Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

mouth.Not serious, but looks like fate's smirk behind life.

People cannot understand each other.Peng Yuan scratched his head: "Okay, it's so hard."

Ding Jingyi kept smiling, as if soaked in sweet wine: "She apologized to me when she grew up, it's nothing, who hasn't had a past like a child."

Speaking of the brat, Peng Yuan understood Ding Jingyi's understanding.Compared to setting fire to the city, biting a kissing uncle is simply the tenderness unique to demons.

Thinking of this, Peng Yuan only had a wry smile. He nodded his poker: "What does Jingyi want to ask me?"

Ding Jingyi smiled like an otter, soft and smooth, he picked up the truth cards and went through them again: "There is nothing special to ask, just this, "Where is the body part you are most dissatisfied with"? "

Peng Yuan laughed. He originally thought that Ding Jingyi wanted to ask him some questions about his identity in philosophy and history. After all, the Great Demon was still very entangled in the past of the Mist Continent era.

Coupled with Ding Jingyi's straightforward attitude towards practical issues, if you want to ask, you must seize the opportunity to ask it right away.

But judging from the current entertainment atmosphere, Peng Yuan felt that Ding Jingyi just wanted to... play with him.

Peng Yuan retracted his legs on the sofa and raised his left foot: "If I say I'm not satisfied, it's because my feet are too big."

Ding Jingyi's face was full of question marks: "It's not too big, I didn't feel it when I touched your instep last time."

Thinking about how Ding Jingyi touched the back of his feet last time, Peng Yuan thought of the benefits of his boyfriend, and felt that the gas pedal of the cat car in his lower abdomen was about to move: "Look at it."

The two were originally seated facing each other, with a coffee table between them.After talking here, the two moved to the left and right, and stopped on the sofa to the left of Peng Yuan. Peng Yuan raised his left foot and put it on the sofa. Ding Jingyi put his right foot on it, and Peng Yuan hooked his toes. , buckled down on Ding Jingyi's toes.

"Hey, it's still quite big, you're a big-footed black-faced cat."

"Yeah, yeah!" Peng Yuan nodded seriously. The size 47 basically broke through the upper limit of most trendy sneaker websites, which did not insulate him from the fashion circle, but a pair of trendy sneakers is always soulless.Although it is not impossible to buy shoes at ordinary times, but basically bid farewell to good-looking styles.

"Oh, I remembered. When I first came here, I wore your shoes. I just felt a little empty. I thought it was fashionable now, but I didn't expect it."

"Yeah, no one cares about other people's feet. Let's play the next round."

After finishing the poker, the two began to shuffle the cards again. This time the "pause" magic was successful, and Peng Yuan got two clubs.

Regardless of elegance, Ding Jingyi happily blew on a bottle of sweet wine, and drew a card from the pile of truth cards:

"Recent wish? This question is not exciting enough."

Peng Yuan knocked a melon seed: "The wish is to translate the next book, probably related to the culture of the gods."

"The book is still published, all the way to the black-faced cat..." Ding Jingyi was stunned for a moment, lost in thought.

Peng Yuan also understood his concerns. Although the previous translation of the history of architecture was published, there were too many readers who ran out of orders, and there were no sales channels. Overall, it was a loss.

Fortunately, the print run is not large, and the remaining hundreds of copies are piled up on the balcony of the rental house.Eat a little flat, but it doesn't hurt the bones.

"Hey..." Ding Jingyi held his forehead, "You already know who you are, and you insist on remembering the past, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Peng Yuan smiled: "I'm just a student now. I can't go to the Misty Continent, so I can only live by relying on Chacha documents."

"Even if it's a stupid, monotonous, fleeting civilization with no cultural advantage? Even if you can change it into a powerful and excellent civilization, you won't do it?"

"History cannot be tampered with! I like Ellowyn, and this love existed before I knew my existence. Doesn't Jingyi like Ellowyn?"

"I like it, right? I still like it if I don't work overtime so much."

"I like it, I like it, what's wrong?"

Ding Jingyi glanced at the balcony, hundreds of books were wrapped in kraft paper, lying quietly in the late spring wind.

The balcony is his workbench. He has always wanted to treat those books as miscellaneous things, but he feels uncomfortable, as if each book is a pair of eyes, which stare at him and remind him of his identity.

Peng Yuan followed Ding Jingyi's gaze and said, "You still drew the cover. If Prince Mandekerit knew that his uncle had translated and painted the cover for his book, he might not want to have a big banquet for guests and open it in his territory for ten days. running water seats."

Ding Jingyi smiled: "It's his style."

Peng Yuan opened the liqueur and filled it up for himself: "Cheers to the truth!"

Ding Jingyi raised the bottle to touch him, and when he put down the bottle, Peng Yuan noticed a strange haze flashed between his boyfriend's brows, a little sad, but more like a remnant of bragging.

Peng Yuan knew that his boyfriend was planning to use too much force again.

