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

The sword fairy tilted her head, stretched out her hand in front of her, and the flying sword landed in her palm, dissipating its sword energy. Then she offered it to the sword with both hands, saying—

"Look."

Chen Ming reached out to touch it and found that the sword didn't seem to be sharpened. Touching it like that wouldn't hurt anyone, so he picked it up directly.

This is a four-sided sword with four sides, and it is about 1.2 meters long, which is quite long.

The hilt is black, made of some kind of metal, and is difficult to grip. It also lacks a guard and is simply a handguard between the blade and the hilt.

It's clearly not suitable for handheld use; it's more for flying swords. In fact, whether or not you use a gauntlet doesn't matter.

He scratched his head and asked—

"Why wasn't it sharpened?"

"Sharpening a blade makes it easy to damage it, and the blade is prone to chipping."

The swordswoman flicked the blade with her slender, white fingers, producing a clear, crisp sound, and said—

"Moreover, we don't need to sharpen our swords when we chop people. When we fly, the swords carry sword energy, so we can chop a steel plate. In a state of heightened emotion, they can even penetrate 50 millimeters."

"...Are all people in your area as down-to-earth as you? In my mind, sword immortals should be detached from worldly affairs, right? I heard you also have some kind of secular studies, what's that all about?"

Chen Ming really had a lot of complaints he couldn't express. When you talk about sword immortals, you should think of them as elegant figures in flowing white robes with extraordinary bearing. But Dong Yi was just like an ordinary young man from the modern era.

Besides being able to fly with swords.

The sword fairy shook her head and said—

"Indeed, many people are not interested in worldly affairs, but in my opinion, those people are just too much of a homebody, not truly otherworldly."

"...Are you a homebody?"

This kind of adjective seems very strange when applied to a sword immortal.

Dong Yi said—

"Anyway, I really like it. Cell phones, the internet, and all kinds of delicious food. There are quite a few people who like these things. There's even a pretty famous senior who went to deliver food to earn some money to buy things."

"Delivering takeout???"

Chen Ming's expression froze. He had long heard that the composition of food delivery drivers was diverse, and that there might even be superheroes mixed in among them, but he never expected that there would be a sword immortal among them.

He felt something was off and asked—

"Do you allow this kind of thing?"

"As long as we don't interfere with the human world within reasonable limits, everything will be fine. But I heard that senior was thrown into the Sword Tomb. He must have messed up... I heard that before he went in, he was yelling something about me finishing this delivery, not wanting to get a bad review or something..."

Dongyi still chuckles when he talks about it, because being thrown into the sword tomb while delivering food is really hilarious.

Chen Ming didn't know what expression to make; these sword immortals were far too down-to-earth. Uh, there's one more important thing: did the guy who was locked up still have one order to deliver before he went in?

Chen Ming shook his head and said—

"Every time a delivery driver has an accident, there will be one more person in the world who goes hungry."

He brandished the undecorated, unsharpened sword; despite its simplicity, he still found it quite cool.

Which man doesn't dream of wandering the world with a sword? Or of flying on a sword?

Hmm? Flying?

His eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at Dongyi, who was fiddling with the black box, and said—

"Hey, Dongyi, Miss Dongyi, I have a question for you."

"Hmm? Go ahead and say it."

Can you fly on a sword?

"Huh? This..."

Dong Yi scratched his head, his expression turning somewhat awkward, and stammered—

"Should I say yes or no..."

"I can tell from your expression that you don't know how."

Chen Ming was somewhat disappointed and sighed—

"I was wondering if I could try flying on a sword with them."

Dong Yi, somewhat unconvinced, puffed out his cheeks and said—

"It's still possible to fly while standing! But..."

"only?"

"The sword energy wasn't contained well enough, which wears out the shoes a lot."

Upon hearing her words, Chen Ming recalled that she had just prevented him from touching the flying sword, which was probably because of this—his sword energy control was rather poor.

He shook his head.

Dong Yi frowned and said—

"What's with that expression? It's not just me. I know someone who can ascend on his own but can't fly on a sword yet. I'm not bad at all."

"Ascension on your own?"

"I can fly by myself, but I still can't control a sword. Every time I fly, I put the sword on my feet and pretend that I'm controlling a sword."

What is this? Where did these comedians come from? Dong Yi has haphazardly revealed the dirty secrets of these sword immortals, and Chen Ming has completely lost any impression of these guys' lofty status.

He sighed and returned the sword, saying—

"How come you haven't been beaten to death for exposing other people's dirty secrets like this?"

"Just don't say it to my face, I'm not stupid."

Dong Yi stuck out her tongue, a little shameless. He smiled, thinking that she could be considered innocent in some way?

Click.

Lucifer came out after taking a shower. Dong Yi, who was chatting and laughing with Chen Ming, immediately sat up straight, his smile disappeared, and he lowered his head.

Lucifer glanced at her, then at him.

He said—

"Dongyi has agreed to stay here temporarily. You two can sleep on the bed tonight, and I'll sleep on the floor."

"Hey?"

Dong Yi said somewhat flusteredly—

"Me, me sleeping with her? No, no need, I think I can sleep on the sofa..."

"Let's sleep together."

Lucifer's bloodshot eyes stared at Dong Yi.

Dong Yi trembled slightly, sweating profusely, and said with difficulty—

"it is good……"

I hope everything is alright.

Chapter 27 Six Wings Sprout from the Back

Miss Sword Fairy ran out in a hurry, so she didn't bring any clothes with her and could only wear Chen Ming's clothes for the time being, because she didn't dare to borrow clothes from Lucifer.

Chen Ming is still the most reassuring person.

An honest man... no, he can't really be called an honest man. After all these things, it's clear that he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

But ordinary people are generally more trustworthy than monsters.

Dong Yi carried Chen Ming's clothes into the bathroom.

Chen Ming has quite a few clothes he hasn't worn. He hasn't bought many himself, but his parents and sister would buy him a few pieces from time to time.

There are so many clothes piling up, it's really a lot, and he always complains about this waste.

It's not bad to see it come in handy now.

He shifted his gaze from the bathroom to Lucifer, who was sitting on the sofa, sipping a dark red beverage from a cup.

Coca-Cola isn't actually black; it's dark red, but it looks black when there's too much of it.

He watched Lucifer drink his cola; his white hair was still damp from his recent shower, and a beauty mark under his red eyes always drew his attention.

Lucifer noticed his gaze, remained still, turned his eyes, and asked—

"what happened?"

"No, I was thinking about whether to buy you a wine glass."

"A wine glass? Why?"

"Hmm... I feel like it would suit your style well? Imagine, you're wearing a black dress, high heels, sitting on a throne, with a dark red liquid in your wine glass."

It exudes a sense of elegance and nobility, which Lucifer can completely handle. However, unfortunately, while everything else is negotiable, Chen Ming cannot obtain the throne.

Queen Lucifer can only be confined to a small rented room, exposed to the mortal world. Hmm... actually, I feel this isn't so bad; it makes her more approachable.

Lucifer glanced at the cola in the glass and said—

"Sitting on the throne is not as comfortable as sitting on a sofa, and wine glasses are actually quite troublesome and easy to break."

"..."

Why does it sound like Lucifer actually sat on a throne? Could he really be some kind of queen? Although it wouldn't feel out of place.

Chen Ming only knew the rumors about the fallen angel Lucifer, and he didn't even know if it was the same person. He didn't really know much about him.

He thought for a moment, still wanting to know more about Lucifer, so he asked—

"Lucifer, do you think red wine or cola tastes better?"

"Cola."

Lucifer took another sip and said—

"It's very sweet."