Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The work was taken away by the police for evidence collection. "

After hearing this, Peng Yuan felt mixed emotions in his heart.At first, I felt that my boyfriend was devastated and still wanted to appease others, and then I felt that my junior was pitiful, and I was even a little sour towards Ivan.

Finally he faced the question again: if given the opportunity to go back to the beginning and put everything right, would this acid tragedy stop?

Peng Yuan got out from under the quilt: "This is too sad, I'll go see if "backtracking" can help. "

Ding Jingyi raised her tail and stopped Peng Yuan from getting out of bed: "When using the power of time and space, you are an observer of civilization. Observers have their obligations, and you cannot interfere too much."

Peng Yuan hugged the devil's long tail back into his arms, and faced a huge problem just after waking up, and the afternoon sun was not warm anymore.

He thought about it with residual blood sugar, if he wanted to change this, what would he change?Reversing the tragedy of the fire and the failed love of the fox fairy?

In this case, Peng Yuan will go back to the earlier time, when Ivan was a little boy, and separate him from poverty, death and even beauty, so that there will be no murders, and Ivan will not secretly bury the unknown dead When you discover the "merit of death", you will not embark on the road of making money by death.

He would not even leave Kiev, travel thousands of miles to J University in City G as an exchange student, and meet Hu Shunhua.

But is Ivan like that still Ivan?

Thinking of this, Peng Yuan's head became dizzy in an instant. He couldn't interfere indiscriminately and make a person look completely different.

The problem before him is not to reverse two consecutive tragedies, but to solve poverty, sin and desire.

Peng Yuan muttered: "The concubine can't do it!"

Ding Jingyi's eyelids twitched. Although he couldn't fully understand Peng Yuan's mental activities, he still asked cautiously: "What can't be done?"

"Abolish poverty, vice and desire for all mankind."

Ding Jingyi glanced at Peng Yuan, his eyes were full of complexities that were difficult to interpret.He tore off the masking tape and took off the drawing paper: "Anna, help me frame the painting and give it to Fox Fairy. He is in the school dormitory today."

Anna responded, put on her wig and ran out of the living room, took the drawing paper and went to the balcony.

After Anna left, Ding Jingyi said: "Eliminate sin and pain, and make the whole planet perfect. You have considered this matter before. Not only you, but the gods of Ellowyn have also considered and made amazing things. An amazing effort, "Death of Merit" is one of its products. "

Peng Yuan picked up Ding Jingyi's tail like a rope, and put him back on the bed: "Do you know its details?"

Ding Jingyi followed Peng Yuan to lie on the bed, and he hung up his hands covered with graphite powder: "It is the product of your cooperation with the god of death. Using a space to house people who died suddenly and giving them the best dreams is a humane sympathy Artifact.

As soon as this artifact was released that year, the orders exploded, and the nobles on the whole continent who wanted to buy it to worship their ancestors almost wiped out the Temple of the God of Death..."

Peng Yuan hugged Ding Jingyi from behind, and long-term memories flooded his mind: "Yes, the two of us and Jimmy Rabbit went to repair the Temple of Death, but it rained those few days, and Jimmy's hair was wet, and your scales were wet. Too……"

"Your hair is also wet. It was so many years ago. It's really nostalgic..."

Ding Jingyi turned her hand back and rubbed Peng Yuan's face with the back of her hand that was not stained with a pencil, "I also dared to go after I figured out the ins and outs. Anna is not afraid of the power of life and death, and half of the core function of "Death Merit" comes from your power." , With double insurance, I dare to ask Ivan to get it. Otherwise, I am a coward and a nasty person, will Liang Jingru give me courage? "

Peng Yuan's heart became complicated again. As the God of Time and Space, his past carried the misty continent's vision of kindness, but this vision was too heavy, even including happiness after death.He can empathize with Ding Jingyi's resistance to his past.

Even now, Peng Yuan is just an ordinary college student. Every time he thinks of those classmates who he never saw after graduating from elementary school and middle school, and the empty seats in the class reunion, he can't help feeling sad.

——Only Ding Jingyi was always by his side, past and present, life and death.

Ding Jingyi tore off a few wet wipes and carefully wiped off the pencil dust between his fingers: "What about cultural relics, hand them over to the museum?"

"I don't know what to do with this, let Brother Yun arrange it first."

Although the "Death Merit" is a true cultural relic, its influence on living people is also visible to the naked eye. Ding Jingyi only felt disgusted when he came into contact with it before. Cultural relics.

Although it is not difficult for Peng Yuan to destroy it, it is enough to destroy the illusion space inside.

But without the illusion space, it is no longer an artifact, but a wreckage with only a physical body.

