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

"Let's sleep on the floor. There's air conditioning here, it'll be more comfortable. You and Chen Ming can sleep on the floor together."

Afu's expression froze for a moment, then she hugged her clothes to cover her face slightly, concealing her even more flushed expression. It seemed that her little thoughts could not be hidden from Lucifer at all.

She nodded slightly and said—

"it is good……"

Afu felt that she had done a lot of embarrassing things today, and had become a bit unlike herself. She was also aware that she used to be somewhat indifferent.

Not the type to keep people at arm's length, but they just won't deliberately get close to anyone, nor will they become overly intimate with anyone.

But now she keeps getting closer.

How is this going?

What does this feel like?

She went into the bathroom and gently touched her chest. It was flat... Her slender body was still beautiful, filled with the melancholy of a young girl.

……

Chen Ming looked at Lucifer and said—

"It seems like you take good care of A-Fu."

"...She has injuries."

"what?"

Chen Ming was slightly taken aback and looked towards the bathroom. Was A Fu injured? But she was still bustling around as usual; there was no sign of it at all.

Lucifer smiled slightly and said—

"When she comes out, let her take a look at your wound. It must have been injured recently."

Cerberus, curled up on the ground, raised his eyelids and said—

"It's true, I can even smell blood."

"...Why isn't she resting properly when she's injured?"

Chen Ming was somewhat reproachful, saying that instead of resting properly, she had come here... If she was injured, she should have found a safe place to recuperate...

He paused slightly, realizing this.

Did she rush to his side after being injured? Does that mean she can feel safe here?

Dong Yi exclaimed "Ah!" and said—

"Right, Ah Fu stabbed Lu Bu before, it shouldn't be that easy, right?"

"...Your school's martial arts demonstrations involve bloodshed?"

"What's so strange about it? It's already quite mild. Look at those novels, they're all about killing and robbing, it's chaotic."

"..."

Chen Ming understood that customs and habits differed from place to place, and that getting injured was probably commonplace in the eyes of a sword immortal.

When Chen Ming himself was being stabbed, aside from cutting his finger, he had also had minor surgeries to cut... cough cough.

He looked at the bathroom door and said—

"Really..."

Have I incurred another romantic debt?

Chapter 125 Want to spank Afu's butt

woohoo hoo...

The nightlight blew, stirring her dark gray hair. Her cascading hair swayed gently behind her.

A strand of black hair was tied into a small braid and fell in front of her bangs.

He was dressed in a black leather jacket, fastened with belts, his all-black attire seemingly blending into the night.

She put her hands in her coat pockets, stood on the road winding around the mountain, and looked at the town in the distance, its lights dazzling. Her thoughts grew deeper.

"Hey……"

Suddenly, she let out a soft sigh.

"Where did he run off to this time?"

She murmured softly, her eyes holding a hint of pale blue and a touch of melancholy.

I've tried searching on my own, asked my fellow travelers here, and communicated with the local authorities, but it still doesn't work, does it?

Finding it isn't that easy.

However, the most recent records do indicate that this area is nearby, so perhaps they are still lingering here, looking for their next target?

silence.

Only the wind is still blowing.

This is probably what they mean by "finding a needle in a haystack," but giving up is out of the question, even though we haven't succeeded yet, unless the other party comes to us on their own initiative.

"To be summoned at will and dismissed at will?"

She recited phrases from this country, phrases that perfectly described herself.

drop by drop...

A strange sound suddenly broke the silence of the night. She turned slightly and looked at the black motorcycle behind her, its green indicator light flashing on and off.

She always felt that the design really resembled the indicator light on a mobile phone when a text message arrives, and the girl who made the car for her was also very interested in technology such as mobile phones.

He strode to the car, his legs clad in black boots, sat down beside it, turned on his communicator, and said—

"Is there a problem?"

"Sister Tailor, have you found the boss yet?"

"……not yet."

A sweet voice came from the other end, sounding like a child, and the tailor's expression became somewhat helpless.

The voice on the other end seemed to realize they had said something wrong, and said somewhat helplessly—

"Oh, I see. It's alright, anyway, it hasn't been found even once in all these centuries... Ah, no, I'm not saying the seamstress's efforts were meaningless... Ah, that..."

The other person's explanation only made things worse, and their voice became extremely anxious, as if they were about to cry.

Hearing her voice, the tailor slowly smiled. All these years had passed, and this girl was still so somewhat absent-minded. She said—

"Okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it. Calm down."

"Ah, okay, okay..."

The person on the other end seemed to take a deep breath, and only after recovering did they speak—

"But seriously, the boss is so amazing, where can we find him? Anyway, he comes back sometimes. It must be too tiring for the tailor to travel all over the world like this."

"……well enough."

The tailor looked up at the night sky, where the stars were shining.

"Following in footsteps is like traveling. You can see the scenery everywhere, which is more interesting than staying at home and getting moldy."

"I see..."

The other side gradually fell silent as well.

The tailor raised his gloved hand, scratched his face, and said—

"Um, you must have called about something, right?"

"what!"

The person on the other end seemed to suddenly wake up and hurriedly called out—

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot again, boohoo..."

"Really."

The tailor smiled but didn't blame her, and said—

"Alright, just say what you need to say."

"Well... a friend said that something big seems to have been found nearby, and they wanted to ask if the seamstress could go and help out."

"No problem. Do you have that companion's contact information? Let me get in touch with her, and I'll set off right now."

As he spoke, the tailor stood up, flicked his black leather jacket back, and lifted his slender legs to straddle the black motorcycle.

Take out the cross-shaped key and insert it.

Boom boom boom...

The locomotive started up, emitting a deep, resonant hum.

The tailor drove her motorcycle down the mountain road, the wind blowing against her long hair and black coat.

Another communication came from the other end, saying—

"By the way, seamstress, the management over there said they'd send some people over to help."

"...Send whom? The army?"

The army's combat effectiveness is still very strong, but wouldn't that be making a mountain out of a molehill?

These kinds of things are usually left to them.

The person on the other end hesitated for a moment, then said—

"Um...it seems to be some mysterious system cultivated over there?"

"...Sword Immortal?"

"No, it's a local secular institution..."

"..."

Taking care of children...