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

He said lazily—

"Wife, I heard you are an angel king."

"Hmm...yes."

Raphael answered decisively, yet somewhat nonchalantly.

Chen Ming smiled and said—

"Then I will be the husband and master of the Angel King."

Is that the Angel Queen?

Something seemed a little off, Chen Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. Oh well, it doesn't matter. Getting Raphael is already a stroke of incredible luck; just be happy.

He reached out and tugged at Raphael's holy wings, then suddenly asked with some curiosity—

"By the way, Raphael."

"what happened?"

"I've always been curious, how do you wear clothes when you have wings?"

"..."

In fact, Chen Ming had wondered before how those winged races in some movies and TV shows managed to fit such large wings into their clothes.

Raphael was slightly taken aback, looking at his master with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He had clearly helped her undress and put her back on a long time ago… and only now was he noticing this?

She gently folded her wings, turned around to reveal her back, and said—

"Master, you can see for yourself."

Chen Ming blinked, reached out and stroked the beautiful wings, running his fingers down the base of the wings...

"Um..."

Raphael felt a ticklish sensation; only he could touch and caress her wings so intimately. She gently placed her hand to her mouth, trying not to make any strange noises, and rubbed her thigh together.

Chen Ming explored her wondrous body, his eyes following his hand to the base of his angel wife's wings, where a small patch of skin on her back was exposed, revealing that the wings were indeed growing on her back.

However, it wasn't that the clothes had a hole in them; the clothes were intact, as were the underwear. They simply couldn't touch or interfere with the extension of the wings.

Simply put, it's like opening a portal, allowing the wings to extend directly.

He recalled Raphael's appearance in his clothes: a well-defined, firm, and full abdomen, and an astonishing chest that seemed to draw one in...

Cough cough, no, that's not it.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the overwhelming distractions. When Raphael put on his clothes, he folded his wings, then put the clothes on along with the wings, and finally spread his wings out. That moment of spreading his wings was truly amazing.

He pondered his doubts, nodded in satisfaction, glanced at his phone, and said—

"Then let's go back."

Raphael smiled, but his expression betrayed a hint of regret.

Is this how the "elopement" ended?

Actually, I want to possess him even more, to possess his time, to possess his emotions...

To possess everything he has...

Chapter 340 The Witch and Gu Qing

In the hotel room.

Gu Qing's red eyes stared at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of her. Even she felt a sense of danger, even though ordinary firearms shouldn't have posed much of a threat to her...

She swallowed hard, then looked up at the tailor witch dressed in black leather, her eyes flickering slightly.

"who are you?"

The tailor raised the gun and pressed it against Gu Qing's smooth forehead, causing her body to stiffen slightly.

What's going on? Why would she suspect me...?

Gu Qing's eyes flickered uncertainly, but she still smiled, trying to brush it off, and said—

"Senior Tailor, what are you talking about? I am Gu Qing. This...you've taken this joke a bit too far..."

"..."

The tailor stared intently at her, his deep gray-blue eyes carrying a coldness Gu Qing had never seen before—the kind of gaze one would give to an enemy.

Click...

She opened the safety latch.

"Wait, wait... I can explain..."

Gu Qing, covered in sweat, spoke to the tailor, but the tailor didn't give her a chance and pulled the trigger directly.

Bang.

With a soft thud, a flash of blue light from the muzzle of the gun, and a silver needle pierced Gu Qing's forehead and embedded itself in the floor behind him.

Gu Qing's eyes widened in disbelief, her head thrown back by the immense force, her gaze slowly fading...

The tailor succeeded on her first attempt, but she frowned.

call!

A soft whooshing sound came from behind her. She leaned down, and a slender hand with fingers curled into a claw, casting a black shadow, swept across her dark gray hair.

A few strands of hair, touched by the shadows, fell off as if they had melted away.

As the tailor pressed down, he rolled forward, his slender legs stretching backward. With the momentum of his roll, he struck the figure behind him hard on the chin with the hard sole of his boot.

"Cough..."

The attacker was immediately sent flying backward, crashing into the wall with a thud.

The tailor rolled on the ground once, then nimbly crouched down and turned to face the enemy.

Red eyes, a hateful expression—it was undoubtedly Gu Qing. The tailor glanced at the "Gu Qing" whose head she had pierced earlier; the image was slowly fading away.

what is this?

Hallucination?

Or is it something like a projection?

The tailor pointed his gun at Gu Qing, who was wiping blood from the corner of her mouth, and asked again—

"who are you?"

"Me? I already told you... I am Gu Qing!"

She gritted her teeth, her gums bleeding. The tailor's tactics had nearly shattered the young lady's teeth. No wonder she was a witch; her reaction speed was too fast.

The tailor frowned and said—

"You've taken over Gu Qing's body, intending to replace her?"

Gu Qing, with red eyes, glared at her without answering.

The tailor stood up and said—

"How is Gu Qing? Where has her consciousness gone?"

The tailor was somewhat worried. If Gu Qing's consciousness had been erased, it would be equivalent to her being dead, with even her body being occupied by an unknown monster.

Gu Qing, his red eyes practically grinding his teeth, his face contorted into a ferocious grimace as he spoke—

"I told you, I am Gu Qing!"

He roared and kicked the floorboards at his feet, sending the kick flying towards the tailor.

The tailor's eyes narrowed, and he fired three shots, shattering the flying floorboards.

Then I saw those dangerous red eyes.

Hidden in the shadows of the floor, it approached like a ghost.

"!"

The attack, a convergence of shadows, seemed to leave the tailor unable to react to it, despite all his skills.

But her slight smile made Gu Qing sense that something was wrong.

Three beams of light suddenly appeared around Gu Qing.

The three sewing needles the tailor had previously shot out, along with her thread, had already blocked Gu Qing's movements and slowed her down for a moment.

In that instant, the tailor pointed his gun at the charging monster once more.

Alarm bells rang in Gu Qing's mind.

"..."

The tailor thought for a moment and lowered the muzzle of the gun a little.

Bang!

Another silver needle shot out.

puff!

A hole was cut into Gu Qing's body. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and blood spilled out. Her body fell in mid-air and crashed onto the various items she had bought.

"Ah... ah ah..."

It hurts...it hurts so much...

The tailor looked at the girl lying on the table and strode over to her in his leather boots.

The reason they didn't deliver the fatal blow was to see if there was any way to bring back Gu Qing's true soul. If they killed her, Gu Qing might also die.

"...Take you to the association, maybe they can find a solution there."

The tailor had made up his mind and reached out to grab the immobilized Gu Qing.

"Hahaha……"

However, when she saw Gu Qing's mocking expression, she felt that something was wrong.