Ding Jingyi nodded, swiped her phone a few times and sat up, and shouted to the balcony, "Anna, wrap up the painting and ask a flash to send it to the fox fairy. Don't go out until the artifact is placed."

Anna responded, and not long after, a neatly wrapped picture frame was placed in the entrance, half an hour later, it was taken away by the courier brother, and the room returned to silence, as if nothing had happened, but everyone I have added something to my heart.

Ding Jingyi walked to the balcony: "Anna, rest."

The puppet Anna sat in front of the workbench, her eyes like stars and roses flickered a few times, and then dimmed instantly. She kept her sitting posture motionless, as if the electricity had stopped.

Ding Jingyi knelt down in front of Anna, caressing her face.In the previous fight with Ivan, although Anna was not fatally injured, she was scratched, her makeup was stained, her clothes were torn, and her joints were broken into pieces.

Peng Yuan poked his head out from the bedroom door: "Jingyi, what's wrong with Anna?"

"She's messed up and I'm going to clean her up."

"How can I help?"

"If you're not afraid, help me wash her."

Peng Yuan nodded, Ding Jingyi slapped his hands twice, and Anna slowly spread out, her joints piled up by inertia.

Peng Yuan put on his gloves, picked up a piece of palm, the palm was already yellow, and there were mud and scratches in the middle: "She reminds me of...Osiris."

The pharaoh Osiris in Egyptian mythology was killed by his brother Seth and his body was divided into countless pieces.

Isis, the wife of Osiris, retrieved the fragments and made them into wax figures.It is in line with the nature of the puppet.

Ding Jingyi smiled: "We revive her."

Peng Yuan put on a gas mask and wiped the yellowed puppet joints with diluent. The smell of banana water penetrated through the thick filter and gently stimulated his nasal cavity.

As he did these things he was silent, as if in a thought-provoking silent death.

With the diluent wiped, the yellowed joints gradually showed the original milky white.Peng Yuan packed the joints piece by piece in a basket and put them on the balcony for ventilation.

He himself took off the gas mask and washed his hands for half a minute before returning to the room.

"The modern chemical industry is so good..." Ding Jingyi held Anna's head and gently spread the makeup base color with a soft brush, "If I use magic to remove the scale, I can't do it with my current energy. With the diluent, Just wait one night and we'll see Anna again."

Peng Yuan sat next to Ding Jingyi, watching him touch up Anna's makeup: "I feel so distressed looking at Anna like this."

"Ah."

"If she breaks, her parts need to be replaced. In that case, is she still her?"

Ding Jingyi put down the puppet's head and squeezed out colors on the palette: "Ah Yuan, each of us can't be ourselves forever."

"But we try to be ourselves."

Before Ding Jingyi could start writing, Peng Yuan put his hand on his shoulder: "In the future, I won't spend money on you, and you shouldn't try your best to find cultural relics for me. Let's just live and eat together."

"It's okay to hang on, but you won't be bored..." Ding Jingyi smiled, "This artifact of death was only a collectible in the past, but now it can kill me to death, so don't follow me."

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63. Chapter 63

As soon as Li Yun heard about the performance of "Death Merit", he arranged for the local fairy family to pick it up and bury it in the cemetery that day.

Peng Yuan wrote reports and papers, and posted the front view of Ding Jingyi's painting for "Death of Merit" on the official account, and talked about the history of the migration of the entourage of the god of death.

The story in it only talked about the defense of Kiev in World War II, and did not delve into it further.The disclosure of specific details still has to wait for the qualitative determination of the school and the review department.

Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi cleaned up Anna, and she went back to the rental house to eat snacks and watch dramas.

There was no progress in the case of the fire, and the killing pig was disbanded on the spot.Ivan's body was sent back to Ukraine, and Hu Shunhua took a week off from class.The reality is melancholy, but nothing can be done.

That's how things came to an end.

The beatings at homework are still unavoidable.Peng Yuan was sitting in the living room drawing a 3D drawing of Nanchan Temple, and a few chamfering details made his head bald again.

When drawing, his mind was full of "strange knowledge increased".Peng Yuan doesn't call for 3D drawings, he prefers floor plans, so drawing this drawing is particularly painful.

Ding Jingyi taught himself 3D software a while ago, and he drew the model of Nanchan Temple for Peng Yuan.

To be fair, Ding Jingyi is a good teacher, completely different from the teacher Tony in the barber shop.

He is good at reducing complexity, whether it is magic or models.The style is graceful and restrained. When Peng Yuan listened to Ding Jingyi's teaching, he felt like being fed afternoon tea. Every exquisite pastry was divided into portions suitable for him, and cleverly matched. feed into