Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

And clear, Peng Yuan can understand even if he is distracted by the pictures on the ordering screen.

"I know, I'm talking to the princes and gods of a country."

Six barrels!There are also pies and new places!Peng Yuan couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, showing a simple smile.

Ding Jingyi touched Peng Yuan's leg under the table, signaling him to turn his attention back.

However, Hu Shunhua is about to order the seventh bucket!That's seven McDonald's buckets!It's all the happy taste of carbohydrates and fertilizers!

"We also know that you are a retired soldier and a wealthy entrepreneur..." Ding Jingyi had no choice but to pick up the conversation, "If you come to meet us in person, you should have something other than investment to discuss, right?"

"There are more than underwater cultural relics hidden in the North Atlantic Ocean..." Davis said calmly, "there is the anchor point of the world-destroying meteor. If the world-destroying meteor is about to fall, it will fall there."

117. Chapter 117

Ding Jingyi was full of doubts. There was no historical data that mentioned the anchor point of the Mieshi Meteor. He turned Peng Yuan's head back from staring at the ordering screen.

"Expert, do you hear? Answer this question."

Peng Yuan turned back thoughtfully: eight barrels!Except for his boyfriend, no one will ask him to eat eight barrels!

"Be more serious..." Ding Jingyi lowered his voice and said in the devil's language.

That's eight buckets, plus seventy-eight eighty-eight snacks, McDonald's eats 1000 yuan, and it's also a talent!But there are four of them, and 1000 yuan doesn't sound like a luxury.

When the ordering machine placed an order, Hu Shunhua went to the pick-up area to wait.Only then did Peng Yuan turn his face away and shook his head: "It's not the anchor point of the game's skin. It's not recorded in the historical materials I've read."

Davis dropped the second bombshell: "It can't be wrong, because this is the news brought by the white snake."

Ding Jingyi's face changed, like a monarch examining a powerful minister, even the military overcoat he was wearing lost its sense of humor and had a serious aura out of thin air.

Although Ding Jingyi's face was ugly, the hand that intertwined with Peng Yuan's ten fingers trembled.Peng Yuan knew that Ding Jingyi had entered a split mode again: on one side was the unreasonable feudal landlord, and on the other was the little snake's own father.Thinking of this, Peng Yuan became worried again, opened the quick indexer in his mind, and took a careful inventory.

He dare not say that he has read all the materials in J University's collection, but there are some outlines.Could it be that Lund found some major discovery in the auspicious feathers of history?

——Lund's image in Peng Yuan's mind has slightly changed.

"I want to see Lund..." Ding Jingyi said.

Davis' tone was still calm and slow: "We have arranged a route from Canada to the North Atlantic Ocean, and you will see the white snake then."

Ding Jingyi clasped Davis's hand: "I want to see him now."

There was also a slight change in Davis' eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Peng Yuan was completely dumbfounded, this scene must be understood by a good dancer, but he is just an honest person, there is no way out.

He had no doubts that the next thing was either Davis took out Gatling to stun them, or Ding Jingyi used fire magic to burn down the entire McDonald's, no matter how bad it was, they would be two inefficient lamps, yin and yang to each other.

Just when he was in a hurry, a strong aroma of carbohydrates and fats came to his nostrils, and Hu Shunhua came back with eight buckets in his hands.

"Two make room."

"It's been hard work..." Peng Yuan arranged the barrels one by one.

Putting down the eight buckets, Peng Yuan subconsciously touched a chicken leg and took it out to eat.When it comes to Lund, he has the feeling of chatting in private, and his behavior becomes casual.

Although Peng Yuan doesn't like Lund to worry about adding trouble, and doesn't like anything that disturbs their quiet life, but being disturbed itself seems to constitute a necessary condition for a quiet life.

Davis took a box of French fries calmly, as if eating is really eating.Hu Shunhua turned back into a fox shape, coiled it around Davis' neck.

"Fox Fairy, don't transform into a beautiful girl in the store!" A McDonald's clerk ran over in a hurry, "The Health Bureau will be fined!"

Hu Shunhua shook his tail: "No, I've washed it, and I have a health certificate! Sorry to trouble you, what you saw was a scarf!"

Orange light flashed through the air like a fleeting rainbow illusion.The clerk was stunned, then turned and left: "Ah, the fox scarf of this foreign old man looks like it is alive. I thought it was a real fox entering the store."

Ding Jingyi also let go, took a cup of pearl milk tea and got up.The tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated.

After Peng Yuan ate two chicken legs, he even felt happy. It is not easy to eat more than [-] per person at McDonald's.

Davis pulled back to the topic: "My subordinates and SFU scholars will handle the archaeological investment. There is another thing that needs your help."

