Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

Aware of Peng Yuan's concern, he avoided his eyes and knelt down to pack his suitcase: "Do you... know where Chang Xian is?"

Peng Yuan lit up the wall lamp: "You have been studying how to fry snake meat all the way, and now you are ready to practice it?"

Ding Jingyi took out the small kettle that she brought at home: "Don't eat, don't eat, drink more hot water and go to bed early. I mean, I can handle Warcraft, and I will let Chang Xian come to deal with the aftermath."

The area of ​​the archipelago is not small, and they don't know the specific location of the monster. If it lands in no man's land, it's okay, but if it lands in a resort, the two of them will definitely not be able to handle it.

Peng Yuan mentioned this question before departure. At that time, Ding Jingyi was full of confidence and said that there were no magical beasts that he could not handle. As a result, after crossing a sea, his IQ and thinking have returned.It can be seen that the sea is actually a good place to go, which helps to clarify thoughts.

Peng Yuan sat next to Ding Jingyi: "I'll pull you back into the group, so we can take care of each other. Anna also has a tourist group, the itinerary is the same as ours, but we are not together."

Ding Jingyi's head shakes out an afterimage: "No, the intention to ask for help is too obvious."

Everyone needs something called face, Peng Yuan said flatly, "Yeah": "It's the first time we come to other places to play, the most important thing is that we are happy."

Hearing the play, Ding Jingyi cheered up: "I ordered afternoon tea at the hotel, we'll go to the restaurant right away."

The smell of roses filled the dining room.Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi turned on a computer each at the same time, staring at their respective screens in a daze while eating snacks.

Ding Jingyi spoke first: "Why do you feel that the food in the hotel is not very tasty?"

Peng Yuan raised his head: "It's okay, I'm a little nervous so I can't eat enough, so I do something to relieve my tension."

"A monster, nothing to be nervous about."

"Of course I'm not nervous about monsters, life is the biggest monster..." Peng Yuan swiped across a page, "Isn't the direction of graduate school determined? I'll read the first book for research first, and then I can spend more time with you." A few days. Yan Erke is about to go to the construction site to be a native cat."

Originally, Peng Yuan also had the desire to study in graduate school, and had been working as a candidate outside of the Misty Continent for three years.

His postgraduate direction finally chose the identification of cultural relics in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, which is the specialty of J University. The entire industrial chain goes from the Bureau of Cultural Relics to the market, and there are senior and senior sisters of J University everywhere.If you really want to take the path of majoring in archaeology, you will not be able to talk about happiness, but you will be stable.

Ding Jingyi rubbed Peng Yuan's face with his hand: "Read your book carefully."

With this touch, Peng Yuan felt that his brain was in acceleration mode, and he felt more energetic in reading 800 pages of electronic textbooks.

Afternoon tea is limited time and unlimited, Peng Yuan read a few pages, and found Ding Jingyi's cup was empty during the break, so he got up and brought him a cup of milk tea.

"The day after tomorrow is July 23, how do you feel now?"

Ding Jingyi smiled: "I don't feel anything."

"You smell better."

Ding Jingyi frowned, and sniffed her sleeve while receiving the milk tea.

In order to find out the reason for the strange smell, Peng Yuan took Ding Jingyi to the hospital for an endocrine examination. There was no explanation for the body odor, but several indicators proved that Ding Jingyi was already on the verge of severe depression.

Both of them were very confused, Ding Jingyi sticks to sticky, loses to loses, and every time he gets frustrated, he bottoms out and rebounds, but it is unexpected to be hammered by the hospital.

Peng Yuan closed the book: "What does Jingyi smell like?"

"I can't smell it."

"You can't even smell it, what's with that frowning face?"

"I'm worried that if I meet Lao Ba, he might smell me badly..."

Peng Yuan made a "poof": "There is no one in this brain hole. You care about the smell that you can't smell, and the gourmet old man who can't meet at all. Why don't you think that I smell you as the fragrance of roses and gray fairy?" It smells like cranberry bread."

Ding Jingyi raised his chin and stopped talking.Just when it was time for afternoon tea, Peng Yuan put away the computer: "The meeting will be changed to the afternoon, let's go back to the guest room."

You have to treat it, if it doesn't work, you have to touch it until the tail becomes hot.

"No..." Ding Jingyi shook his head, "After you finish the book, we will go to sea."

"We just arrived, let's talk after we rest."

Ding Jingyi shook his head out of the ghost again: "I want to settle this matter quickly."

Peng Yuan quickly patted Ding Jingyi with a pair of peaks piercing his ears, and stabilized his head so that the beautiful sphere would not fly out. Then he kissed him again: "The "Rose Dynasty Architectural History" still needs to be corrected, help me Let's see."

Ding Jingyi put away the computer and went back to the guest room with Peng Yuan.He just couldn't seem to be idle, as if rest were a heinous sin.

