Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The coincidence of memory and reality left ripples of rejection in Ding Jingyi's mind.

"It's a peaceful age now, it's okay..." Peng Yuan hugged his boyfriend, "Grandpa also looks at the face, you look good, don't be afraid."

"What if he disagrees?"

"I'll let him agree. Grandpa dotes on me, don't be afraid."

Ding Jingyi chuckled: "Of course I'm not afraid. Back then I robbed Larcome to go to Britain. It was rough but effective. You are here, and I don't want to leave G City, so there is no need to rob."

Having said that, Peng Yuan clearly remembered the contents of the literature: the magician Olin saw the sea, remembered the tragic past of being almost murdered by his father, and suddenly had a fever, and then stayed at the eastern border.

Crossing the sea to Britain is nothing but a lie.Maybe that's why Larco's grandfather thought Orin had no courage.

Although Lacoe and Aolin are not a good match, and the identity of the elderly is not noble enough, Peng Yuan clearly understands the desire to be recognized by his lover's family.

Peng Yuan coughed and changed the subject: "Haha, someone wants to snatch a penniless black-faced cat."

"Your official account has [-] fans, how can you say you are penniless..." Ding Jingyi curled up, "Now is not the time, I can wait until your grandpa agrees... No, wait until I feel brave enough."

It seems that the shadow of this predecessor is really heavy enough, Peng Yuan thought, thinking about his words, but he didn't know where to start.

He understands that he is the cause, the cure, and sometimes the doctor to his boyfriend.

"We haven't met yet, why are you nervous..." Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi, "I have a few netizens who are masters of steam, I'll go check their recommendation list, buy one that can be played by two people, and we can play together."

"This, suddenly per capita master."

"It must be master per capita."

Peng Yuan went through the list and read the introductions to Ding Jingyi one by one. The two of them still had a blank knowledge of stand-alone games, so they flipped through the discount list. The two sat in front of the computer and finally finalized the puzzle game "Magic Cave Adventure". Ten o'clock passed after the installation.

Peng Yuan plugged in the earphones: "Are you going to sleep?"

"Let's play for a while..." Ding Jingyi hugged Peng Yuan from behind, "My body has recovered, and it doesn't matter if I go to bed late occasionally."

Peng Yuan clicked into the game: "Come on, let's get started."

The two watched the characters jump up and down on the screen.

Ding Jingyi suddenly said: "I remember one thing wrong. I didn't cross the sea to Britain, which is a country that believes in the only God. If I go, I will be a heretic, and it will not be easy."

Peng Yuan's operating character jumped a bit: "Well, it was before, but the Daying Empire is also green now? You jump up and press that mechanism."

"Actually, I... was afraid of the sea, so I couldn't go."

Peng Yuan removed his hand from the keyboard, turned around and patted Ding Jingyi: "We don't have a sea here, so don't be afraid. No one will deny you. Even if there is, you are an idiot. Sooner or later, you will inherit our bad luck and become the square of the non-chief. "

Ding Jingyi snorted daily: "I don't want to give luck to such a fool."

"No!"

Ding Jingyi smiled, Xiao Que Sang Demon seemed to be liberated from the melancholy in his head.

Although Peng Yuan was a little relieved, he couldn't help wondering whether Ding Jingyi would suffer from depression if he continued to be so sad.

In Peng Yuan's memory of his existence as the space-time god Callas, there is no such modern disease as depression.

The representative word for "mourning" in Ellowyn's era was "depressed mood". This definition seems to be a long way from being sick.

Maybe it's more reassuring to take Ding Jingyi to see a psychiatrist if he needs to save some more money?

Peng Yuan was thinking, at this moment Ding Jingyi hugged him from behind, hanging on Peng Yuan's body like honey.

Peng Yuan frowned: "You are playing games, don't put the controller on the gas pedal of the cat car."

A triumphant laugh came from behind the ear: "Do you want me to come up with a proposition?"

Just when Ding Jingyi was triumphant, an explosion flashed across the screen, and the character he controlled lit the dynamite and forgot to throw it away, and was killed just like that.

Everyday sucks...

Peng Yuan coughed, and Ding Jingyi stopped talking.The game continued to advance, and when the two cleared the customs, the morning light had already fallen, and the market at the door was full of hustle and bustle, and they fell asleep contentedly.

80. Chapter 80

Peng Yuan's interview was like a black-faced cat drilling a railing—it turned into liquid and passed.Then came two weeks of closed summer camp.

The school vacated a dormitory building specially for the summer camp, and also strengthened the management. The access is very strict, and the dormitory has to be checked three times every night.

Peng Yuan wanted to ask for convenience, and sent cigarettes to Uncle Liu in the dormitory building, but he was rejected unexpectedly, which shows that the school is determined.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the lights in the dormitory were turned off, and Peng Yuan turned on Otter Head to initiate a video.After entering the summer camp, he wanted to see that Ding Jingyi could only rely on the remaining power of the phone and the data included in the plan.

Ding Jingyi seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, and answered immediately: "A Yuan... Today is the first day of tears behind bars, how is it?"

