, and saw two frightening flames.Peng Yuan had no doubt that if he refused again, Hong Yi would immediately rub a fireball and burn him to death. Even without magic, being hammered by a leather stick would cause a double blow both physically and mentally.

What's more, if magic could reach the melting point of gold, then number 213 would cease to exist.

"Let me choose one..." Peng Yuan said, "Your Excellency, accept the supernatural power."

The air instantly cools down.The two walked along the restaurant street, and when they passed the barbecue stand, Zuo Heng and his party had disappeared.Peng Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, and walked into the roastery with his red clothes