Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Soft, walked in the school countless times and was hand-picked by the weasel who greeted him as a ghost in daylight.

Peng Yuan had to let Ding Jingyi lie at home, take care of Anna when there were classes, and take care of herself when there were no classes.

Although the sick beauty makes people love and pity, Peng Yuan is more worried. He vaguely feels that Ding Jingyi has not only been beaten, but even suffered a bit.

But now, Ding Jingyi, who is always clinging to others and still recovering from illness, has disappeared.Peng Yuan's heart was half empty as if it had been swept by a vacuum cleaner.

Peng Yuan sat in the middle of the living room and spread out two magic wands.After the second meteor fell, he stopped casting spells.In addition to staying up late and sleeping soundly until the afternoon, he was still in a daze.

"I need a cup of milk tea..."

Peng Yuan muttered a few words to himself, laid out a white ceramic plate, and drew an otter's head on it according to Ding Jingyi's head, and drew a black-faced cat's head beside it.

Peng Yuan recited the incantation, and the magic wand danced on the ceramic plate, drawing a trajectory like a ball of wool.

Peng Yuan stared at the wand: "How far is the otter devil from the black-faced cat?"

The wands danced, piercing the silence of the afternoon, bringing a howling wind, and finally pointing to the northwest. The two wands were separated by a fist, and a black hole was drawn in the space between them, with red and purple starlight shining.The black hole flickered and disappeared.

Peng Yuan raised his chin: "Could it be that Jingyi... went to the suburbs to pick up meteorites?"

Ding Jingyi has always been thinking about casting star magic, and Peng Yuan even saw its extraordinary energy during the meteor meteor disaster. This speculation is reasonable.

"Don't force yourself..."

The spell casting brought the familiar hypoglycemia, and the slight dizziness permeated Peng Yuan's consciousness, making the words more like speaking to himself.

Peng Yuan made himself a cup of instant white coffee and added a packet of sugar.Although the sugar is replenished, my stomach is rumbling again, as if there is a chatterbox hidden in my body.

Getting up, going out, taking the bus, arriving at the crater site in the suburbs, searching aimlessly, Peng Yuan completed this series of operations in his mind, while his body was still sitting on the sofa in the living room at home, his thoughts wandered like a dream .

Peng Yuan curled up on the sofa and hugged his knees, long-lost panic welled up in his heart. After all, Ding Jingyi sneaked out last time, but fell headfirst on the death artifact.

However, thinking of Ding Jingyi's sense of proportion and kindness to him, the panic in Peng Yuan's mind was dissipated by proud thoughts: it was just a half-day goodbye during the passionate love period, but that was the middle note of fruit tea-short sour, but later It is very sweet.

Peng Yuan curled up into a sleeping cat and muttered softly: "Jingyi, come back quickly..."

Did Ding Jingyi feel the same way when he was waiting for him to finish class and school?

Full of hope, but a little lonely.Peng Yuan thought, touched two biscuits, he wants to recover, and then see what his boyfriend is doing.

Before he could open the package of biscuits, there was the sound of keys rattling outside the door, and Peng Yuan turned over and sat up.The door opened, and Ding Jingyi appeared at the door carrying three handbags.

——I want my boyfriend to come back, and my boyfriend will come back, and my wish has come true!

Peng Yuan stretched his waist: "I was thinking about you just now..."

Ding Jingyi kicked off her sneakers, and her voice was still full of fatigue from a long illness: "It just so happens that I miss you too. I want to go out for too long, will you have hypoglycemia again?"

Peng Yuan pointed to the love head on the ceramic plate: "Great calculation, hypoglycemia...it really does happen."

"I came just in time to save the cat's life."

Ding Jingyi put the rattling handbag on the coffee table opposite the sofa, took out a cup of milk tea from it, and handed it over. The milk tea was iced, one-third of the milk was covered, one-third of the tea, and one-third of taro paste was placed on the bottom. , is one of Peng Yuan's favorites.

——I want milk tea, and milk tea is here, double happiness!

Peng Yuan took it, "ton" got up, the cheese awakened the appetite, the milk tea awakened happiness, and the mashed taro filled the stomach, perfect.

Ding Jingyi sat beside Peng Yuan and looked at him dotingly: "Aren't you going to ask me where I am?"

"Where have you been?"

Ding Jingyi took out all the snacks from the handbag: "I went to a place where there is no net."

"And then came back."

Hearing Peng Yuan's unhurried tone, Ding Jingyi became impatient: "Aren't you curious about what I'm going to do? If I plant cat grass on your head, what will you do!"

Peng Yuan opened a self-heating hot pot: "Haha, you planted cat grass for me? It's almost the same if I planted strawberries for you."

Ding Jingyi showed an old driver's "you understand": "Then you are more versatile."

Peng Yuan stabilized: "Well, I will plant it for you at night."

While talking, Ding Jingyi also arranged the things in the two handbags.Snack boxes and self-heating hot pots are neatly piled up, filling the space under the coffee table, which looks very solid.

