Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

"Stop messing around, hurry up and decide which one you touch!"

Ding Jingyi tapped a card in the middle to find it out, and pressed down on the card with two fingers: "That's it."

Peng Yuan turned his eyes back to the phone, feeling bad: the second card is a plum blossom!

In Peng Yuan's heart, he has already repeated countless singles "The Crimson King" and "The World". The boyfriend's deflated attributes are really hand-picked and hard to save!

Ding Jingyi raised his hand, gently took out the glass under the coffee table, shoveled a shovel of ice into it, and poured liqueur: "It's your turn."

Peng Yuan also drew a spade and a club, and he locked the phone screen: "Hey, the phone's camera card flashed out, so I didn't take a picture, it's a pity."

Ding Jingyi didn't realize the meaning of the words, and picked up the sweet wine: "Ah, let's shoot in the next round."

Peng Yuan twirled his magic wand, the cold air rising from the ice stopped;

The sweet wine is hanging on the edge of the glass, and Ding Jingyi's alluring red lips are under it;

Cards that slide on the table due to the draw also no longer spin around.

Time is on hold.

Peng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although he looked at the notes of the God of Time and Space like reading his own class notes, it is well known that some knowledge will be returned to nature after a long time.

Peng Yuan gnawed through this powerful magic named "Pause", and the magic also ate up his three-day overnight time.

Peng Yuan is now an ordinary college student, a non-chieftain human, and the "pause" magic can be used for five seconds under the condition of supplementing sugar.

Peng Yuan smiled, drew a club from the deck, and stuffed it in the position of the first spade drawn by Ding Jingyi, his face was full of pride like a kitten fluttering at catnip: Still want to be deflated? How can I be deflated if I have memorized the sequence of 52 cards?

When he stretched his hand halfway, Peng Yuan changed his mind again. After all, the homework handed in close to the deadline is the real homework, and the magic done close to the last second is the real magic.

Peng Yuan stood up, lifted Ding Jingyi's hair, and kissed him lightly. Even during the stoppage time, his boyfriend did not forget to give the warmest response. A few strands of hair brushed Peng Yuan's nose, followed by A deafening "choo".

Peng Yuan heard a saying that when a human being sneezes, the heart stops beating for a second.In addition to the four seconds of the previous card selection...

Fuck you, black-faced cat!no Zuo no Die!

Time resumed flowing, Ding Jingyi put down the cup: "Ah Yuan has a cold?"

Peng Yuan shook his head: "It's okay, the nose suddenly itch."

Ding Jingyi said "oh", pulled a piece of paper and wiped Peng Yuan's face, completely unaware that the sneeze was right next to his face, and that there was a strange card on Peng Yuan's hand.

Peng Yuan rubbed him with Ding Jingyi, feeling like a crying Garfield.Peng Yuan's face was covered with tissue paper, but his mind was running at the speed of light to make a temporary plan. He had to find a way to get Ding Jingyi to reshuffle the cards and act again...

"Okay, flop shall we?"

Ding Jingyi took down the tissue, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can without looking back.Only then did Peng Yuan regain his normal sight, and he saw that the poker cards were scattered all over the coffee table, only the four he and Ding Jingyi had drawn stayed firmly in place, stuck to the table by the spilled rum.

Ding Jingyi also turned over his own cards, and when he saw two cards of different suits, he immediately dug them up like a drowning dog: "Warning to be deflated——"

Peng Yuan was stunned, the replacement card in his hand slowly fell, and he typed seven words in his head, with punctuation: black-faced cat, cat car overturned.

Ding Jingyi beckoned, and the playing cards all over the floor gathered and fell back on the table: "What do you want to ask, just ask."

Peng Yuan quickly took a sip of his drink: "Let's be honest, don't take big risks, after all, it's the two of us playing."

"Row."

Peng Yuan picked up the deck of truth-telling cards and drew out one: the color of underwear today.

Peng Yuan put the cards aside, it would be absolutely embarrassing to bring up this question at a party, but Ding Jingyi and him, let alone underwear, both of them looked at naked bodies every day.I saw the panties this morning, they are pink.

Ding Jingyi held the wine glass tremblingly, and the ice cubes collided: "Why, why did you throw away the question card?"

Peng Yuan threw another "Have you had intimate contact before marriage": "Don't panic, we all know the answers to some questions, such as the color of underwear."

Ding Jingyi said "Oh", and lay down on the sofa with a cup in her hand. Her long white legs were folded securely, and the ice cubes stopped. She was like a sleeping swan, undulating gracefully with the waves of fate.

Peng Yuan threw cards and read: "Which opposite sex do you like most here, no; the age of first kiss, 105 years old, equivalent to 16 years of human age, and Ms. Laco from Havroni, a border exile; I can't tell if there are too many; I know which part of the body is the most sensitive, hehe."