The milk tea was gone, Peng Yuan took his cup of "ton" from Ding Jingyi and took a sip: "What else can we do for the president?"

Davis took out a miniature projector the size of an earphone box and projected an image, which was a photo of Lenny.

When Peng Yuan looked at it, his chrysanthemum tightened: If you don't consider what Lenny has done, he in the photo can be called a male model street shoot.

Davis said calmly: "When my subordinates were valuing the Ellowyn archaeological project, they discovered the connection between the Kleist family and the God of Time and Space. This is a troublesome matter.

Because this Kleist family member is a wanted criminal, my friends in the military are very concerned about his movements. "

Peng Yuan chuckled: "The friend you're talking about is yourself, isn't it?"

Davis paused, his expression still turbulent.

Ding Jingyi patted Peng Yuan's legs, Peng Yuan felt that his legs were getting familiar, obviously it was a remnant of the previous tension.

Ding Jingyi said, "Ah Yuan, don't play tricks on this occasion."

Peng Yuan embarrassingly touched another piece of chicken chop from the bucket: "I see... I'm guilty of playing tricks, the president will speak first."

Davis flicked the projector, and the photos were replaced with a stack of documents, with a photo of Lenny on the first page: "Reinhard Kleist, employed by the U.S. government to participate in the Iraq War in 2006."

It turns out that Lenny's name is Reinhardt, but the pronunciation is too difficult, so let's continue to call him Lenny.

Peng Yuan thought.Mercenaries are one level higher than Jews, and they can no longer spread literature on the ground. They can be regarded as strong early Internet literature.

But after seeing Lenny's skills under the blessing of magic, it is difficult for Peng Yuan to say where it is literature, it may be suicide note literature.

Davis continued: "He served in Iraq for a year. During this period, he suffered from mental illness. In one attack, he killed dozens of soldiers and then fled. The US government has implemented many arrests, but none of them were successful."

Really a ruthless person in a mental illness.Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi couldn't help hugging each other who was almost scared to death.

Davis turned off the projector: "My subordinate encountered Reinhardt on the way to the North Atlantic ruins and was close to capturing him, but let him escape. I need the economic value of this project, and also Need it to draw Reinhardt out and close the case."

Peng Yuan thought that it was over, so he couldn't help saying, "Oh, he came here before, and he was almost shot..."

Ding Jingyi covered Peng Yuan's mouth: "Stupid and honest, the president will wait for your words."

Peng Yuan asked "Huh?" in confusion.

Davis's expression didn't change at all: "He has been here as expected."

Ding Jingyi pointed to the ring on Davis's hand: "This ring on your hand is the same as the one on Lenny's neck. Platinum ring, broken diamonds, and Arabic words engraved on the inside of the ring. What's your relationship? Brothers of the Rosicrucian Society members?"

The body parts of demons have high research value in various disciplines, so there have been many demon hunting organizations in history.

Ellowyn used to have a secret association against the demon nobles, and the demon royal family also cleaned up the folk hunting groups for this.So Ding Jingyi's worry was not groundless.

Davis showed a mysterious smile: "My relationship with him does not affect this project and your archaeological career."

Peng Yuan thought of Davis' resume. Both Davis and Lenny participated in the Iraq War in 2006. Could there be any connection?

Ding Jingyi no longer played a multi-faceted actor, and said straight to the point: "Your brother was burned by me."

"Strictly speaking, it's not burned..." Peng Yuan took advantage of Ding Jingyi's hand away, and gave a general overview of the previous attack on the coffee shop.

"The medical record paper was probably buried in the grave by some god..." Peng Yuan added at last.

Davis heaved a sigh of relief, and even laughed. The laughter was silent, like a sob, but also relieved, and even a little bit of the complacency of a father winning his son or watching his ex go down the street.He relaxed his limbs and floated on the chair as if taking a nap.

Ding Jingyi added another sentence: "What else do you want?"

Davis moved, and resumed his stern sitting posture: "Please take me to find the piece of paper with the miracle, Reinhardt's question, I want to have a private conversation with you."

Peng Yuan was puzzled: "How did this transnational mentally ill murderer become private?"

Davis twirled his fingers, and the ring was shining: "He is my ex-husband. For some reasons, we didn't get a complete divorce. I have to continue to be his... guardian."

Ding Jingyi's vigilance was raised another eight degrees in an instant, and the pattern of the magic crest even flashed on his face.

But Peng Yuan felt a sour smell of citric acid rushing straight to the top of the sky-foreign gays can still get married and file for divorce!This foreign moon is really round!

118. Chapter 118

home...

Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi sat face to face in the bathtub, hehehe sat on the non-slip stool, watching them anxiously, sometimes