Peng Yuan touched a self-heating hot pot and took it apart, poured the bottom material into the upper layer of the pot, poured the heating bag and water, and closed the lid, the curling hot air came out from the vent hole, wafting melodiously in the afternoon sun. life ditty.

"Tell me, Jingyi, what good things did you prepare?"

Ding Jingyi snapped his fingers, and the third handbag opened in response, revealing a box the size of a birthday cake.

The surface of the box is black, with gilding around it, embossed prints of jellyfish and peacocks, and the outer layer is tied with a ribbon. It looks like a real birthday cake.

Peng Yuan opened his eyes wide: "What is this?"

Ding Jingyi raised her chin with both hands, with a mysterious expression on her face: "Open it and have a look."

Peng Yuan pulled out the ribbon, and the box opened in response, and the room was filled with blue and purple splendor, dazzled him so much that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Peng Yuan rubbed his eyes, and it took dozens of seconds to get used to the brilliance in the room.He looked intently, and inside the box was a group of sculptures, recording the moment when they met from left to right:

The first group of sculptures is the moment when the summoning magic is successful, Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi wearing a red shroud are staring at the rented house;

The second group was in the fruit shop at the gate of J. The two watched the small trolley carrying Zuo Pao Wang gallop away, and both laughed like dogs;

The third group of sculpture scenes is in the computer room of J University. Ding Jingyi is lying on Peng Yuan’s lap and rolling the keyboard, and Peng Yuan’s face is full of helplessness;

In the fourth group, in the Ellowyn meeting hall formed by "Death of Merit", Ding Jingyi, who was dressed as the regent Huafu, shouted at Peng Yuan, and even made a subtitle for "Going to live";

The last set of scenes is in front of the school teaching building. Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi in the form of a demon are surrounded by buildings and shooting stars, and there are magical ruins under their feet. It has a sense of presence like a Hollywood movie.The brilliant light that fills the room comes from the shooting stars in this group of scenes.

Ding Jingyi stretched out his hand to hold the meteor, and the blue-purple light disappeared, and the room immediately returned to the tranquility of the afternoon. He said softly: "To commemorate the 93 days we met, I made this group of sculptures. The accessories of this meteor are from the first Found in the crater where a meteor meteor fell. I have treated it so that it will not affect the human spirit."

Peng Yuan understood the meaning of this number.Legend has it that it took 93 days for Filia to create the kingdom of Elowyn after she descended to the ground, so the number "93" is very meaningful among demons.

Peng Yuan looked at the calendar, today is July [-]th, although the lunar calendar does not match, but the solar calendar is still a bit of a joke.

He put his arms around Ding Jingyi: "Today is the seventh day of the seventh month in the Gregorian calendar, so we will be lovebirds in the sky."

Ding Jingyi rolled his eyes: "We live on the fourth floor, strictly speaking, we are indeed in the sky."

"Think about the frame of reference, we are black-faced cats and otters on the ground."

Ding Jingyi smiled wryly: "The black-faced cat and the otter are okay... I'm still worried, if you think about the past, will you continue to like me. After all, I have done a lot of wrong things, and I still want to escape..."

Peng Yuan kissed Ding Jingyi resoundingly, interrupting the awkward apology.

Ding Jingyi smiled, and there was actually a bit of bitterness in that smile.

He added: "I'm also worried that I can't control myself and slip away early. After all, I thought so 1000 years ago...so I doubt whether I can stay here for 93 days, so this gift only started three days ago." The preparation is not good enough, don’t be disgusted.”

"I will always like you..." Peng Yuan kissed Ding Jingyi again.

Ding Jingyi lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the sun.Because he had heard this love story 1000 years ago, and knew that it was more than just a love story.

He whispered in the language of demons: "I will be brave, try to be brave..."

Peng Yuan misunderstood, he touched Ding Jingyi: "Don't force it, it's a happy day, be happy!"

"okay……"

The lingering aftertaste of the milk tea in his mouth hadn't subsided, and part of it turned into blood sugar, which excited Peng Yuan. He took out his mobile phone, first took a picture with Ding Jingyi, and then snapped a picture of the sculpture.

On the wall calendar in the living room, I solemnly wrote "Memory of 93 days of meeting" on July [-]th.

Ding Jingyi squinted her eyes, her face was full of unconcealable happiness: "It's rare to see you writing live, it turns out that your writing is so beautiful."

Peng Yuan jumped back to Ding Jingyi's side: "I participated in calligraphy classes when I was young. After I got a tablet computer, this skill was returned to nature. I didn't expect to be able to recover. On July 93th, we will meet for [-] days to commemorate. For Jingyi, every day is a festival!"

Ding Jingyi smiled wryly: "My coming was originally a natural disaster, but it has become a festival with you, which is also interesting."

At this time, the self-heating hot pot was ready, and when the lid was lifted, the aroma and heat rushed in. Peng Yuan picked up a piece of stewed beef, held it in one hand, and continued with the other, and carefully brought it to Ding Jingyi's lips: "After eating this piece of meat, forget Get rid of that worry!"

Ding Jingyi swept away his sorrow