Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Then he reached behind Lucifer and gently embraced her.

"..."

Lucifer raised his red eyes, looked at his face behind her, and said—

"Stop fooling around."

"What do you mean, stop messing around... You said that before."

What did I say?

"You said before that we'd talk about it tonight, and now it's evening, isn't it?"

"..."

Lucifer wondered if this guy had unknowingly fallen under a charm spell? He seemed to be in heat whenever he saw her, unable to extricate himself.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and said—

Did I say that?

"what?"

"I do not remember."

"..."

Chen Ming's expression immediately turned very sad, as if he was about to sing an unravel song at any moment.

He said—

"Lucifer, can love disappear?"

"..."

Learning on the spot?

Lucifer's lips twitched; he seemed to be getting more and more annoying. He sighed again and said—

"There are so many people outside, I'll make it up to you later."

"Then I want to kiss you."

There was no way to stop him; Lucifer was still plundered until his whole body was sore and weak before he finally let him go.

She blushed and said—

"Alright, go out now."

"it is good."

Chen Ming was very satisfied, and like a victorious rooster, he walked out with his head held high.

But Lucifer knew that if he only took this small step, he would become increasingly demanding, gradually eroding Lucifer's defenses until it became uncontrollable.

A greedy man.

She smiled slightly, then looked out the window.

A white cat was perched on the windowsill, its white fur smooth and neat, and its light blue eyes seemed to hold a hint of amusement.

"..."

Lucifer looked at it, his previously shy expression turning serious, and took out a broom. The white cat immediately jumped off the windowsill and went into the living room.

This little peeping tom has quite the thick skin.

Lucifer shook his head.

Well, it did help out once before; without it, that door would have collapsed.

It's only right to treat it to a meal.

Lucifer is a very reasonable person, and Chen Ming seems to really want to get a cat.

He wanted to fulfill her wishes as much as possible, and she would consider his wishes as well. That's what living together is about—not each looking out for themselves, but taking care of each other.

You have me I have you.

They became entangled and could no longer be distinguished.

Lucifer looked at the old duck soup simmering over a low flame, thought for a moment, and then took out a spoon to taste it.

"...It seems a little too sweet?"

It has a slightly sweet taste, probably from the goji berries, which blends into the rich soup and gives it a pleasant flavor.

Lucifer flicked a stray strand of white hair behind his head and smiled slightly.

Chapter 122 Delicious Talisman Sword Immortal

"Well?"

Cerberus couldn't resist starting to eat. He put his chopsticks to his lips and took a small bite. His red eyes looked down at an elegant white cat that was slowly strolling over.

"It's you?"

Cerberus remembered being tricked by this white cat before, and his fur stood on end. He lay on the stool, baring his teeth, his tail held high, and said—

"They actually tracked me down to my house; they don't take me seriously at all."

"What? What happened?"

Chen Ming and the others glanced down at Cerberus's reaction.

"Meow~"

The white cat elegantly licked its paws.

"cat?"

The landlady blinked.

Dong Yi glanced at it, then looked back at his phone. A Fu tilted his head slightly, feeling that something was amiss.

Chen Ming blinked and smiled as he said—

"It's you! What brings you here? Are you hungry?"

"Meow~"

The white cat haughtily brushed its tail against his leg. He laughed, grabbed its lower limbs, and lifted it up, stretching it into a long strip.

"Meow meow meow!"

The white cat seemed somewhat displeased with his rude behavior, baring its teeth and claws.

Chen Ming smiled and said—

"So cute."

"Meow meow?"

The white cat waved its paw again, then he put it in his arms, stroked its head, and scratched its chin.

"Meow……"

Suddenly, it felt comfortable again, and the white cat didn't react for a moment.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Cerberus lay sprawled on the stool, its ears twitching, watching the white cat in Chen Ming's arms, and meowed—

"Owner!"

"Ok?"

Seeing Cerberus's excited reaction, Chen Ming reached out and touched her long white hair; its smooth texture was irresistible.

"Hmm...uh...hehe...uh, no, that's not how it is!"

Cerberus almost momentarily lost in the pleasure of her master's head pat. She pointed at the white cat and said—

"A cat that steals fish."

"A cat that steals fish?"

The landlady suddenly became alert, looking at the very beautiful white cat. Could it be... that it could transform? Like Cerberus?

Chen Ming looked at Cerberus. Were cats and dogs just naturally at odds? Cerberus didn't seem to like the white cat very much.

Perhaps she feels her affection has been taken away? Actually, no.

He smiled and said—

"Alright, alright, let me pat you, sit down and eat."

"No, but..."

Cerberus wanted to say something, but Chen Ming's hands had already begun, patting her head and scratching her smooth chin.

"uh-huh……"

Cerberus settled comfortably on the stool, its tail wagging unconsciously.

Dogs are easy to handle. As long as they have their owner's love, nothing else seems to matter. The most important thing in their eyes is their owner.

A dog can forget everything else and only remember the joy its owner gives it, all while thinking about its owner's love.

Aside from these, dogs don't need to think about anything else.

Cerberus was easy to deal with, but the landlady was not so easy to deal with. She looked at the white cat, and a woman's intuition told her that the more she worried that it would turn into a beautiful girl, the more likely she would be to do so.

"Meow~"

The white cat looked at the landlady, its light blue eyes shining slightly as if it had seen something good.

"Ok?"

The landlady tilted her head.

The white cat seemed to want to leave Chen Ming's embrace and go to the landlady's place, but Chen Ming held it back; he hadn't had enough of holding it yet.

"Meow meow……"

The white cat tried to resist his hand, but it felt so good that it meowed as he stroked it. Unconsciously, it gave in to its instincts, stopped struggling, and even let him roll over and scratch its belly.