Ding Jingyi raised his arms and hung them on the coffee table: "Don't you think there is green cat grass on your head?"

"It's all before I was born, what else can I do?"

To accept a partner with a long life is to accept his past, the past before he appeared in the world. Peng Yuan completed the psychological construction for himself as early as the planning period.

Ding Jingyi spread her fingers and slowly slid across the coffee table: "I don't even care."

Peng Yuan continued to read: "If there is an afterlife, what do you want to do most? Keep it up. This deck doesn't work. Let me make my own proposition."

Ding Jingyi sat up shivering when he heard it: "What are you doing, let's die."

Peng Yuan shuffled the pile of truth-telling cards and handed them to Ding Jingyi: "In the era of Ellowyn, which one is the work you are most satisfied with?"

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66. Chapter 66

Apart from the highways, the imperial city, and the buildings of the art gallery, the magician Olin also has weapons and crafts.

Although it sounds normal, when it comes to the artwork of the magician Olin, Peng Yuan's first reaction is the "Sword of Lesson", which is a weapon that I beat myself up with.

When facing the documents, Peng Yuan asked his own incomplete ancient memories more than once: from the big demon imperial city to the small accessories and utensils.Is the wizard Olin content with his creations?What was his mood when he was creating?

Although these are thoughts that cannot be detected by cultural relics, Peng Yuan still wants to know.His motivation is not from the serious research of historical and humanists scholars, but from the curiosity of love.

Peng Yuan didn't want to approach or become another person in another time and space through research and expression depth like Marguerite Yourcenar wrote about Emperor Hadrian. All he wanted was to fall in love!

Ding Jingyi opened another bottle of sweet wine: "Speaking of the most satisfying work, it is naturally "Magic Cat"! "

Peng Yuan covered his stomach, feeling that the eight-pack abs was just around the corner under the burst of laughter: "Why is it!"

This puzzling invention has long been on Peng Yuan's official account.

"One of the Magician Olin's Confused Invention Series: Golem Cat - "Crying Niece, He's a Professional Uncle"

"Emperor Ain's first princess was named Uriel, she inherited the appearance of her father and grandmother, she is a radiant little beauty.

Uriel liked cats since he was a child, and he often sneaked out of the palace and sucked cats anywhere in the imperial city.

But the hygienic situation in that era was very worrying, and any living thing could easily spread diseases.

"Before Uriel's tenth birthday, Ain couldn't bear his daughter's fuss, and asked Orin to make a puppet cat, lest the little princess go out and suck cats everywhere, causing the servants to get sick.

Although demons are immune to disease, germs can survive on their surfaces for a while, possibly passing them on to close human minions.

It can be seen that the Ellowyn demon nobles' understanding of infectious diseases at that time, and Emperor Ain's compassion for his servants.

"Halloni doesn't have a cat, so Olin made a golem cat based on his impressions during the march. The golem cat is made of scraps from the Tree of Stars, wrapped in a layer of fine flannel, with a button on the nose , as long as the magic power is injected into the nose, you will get the meow recorded by Olin himself.

The golem cat looks like a fleshy manul, and it feels good to the touch.There's nothing wrong with this gift other than it doesn't look like a real cat.

"Before Uriel's ten-year-old banquet, Orin sent the puppet Aka to deliver gifts. After Uriel got the puppet cat, he cried and bit off his uncle's scales on the day of the banquet.

Although history has not left clear evidence, we have reason to guess that the magician Olin put something in the cat's voice.

Peng Yuan stopped laughing and asked, "So, why do you like Golem cats?"

Ding Jingyi opened a bag of sunflower seeds: "The face of the golem cat is black, and the eyes are golden. I like the feeling of light bulb eyes."

Peng Yuan laughed. This is the reason why he likes the black-faced cat, but he never told Ding Jingyi about it.

According to the literature records, the Golem cat was born before the birth of Karas, the god of time and space. It seems that long before they met, there was some consensus lying quietly in the cradle of aesthetics and concepts, waiting for them to discover.

A faint softness rose from Peng Yuan's heart, and it burst open like cotton candy, turning into rainbow bubbles again.

Ding Jingyi spread out the napkin, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and piled them on, and pushed them to Peng Yuan: "The Golem Cat is my first fantasy creation. When I was making it, I imagined that I would meet the same beast in the future. That feeling It's amazing. It's just that my niece doesn't like it, hey, after all, fantasies cannot be shared."

Peng Yuan picked up a handful of melon seeds: "The puppet cat in the literature is very cute, like a manul, why doesn't the princess like it?"

Ding Jingyi smiled: "She likes white-faced cats and golden eyes, who would have thought of that. And I put a human voice dubbing in it, wishing her a happy birthday, maybe it scared her."

When Peng Yuan heard this, he also understood: the princess wanted a real cat, but her uncle wanted to send a humanized blessing.