Ding Jingyi's voice sounded trembling, and Peng Yuan couldn't help feeling puzzled: "What are you doing?"

In the video, it was dark at first, probably because the bathroom was not turned on, and then the light of the living room and a wet towel flashed, followed by Ding Jingyi's voice: "I'm testing the water."

"Test the waters?"

"I have a plan, but only by myself. First the washbasin, then the bath."

Although the words were vague, Peng Yuan solved the case by himself based on his understanding of his boyfriend.

Ding Jingyi needs a little thing to prove that he still has courage. The memory left him with a fear of water. He is not afraid when he is accompanied by Peng Yuan. At least he is joking when he goes to the bathroom and hot spring hotel.

But being alone with a basin full of water is not the case.Most likely, Ding Jingyi just soaked the washbasin by herself and was so scared that she couldn't breathe. It happened that Peng Yuan's voice came to save her life.

"I won't say much about Ollie. The best way to eliminate fear is not necessarily to face it. Don't force yourself, in case of PTSD, it's the same as applying too much salicylic acid to get acne... It's okay to hang on of."

"Stay, hang on."

While talking, Ding Jingyi lay down on the bed, with a few drops of water dripping on his forehead, holding a "strange knowledge increased" pillow in his hand, and a sculpture commemorating the 93-day reunion on the desk behind him.

Peng Yuan only felt a sore nose, and instantly had the illusion of a scholar leaving his hometown and abandoning his wife and son.

Peng Yuan had a bitter face: "You are holding your pillow, and I am holding the steamed bread in my hand. There is not a drop of oil in the dish."

Ding Jingyi raised the corner of her mouth: "Look at the hungry black-faced cat, I'll give you a supper later, what do you want to eat?"

"Please ban the hero" sounded behind Peng Yuan, and Geng Zhi raised his head: "You two abuse dogs, go out and abuse, I will pay you if I can't finish the list today!"

Ding Jingyi turned over and put the pillow under his head: "Why do you share a dormitory with Geng Zhi? Can you sleep at night like this? Is it because the summer camp is over and the two-hundred-star king has passed?"

Peng Yuan laughed, went to the balcony, and closed the door: "Geng Zhi took me to make a bill? He has to pay the boss back."

There are only two freshmen from the Department of Archeology in this summer camp, one is Peng Yuan, and the other is a girl named Liang Tianming, so Peng Yuan and his classmates cannot share a dormitory.

It just so happened that Geng Zhi was also left in the dormitory of the computer department, and the two were assigned to a dormitory.

Ding Jingyi on the screen smiled and said, "Ah Yuan reforms well and gets out of prison as soon as possible."

Peng Yuan poked at the screen, looked at Ding Jingyi's tactics, and laughed like a dog: "You are also a widow!"

"Are you talking in human language..." Ding Jingyi made a shooting gesture to the screen.

Peng Yuan took advantage of the situation and squatted on the ground: "He was shot!"

Ding Jingyi beckoned: "Resurrection, resurrection, how about the students from the summer camp?"

"There are only two of us in the Department of Archeology, Liang Tianming and I. I chose literature. Liang Tianming focuses on the restoration of cultural relics. She is from Dandong. She originally wanted to go to Xi'an for the exam. After watching the documentary about the restoration of the golden coffin, she chose chose our school."

Ding Jingyi was stunned for a moment, then the camera flickered, and the screen went black: "The name Liang Tianming sounds like full sugar milk tea..."

Peng Yuan smiled inwardly. Although Liang Tianming had a sweet name, she focused on her studies.Before she came to J University, she had figured out the ins and outs of the restoration of the golden coffin, and read all the articles on Peng Yuan's official account. On the first day of the summer camp, she invited Peng Yuan to drink full sugar milk tea, hoping to make Internet celebrities black face Mao Dada took him to see an expert who repaired the coffin, and wanted to learn some techniques.

"Liang Tianming wants to learn restoration techniques from you. You can teach her when you have time, so that I can be a middleman for milk tea."

Ding Jingyi's voice was full of hesitation: "Is there really someone... who will... change their ambitions because of a documentary?"

"Of course, your craftsmanship is unique. Although the archaeological circle is small, all those who can come to our stage are all astute."

Ding Jingyi thought for a moment, but she also understood the meaning of Peng Yuan's words: "This black-faced cat is really bad, and he gave me a hand out of nowhere."

Peng Yuan laughed like a fool.

The background sound of hot oil came from the other side of the screen, Ding Jingyi's side face was blurred under the ceiling light of the range hood, and there was a trace of immortality in the fireworks out of thin air.

The barrage of "I want to go home" floated in Peng Yuan's heart.He is clearly only a few hundred meters away from home and his boyfriend, and his soul is interdependent, and there seems to be no obstacle at all. It is almost hypocritical to call "missing".However, precisely because of this dependence, even a minute of separation cannot be tolerated.

Ding Jingyi's voice pulled Peng Yuan back from the analysis: "I'm ready to cook, what do you want to eat?"

Peng Yuan was still indulging in the state of being an idiot, and he didn't care about Ding Jingyi's hot oil before asking for his opinion: "Come on