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

Clang!

The room's window was suddenly broken. The tailor quickly turned around and pointed his gun out the window, but there was no one in sight.

When she turned around, "Gu Qing's" body had already slowly dissipated.

Another illusion?

She paused for a moment, then took a few steps to the window and looked down. This was the top floor of the hotel; the tailor hadn't expected her to escape from here.

"Tsk..."

The tailor was speechless.

It seems her task is about to become troublesome again.

……

In the dark alley, a young lady dressed in a tattered princess dress stumbled against the wall, her steps unsteady.

"Damn it... my games, my food, my money..."

She clutched her lower abdomen, where blood was continuously oozing out.

It hurts……

Why is this happening...?

I just wanted to enjoy a normal life, so why did it turn out like this...?

Tears kept overflowing from her eyes, ruining her pretty face, and she walked barefoot on the dirty floor.

If we don't run fast, that witch will catch up... she'll definitely die.

No, no, she doesn't want to die...

Trembling all over, he could only stagger away to escape.

……

……

stomping on...

The sound of hurried footsteps rang out. Jiajia, wearing a white coat and sporting dark circles under her eyes, was working overtime on her day off and looked at the group of people rushing by with a sour face.

What project team is that?

She sat listlessly on a bench in the corridor, occasionally hearing words like "out of control" or "serious," probably indicating that something had gone wrong with the experiment.

How boring. I wonder how Xiaoxiao and her precious little brother are getting along.

If his brother really accepts her, then it means someone wants her...

Um... wait...

Jiajia was suddenly stunned. Xiaoxiao already had someone who wanted her. Wouldn't she be even more like a loser if she were all alone from now on?

"..."

Jiajia felt something was amiss.

At this moment, the teacher also walked over, looked at Jiajia who seemed "very idle," thought for a moment, and said—

"Jiajia, come help me."

"what?"

Teacher, I just got a break... Jiajia felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through her mind.

The teacher said—

"It's just organizing some materials, can you help the teacher out?"

"……All right."

His tone was quite reluctant.

Chapter 341 Come keep your dog girl company

Raphael carried Chen Ming through the air, his holy wings spread wide, shimmering with light, and the halo above his head flowing with mysterious patterns.

Her golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight.

He gazed at her stunningly beautiful face, growing more and more satisfied with each look.

His angelic wife is a perfect wife in every way, with big breasts and a big butt that are very tempting. However, her sassy side is definitely unique to him.

On the outside, she is a perfectly loving angel.

Secretly, she has already been corrupted by his filth, lying at his feet calling him master, yearning for his nourishment, and being touched by him will ignite the love in her heart to the point of madness... Uh, why does that sound so evil?

It must be an illusion.

Chen Ming nodded.

He considered himself the purest person, treating his wives with utmost love. So, his sister's words were quite apt: people often lack self-awareness, especially her brother.

Sometimes he's so smug it's infuriating.

Looking at the scenery passing by below, he thought it would be quite convenient to have a wife who could fly, and there were quite a few people in his family who could fly too.

Lucifer, Raphael, Afu, Dongyi... it seems he has only seen these few people fly; he hasn't seen the others yet.

Dogs usually use "doors".

He looked at Raphael's arms around him and said—

"Actually, it's quite scary to just fly like that."

Sword immortals' flying boats and swords are more comfortable; at least they have something under their feet, which makes them feel secure.

Of course, it's not that I don't trust my angel wife's abilities; it's just a psychological effect. Raphael could easily carry someone.

This wasn't the first time he'd been carried by Raphael; he'd kept quiet and pretended to be an expert before. Now that she was his wife, who was he going to pretend for? He might as well just openly admit he was a coward.

Raphael smiled and said—

"I will not let go, don't worry, Master."

Even if it's the end of the world, I won't let go.

Raphael wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him tightly, his chest pressed against his strong back, feeling his body temperature, and it was never enough.

Chen Ming said habitually—

"I told you, call me husband, now call me husband."

"..."

It seemed he could never get tired of this way of teasing, and Raphael responded helplessly—

"Okay, honey."

"I can't hear you, it's too quiet."

"..."

Raphael smiled slightly and loosened her grip on his arm. Startled, Chen Ming quickly grabbed her hand and said—

"Hurry up!"

"Okay, master."

"..."

Chen Ming was speechless for a moment. His angelic wife seemed to be getting a little more mischievous. He chuckled softly and said—

"Oh my god, she's murdering her husband!"

"No, I wouldn't do that."

Raphael hugged him tightly again. Even if it meant sacrificing her own safety, she would not let him suffer any harm. In her heart, her master was more important than anything else.

……

They soon arrived home and landed directly at the entrance of the residential area. The pedestrians nearby seemed not to notice them at all and did not make a fuss about the two people flying over.

A small way to make one's presence disappear.

Chen Ming, holding Raphael's hand, asked as they walked—

"It seems like you're not in pain anymore, Raphael."

"Yes, it has recovered."

Raphael nodded. It was just a minor impact; it wouldn't be much of a harm to the healing angel.

Chen Ming looked over, puzzled, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then asked mysteriously—

"Does recovery mean... will it hurt again later?"

"..."

It's not that even that area has been restored!

Raphael looked at his unserious master, his cheeks slightly flushed, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Chen Ming, having roughly grasped the meaning from his angelic wife's expression, scratched his head and smiled, simply asking out of curiosity.

Angels don't seem to be that different from humans physiologically...

Hmm, will the children born in the future be human or angels? Chen Ming was caught up in another question, but seeing Raphael's shy expression, he decided not to ask for now.

Anyway, he's not in a hurry to have children; he'll leave it to fate.

I passed by a supermarket and bought some snacks, cola, fruit, and other things to take back for everyone to eat.

Arrive at the doorstep.

Chen Ming was about to ring the doorbell...

"It's the master!"

A cheerful voice came from inside, followed by the rapid, pattering sound of footsteps, which then slammed almost loudly against the door.

Chen Ming felt pain just listening to it.