Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

middle man height.

No, even higher, to the extent that objects are to atoms.Do you care how the water molecules in the blood in your body move? "

Fate asked Peng Yuan with a smile.

Peng Yuan gave her a blank look: "If you want to play tricks, I understand what you want to say is that Dior Brando doesn't care how many people he has eaten, just like ordinary people don't care how much bread they have eaten.

First of all, I give a negative conclusion-of course I don't care.First of all your analogy is inappropriate.

I have to use a metaphor, you should also be a game designer who faces AI out of control. People are not responsible for the water molecules in their bodies, but designers are responsible for the quality of AI, otherwise you will not show up in person after death , came to interfere with what you call the movement of water molecules. "

The God of Destiny disappeared in Peng Yuan's hands again, returning to a distance of three steps away.

Peng Yuan said again: "If you are really what you said, the Nuwa who sprinkled soil to make people, the kind who is too lazy to make people. Then you don't have to talk to me, because I am also an ordinary person in this dimension. three-dimensional creatures."

"Well said, ordinary three-dimensional "creatures". "

"Since it is a three-dimensional creature, it must obey the three-dimensional laws of physics..." Peng Yuan changed the subject, "Similarly, as the patron saint of the dynasty, he must fulfill his duties as a patron saint."

"You are not the patron saint of any country or dynasty."

Peng Yuan covered his stomach and held back his laughter.If the deflated devil emperor is on the throne, and there is a patron saint who hasn't finished his senior year or even failed to graduate or graduate school, it's outrageous!

God of Destiny showed a sympathetic smile like looking at a fool: "If Orin Valentine's new rose dynasty has a patron saint, it will be me."

Peng Yuan's mind is full of good guys' bullet screens, and he has thought about the dynasty and era before forcibly recruiting an emperor. This is a long-planned plan.

Peng Yuan thought for a moment and began his explanation. He knew that no one would like to hear these words, but he still said: "Jingyi has been dead for more than 1000 years, and it is very easy to devote himself to a good place that is happy, simple and uncontested. He absolutely I will not be happy to return to my hometown to be the emperor."

Facing Peng Yuan's full confidence, God of Destiny smiled: "Before doing this, I observed water molecules for a long time."

Peng Yuan suddenly felt something strange, if the God of Destiny used the metaphor of "water molecule" in consideration of his position.Then how did she know the scientific concept of "water molecule"?

"You must want to say that Ellowyn doesn't have a well-developed food industry, smooth information traffic, and fast logistics. How can we retain an emperor from the new era?"

Peng Yuan was taken aback, God of Destiny understands the contemporary elements so well, there is something!

"In order to keep the emperor and make sure he gets his job done, I made arrangements with water molecules. And it doesn't have to be particularly good.

Because you and I both know that the new emperor is very tolerant, as long as there are close conditions, he will solve the problem.Among water molecules, this is par for the course. "

God of Destiny smiled and disappeared, and the lovely blue color of Ellowyn's atmosphere also disappeared.

Peng Yuan sat down, feeling himself deflated again.He was angry, very angry, angry that his boyfriend was snatched away by a little girl right in front of him, and angry that although he was reasonable, he didn't say a lot of things, and it would be mentally retarded not to say what was reasonable.

He thought about it, and beat the atmosphere with an "oooooooooooooooooo", but still couldn't land.Although the essence of the atmosphere is air, it made him hit a few blue cat paw marks, like a cotton candy stepped on by a sick cat.

"The God of Destiny said that the Ellowyn civilization in the three-dimensional world is water molecules..." Peng Yuan muttered to himself, "Then as a high-dimensional existence, but also pays attention to water molecules, what is this? Scholar? Falling in love with a girl Pygmalion?"

139. Chapter 139

Peng Yuan returned to the helicopter, and Lenny was still waiting for him there.Lenny looked tense, completely free from his previous madness.

"How was it?" Lenny asked, "Have you traveled back and forth to the continent of Ellowyn?"

Peng Yuan shook his head and recounted his encounter with God of Destiny.When Lenny heard this, he thought about it.

Lenny repeated: "A well-developed food industry, smooth information traffic, and fast logistics..."

Peng Yuan asked, "Why are you talking about this?"

"Clue..." Lenny said, "Didn't I need your help with something?"

"Ah?" Peng Yuan was puzzled.

Lenny looked towards the sea: "This place is far from the land, anyway, you should find a safe and convenient place to talk."

Safe and convenient conversation.Peng Yuan subconsciously said, "Oh, then go home."

Peng Yuan waved his hand, and a cyan portal opened outside the helicopter.

"Hehe..." Lenny began to operate, and the helicopter slowly turned around, "There are two brushes, as expected of the God of Time and Space."

Peng Yuan collapsed behind the driver's seat, the helicopter was full of messy guns and short cannons, more than he had seen in any shooting game.Therefore, it is not comfortable inside the fuselage, let alone lying down.