88. Chapter 88

Island hotel room.

Peng Yuan lay down on the bed, embraced the fragrance and beauty in his arms, and started the tablet happily.

Ding Jingyi looked at the tablet: "After I go back, I'll mend the shell for you."

Hu Shunhua helped them find the tablet in the ruins of the school. The edge of the tablet was cracked like a dog, dangling in the blue protective case, but it was miraculously usable.

The school returned to calm early, except for the two of them and the gods, no one mentioned the matter of the Meteor, as if it was a collective hysteria and hallucination.

Only this broken tablet reminds Peng Yuan what kind of past they have experienced together.

Peng Yuan touched Ding Jingyi, and turned to the note page of "The History of Rose Dynasty Architecture".Some of the annotations are left by Prince No.50 himself, and some are translation annotations by Peng Yuan.

Since the book involves the career of the magician Olin, most of them quote the entry of "Prince Halloni" in "Royal History of the Rose Dynasty".

Peng Yuan stared at the words "History of the Royal Family of the Rose Dynasty", and felt a kind and inexplicable sadness in his heart, which even made his nose a little sour.He asked, "Did I read this book with you in previous times?"

Ding Jingyi's voice also lowered: "This book was originally written by my father..."

A wonderful fantasy unfolded in Peng Yuan's mind: the study room was bathed in the clear light of moonlight, and an owl was falling on the window lattice.Inside the unfolded hard-shell book are yellowed inner pages. The prime minister dipped in ink and happily wrote the legend of the queen.

Ding Jingyi glanced at Peng Yuan, and smiled wryly as if feeling his imagination: "I have read this family tree with my mother and brother, and I have read it with you too. Because...after my father passed away, my brother hoped that It's up to you to continue.

I even saw a photocopy of its original work in the school reading room before, and I borrowed it back to read.I didn't want to talk to you about the Elovin era, but you actually remembered..."

Peng Yuan blurted out: "I wrote your family tree before!"

With Emperor Ain's hand-picking, Peng Yuan has no doubt that the God of Time and Space back then is the prince and concubine appointed by the royal family, and Ain's favorite sister-in-law.

It is strange to think that the time spent thousands of years ago with the people close to me, and even the memory fragments of reading a book together, are now reappearing.However, the inexplicable sadness was even deeper.

Peng Yuan rubbed his eyes: "I have translated some of "The History of the Royal Family of the Rose Dynasty", and a reader sent an email saying that the annotation was wrong. There are not many people who can buy physical books to read, so we should cherish it. So today we Check the notes..."

The wrong note is in the chapter of the imperial tomb. Thinking that the imperial tomb only buried Felia and her youngest son, Peng Yuan couldn't help himself anymore, and sniffed hard.

Ding Jingyi asked cautiously: "You think of something that touches the scene again?"

Peng Yuan shook his head: "I don't remember, but I think I should have finished your biography."

Writing a biography of a person seems to have a wonderful sense of redrawing life. Although the God of Time and Space failed to describe the beginning of the life of the magician Olin, he ended his death.

The corner of Ding Jingyi's mouth twitched: "Not only that, I also died beside you."

Complicated images flashed across Peng Yuan's mind, like a corner of the dusty mirror of memory was wiped clean again.

Although he believes that he has nothing to do with hypocrisy, depression and all the words that make people want to cry, but he still sheds tears when he thinks of the past.

Peng Yuan remembered that when he was Calas Curaflo, the god of time and space, at the meeting place of "Oath of the Seven Gods", the magician Olin finished the oath ceremony of the gods and fell lightly into his arms, as if the Not a solemn meeting place, but a bed for their tryst.

The God of Time and Space subconsciously hugged his poor lover, but he couldn't feel his breath anymore.

Peng Yuan took out a tissue, as if it could cover the bitterness of the past: "To put it bluntly, you didn't die beside me, but on my body."

Ding Jingyi also took out a tissue: "Although there were some beautiful lingering days in the past, I still don't want you to think of them. After all, it is a sin among sins to let others bear their own death. I don't have the courage to greedy your body again, that's it gone."

"Why are you putting the blame on yourself! Order all the things in Yangjian!"

After Peng Yuan wiped away his tears, he pinched Ding Jingyi's waist, "Is death something that a living person can control?"

Ding Jingyi glanced at him meaningfully: "For the magician Olin 1000 years ago, when and how to die is a choice."

As the only apprentice of fate and the arbiter of the gods, Olin must have some respect in front of the god of death.

Peng Yuan pressed his boyfriend: "What did you choose?"

Ding Jingyi crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash without any mistakes: "I forgot."

According to the diagnosis of Ellowyn's court doctor, the magician Orin died of overwork.Even a demon whose physical strength surpasses that of a human being will die if he works continuously for 28 days without a break