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

Chapter 152 She Needs to Be Taught How to Use the Toilet

Chen Ming looked at the angel lady beside him.

Her voluptuous figure, her golden hair dazzling in the sunlight, the blue sky reflecting in her eyes, and the short-sleeved shirt she wore.

Chen Ming was too embarrassed to help her put on stockings, so she was bare-legged, openly showing off her full thighs, which were soft and had beautiful lines.

For some reason, the saying "a big butt is good for childbirth" came to mind...

Well, actually, when I think about it, Lucifer's butt isn't small either. Women's body structures are generally characterized by a larger hip ratio. Chen Ming seemed to have heard this somewhere before.

It feels great to take pictures of.

He glanced at Lucifer, who was reading a book in the room.

Thinking back to what happened before, I realized that girls could be so proactive and get taken advantage of so easily. I guess Lucifer just suddenly had the idea to do that.

They did not suppress their desires.

That's good. Chen Ming felt that living together wasn't about not interfering with each other, but about taking care of and understanding each other, and trying to satisfy whoever wanted something.

She was understanding of him, and he understood her...

Chen Ming used to think that girls were actually a bit scary, because they were too deep in their thoughts, and when they were willful, it seemed like you could only give in to them.

Lucifer, however, was so special; gentle, considerate, and understanding, he was his pillar of support.

I am truly grateful...

He looked at the cloudless blue sky, then at the angel beside him. Was she unconscious? Despite being unconscious, she was still staring at the sky in a daze. Did she want to go back?

Chen Ming looked down at the potted plant at his feet, which had been pruned and carefully watered by A Fu.

"...Miss Raphael must have her own things to do, right?"

"..."

Miss Angel slowly turned her head, her purple eyes looking at her master, and tilted her head slightly.

Chen Ming looked downstairs and saw some people walking by, but because Miss Angel had Cerberus's abilities, no one could see her.

Chen Ming looked at the passing crowd and said—

"If you have things to do or someone is waiting for you, then leave. It's fine. But if you don't have anything urgent to do, you can stay here."

Chen Ming smiled and continued—

"Let's talk about it after you recover. You can stay here as long as you want until you recover, but... if you need to go to the toilet, just tell me, and I'll teach you how later... don't wet the bed again, and definitely don't... poop in your pants..."

He felt a little embarrassed when he said that. Although he didn't know if the angel needed to use the toilet, he still wanted to be cautious and give her a heads-up, otherwise the angel would embarrass herself again, which would be troublesome.

It's strange, like raising a dog, you have to potty train her...

Cerberus clearly didn't need anyone to teach him.

Ultimately, it's because angels are too transcendent; they don't eat or excrete. Yet, in his presence, they've fallen to earthly status and become somewhat unbearably mundane?

However, these human-like characteristics made Chen Ming feel somewhat close to him, and the sacred aura faded considerably.

Miss Angel tilted her head.

Of course, they didn't understand what Chen Ming was saying. This body had no memory of anal excretion; it only had the memory of urination.

Chen Ming was completely bewildered, and speechless, he said—

"If you feel something coming out of your butt, just tell me and I'll take you to the toilet, okay?"

"...Yes, Master."

Miss Angel nodded.

Chen Ming looked at her, resting his chin on his hand. He felt that her reactions were more vivid than before. Was it just his imagination? Or was it because Miss Angel's consciousness was slowly returning?

What is he really thinking? Does he really want Miss Angel to recover?

You grow attached to them when you treat them like pets.

You can develop feelings for even paper cutout characters.

……

……

In the air surrounded by sword energy, buildings stood tall on the massive floating mountain.

Huang Yi, dressed in a yellow robe, had been having a headache lately. Looking at the imposing figure following behind her, she said—

“Little Xuanzi, I can’t stop you from following me around all day. I really don’t know where your master is.”

"...Senior Huang Yi is very close to Master, so she must have heard something about it, right?"

Dressed in black robes and carrying a black sword on his back, his dark purple eyes held a hint of resentment and questioning.

Xuan looked down at the short senior. Whenever it came to matters related to her master, she forgot all about manners. Her master had been missing for many days.

Huang Yi sighed. She looked up at the sticky dog. All her words and attempts to persuade it had been useless these past few days. She had even used her flying sword to teach it a lesson, but it was still clinging to her, asking about her master's whereabouts.

Huang Yi said, annoyed—

"You know your master's personality; she's detached from worldly affairs. What's so strange about her disappearing without a trace? When did she ever specifically report to anyone? How would I know where she went?"

The school rules are designed for underachieving students. For someone like Fu Jianxian, who has already achieved great success, they are not an obstacle at all. She can go wherever she wants and do whatever she wants. She is nominally a student, but she is more like a guest teacher.

"..."

Xuan knew that Senior Huang Yi was right; she just didn't want to give up any hope.

Dark purple eyes gazed at the sky...

Master, where have you gone...?

Huang Yi glanced at her, seemed amused, smiled, and said—

"Xiao Xuanzi, why are you in such a hurry? In the past, A Fu would disappear for years without you getting worried. It's only been a few days now, why are you so anxious?"

Someone like Ah Fu can go anywhere and do whatever she wants, what could possibly happen to her? Why the rush?

Even if you get hurt, it's just a minor injury, and you won't feel any pain.

(Unless you were hit by Cerberus)

Xuan remained silent, but Huang Yi, with her keen and perceptive mind, was perfectly aware of her little scheme.

She smiled and said—

"Is it because you feel that A-Fu has changed in some way?"

"...What has changed?"

"Playing dumb?"

Huang Yi looked at A Fu's apprentice with amusement. How could she not know A Fu's love for her? What worried her was A Fu's recent changes.

That approachable feeling was definitely not an illusion.

It's as if I suddenly had an epiphany about human emotions, and I became more human, no longer as detached as before.

Huang Yi curled the corners of her lips and tried to say—

"Hey, could it be that A-Fu has met the right person?"

"!"

Xuan suddenly clenched his fist and gently bit his lower lip.

Huang Yi smiled and said—

"What's that saying these days? Love makes girls strong?"

“…Senior Huang Yi, I’ll take my leave now.”

Xuan didn't want to listen anymore.

The master met a good man or something...

And what about me...?

I remained where I was, waiting silently, unaware that the person had already gone far away...

A drop of blood trickled from the corner of Xuan's mouth; his lips were bitten and bleeding from his teeth.

master……

where are you?

Chapter 153 The Smell of Bare Feet

Huang Yi finally got rid of the mystery, although what I said might have hurt her a bit... but it's better to suffer sooner rather than later, so being mentally prepared will make it less unbearable.

She continued walking, thinking about when she could run out and do a few more delivery orders...

"Huang Yi".

Suddenly, a woman in a gauze dress walked steadily to Huang Yi's side.

She nodded and said—

"teacher."

Do you know where Afu went?

"...Did the teacher also want to see A-Fu about something?"

"Ah."

The woman had a red mark on her head, and her purple eyes looked to the side, where some figures stood in the distance in front of the teaching building.

Huang Yi raised her eyebrows slightly and said—

"Those people...are they all heretics?"

"Yes, they have proposed some exchange plans."

"...Here to cause trouble?"

Huang Yi crossed her arms. The reason why heretics are heretics is because their strength is relatively weak. Not all forces are as universal and have a good academic atmosphere as the Sword Immortal.