Lenny looked back at Peng Yuan: "A bed should be arranged."

Peng Yuan spat out weakly: "Please stop speaking Chinese, thank you."

The helicopter stopped on the upper floor of Peng Yuan's residence.Looking at the huge helicopter, Peng Yuan felt troubled.

Peng Yuan opened the door leading down from the top of the building, and looked back at the helicopter: "I'll ask the property later, how much is your parking fee for a day, if it's too expensive, can you drive it back?"

Lenny chuckled: "How much is the parking fee in this community?"

The community is very old, and there is no parking space in the plan. Peng Yuan has never bought a car, let alone knows, so he shook his head.

Peng Yuan walked to the door of the house, thinking that the key was still in Li Yun's place.He took Lenny, the fugitive, and it was so inconvenient, so he opened another portal and entered the house.

The heating in the room is still sufficient, there is water and electricity, Peng Yuan turned on the light, looked at the beautiful handmade workbenches stacked on the balcony, and his heart was empty: Ding Jingyi is indeed not here anymore.

"Warm, warm..." Lenny stretched, fell on the sofa, took out a pack of Yuxi, and flicked it out.

He lit a cigarette, and took off his cloak as if remembering something. Inside was the combat uniform that Peng Yuan had when he first met him, only in a different color.

Peng Yuan couldn't help but think of Geng Zhi and Pao Wang's seven trendy men, they could buy all the trendy products if they changed colors.

A thought suddenly popped up in Peng Yuan's mind: If Ding Jingyi was here, would he use the "perspective" magic to see Lenny completely, and then laugh at him loudly?

Thinking of Ding Jingyi, Peng Yuan couldn't care about Lenny, and walked up to the balcony alone, where the wig he had painted horribly stuck there, and the bluetooth speaker that was out of power lay in the pile of black-faced cat blind boxes, sound asleep The buzzing sound seemed to be right next to my ears.

Peng Yuan only felt his heart and head split apart.

He turned to the wall, trying to calm down.I saw the chalk drawing that summoned Ding Jingyi in the cold air, which seemed to be shivering.

- Try summoning magic!

After Peng Yuan finished drawing the magic circle, he set up the offerings.He was in a different mood as he did it, he was no longer the little boy trying impossible magic, but someone else, maybe not yet a human being.

That doesn't matter, Peng Yuan sat in front of the magic circle, chanting all the spells he could think of, his eyes swept across the room involuntarily.

Before Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi left home, they didn't finish packing their things thoroughly. The suit that Ding Jingyi made for Peng Yuan was hanging on the hanger in the living room.

Makeup brushes sat on the desk with earth-colored powders.The moka pot is in a conspicuous place in the kitchen, and a layer of dust has fallen on it.

Uncleaned demon scales were scattered in the corner of the wall, curling Peng Yuan's hair.There was still a faint fragrance of roses in the room, like the smell from a newly opened tomb, but Ding Jingyi was really not here.

Peng Yuan lowered his head, even with the blessing of summoning magic, the magic circle remained motionless, as if magic did not exist in the world, and he never had any boyfriend.

Peng Yuan suddenly felt dizzy for a while, and he fell to the ground, "Ahh." He howled.

"What are you doing?" Lenny jumped over from the living room, glanced at Peng Yuan, "Oh, you're so grown up, why are you still crying?"

Peng Yuan jumped up, held Lenny down and beat him up: "This is my house, I can cry as much as I want. Fuck! You! Mom!"

"My grandpa, you've got it, hurry up and get up..." Lenny blocked Peng Yuan's fist, "Don't fall down now, I still count on you to help with things!"

Only then did Peng Yuan let go of his hand. He stared at Lenny, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the thug.

But after thinking about it, Lenny sent half of the heart of the gods, and Peng Yuan was able to escape from danger and return to his home in City G from the North Atlantic Ocean.

Peng Yuan looked over the balcony. Although the refrigerator was cut off, food was still available in the sub-zero weather in the Northeast. There were two cabbages and a rib on the balcony.

Peng Yuan said to Lenny: "You helped me, I still have food, I'll cook for you."

Lenny slapped his hands: "Oh, I'll go, God cooks, it's exciting to hear."

Peng Yuan picked up the rice bag: "Don't speak Chinese!"

Lenny put out his cigarette with a playful smile, went into the kitchen, and picked up a cabbage: "Is it vinegary? I want to eat sour."

Peng Yuan rolled his eyes at the familiar: "Can you give birth to a son if you eat sour?"

Lenny skillfully picked up a stainless steel basin and connected it with water: "If I can give birth, I will give birth immediately."

Peng Yuan gave Lenny a kick: "Don't make any trouble, that's how the filter basin washes vegetables, wasting my water."

"I'll do it well..." Lenny suddenly looked serious, as if the crisis of life and death was not as important as a plate of vinegared cabbage, "Because I still have something to ask you."

The aroma of the rice wafts out, Peng