67. Chapter 67

The desk lamp left a warm corner in the bedroom, the sound of rain was heard outside the window, and the soft "嘿..." behind him

The sound intertwined, Peng Yuan raised his head from the photocopied document, and the hour hand of the wall clock pointed to three o'clock in the morning, and it was another half sleepless night.

Peng Yuan wiped his hands and lay down on the bed to look at his boyfriend.Ding Jingyi was lying on her side, holding a one-meter-long salted fish pillow in her arms.

Before Peng Yuan went to sleep, Ding Jingyi held this, and if Peng Yuan fell asleep, he would hold Peng Yuan.

Peng Yuan stretched out his hand: "I'm asleep too, feel the fruit for me before going to sleep."

Ding Jingyi raised his head with a groan, sleep did not affect his feelings for Peng Yuan in the slightest.

Peng Yuan touched his boyfriend's Adam's apple: "Today is another apple."

Ding Jingyi closed his eyes and grinned.

Peng Yuan also laughed. He turned off the lamp and lay down on the bed, taking the salted fish pillow away.

Before he could hug Ding Jingyi, the rumbling spring thunder rolled past the window, and in an instant, thunder and lightning flashed, and the torrential rain poured down.

Ding Jingyi let out an "Aww" and slammed into Peng Yuan's arms.Although it was just a head bump, Peng Yuan still felt that he had adopted a baby elephant or rhinoceros, and he was suffering a heavy blow at the moment.

Peng Yuan stroked Ding Jingyi's hair: "What's the matter, are full-element magicians afraid of thunder?"

According to the literature records, the magician Olin has mastered all the magic in the foggy continent, from the power magic of the gods to the craft and elemental magic used in daily life.

Naturally, lightning magic is also among them. According to unofficial rumors, the magician Olin was even the magic instructor of Emperor Ain, and even taught him the magic of lightning, making the emperor invincible in the vast war.

Ding Jingyi mumbled tremblingly: "When there was a thunderstorm, I was almost drowned..."

After hearing this, Peng Yuan knew what was going on again.He felt tense after Chun Yu was about to fall asleep, and he touched Ding Jingyi, not knowing how to comfort him for a while.

"One of the series of just a few words - the prime minister's righteous attempt to kill relatives October 951, 10 AD, thunderstorms, the second world extinction event -

One day a year after the Settrum fire, Gore, the prime minister of the first dynasty of the Rose, took his youngest son to the west coast city of Zuden.

Gore set sail from the port regardless of the storm, and stopped in the depths of the Ellown Sea.

The little prince has lost the "devil fire" that protects his core, so he is extremely intolerant of water, let alone the deep sea.

"Gore ordered his subordinates to tie heavy chains on the youngest son, and throw him into the sea amidst lightning and thunder, so as to end the never-ending fight between golems and Settrum magicians.

"The prime minister's ship drifted at sea for ten days, and returned to the port of Zuden with the seemingly never-ending thunder. When the ship docked, the prime minister opened the water-soaked coffin, and under the chains and chains, the little prince opened his eyes.

Peng Yuan rubbed his boyfriend's hair: "Jingyi, shall I warm up some milk for you?"

Ding Jingyi squirmed, and continued to bury her face in Peng Yuan's arms: "Don't..."

This sound sounded extraordinarily soft and full of dependence, Peng Yuan felt his heart was about to melt.

"Well, don't drink..." Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi again and covered his ears, "The thunder is too loud, it's fine if you can't hear it."

Although Peng Yuan's hands definitely do not have the function of noise-canceling headphones, the light "嘿..." still floated out of his arms immediately.

A boyfriend who has been beaten by history is easy to coax, a little comfort can make him sweeter.

Peng Yuan kissed Ding Jingyi's hair again, falling asleep to the regular lullaby.

The alarm clock sounded amidst the rumbling spring thunder, Peng Yuan stretched his waist, his chest felt as heavy as a big orange.He touched it subconsciously, and the smoothness of the hair spread to his fingertips.

"Jingyi, why don't you get up today?"

Even when there are classes in the morning, Ding Jingyi will wake up an hour or two earlier than Peng Yuan.

If it’s not raining, go for a run to buy breakfast, and if it’s raining, cook.It's unprecedented to still stay in bed today.

A faint voice came from Peng Yuan's chest: "Thunder, I can't get up."

"I haven't eaten yet, I'll make some breakfast."

Only then did Peng Yuan feel a lightness in his chest.He sat up, seeing Ding Jingyi's nervous face, he put on his pink pajamas, touched his boyfriend, and then put his legs down on the bed.

Ding Jingyi hugged him from behind again, almost like a puma-sized engine snoring.

Peng Yuan turned back and touched again, Ding Jingyi shook his head and followed him.The primate hand is the brush and scratching post of all things.

Although the biological world is still arguing whether the relationship between demons is closer to humans or reptiles, it is a daily occurrence for Ding Jingyi to covet Peng Yuan's touch.

Although the debate on Ellowyn's new species is interesting, Peng Yuan's mind is still thinking about today's breakfast.