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

"...Thank you, Mr. Chen Ming."

The golden-eyed witch looked at him, and huddled under the covers, she looked even more adorably shy.

He smiled and took the small stove and went outside.

As he left, the cat on the slit gently leaped down, its snow-white fur soft and clean, its sapphire-like eyes gazing in the direction he had gone.

He tilted his head, seemingly indicating confusion.

Then, turning to look at the golden-eyed witch nestled in the soft blankets on the bed, she softly called out—

"Meow~"

"Long time no see, Liuli."

The Golden-Eyed Witch smiled, leaned forward, reached out and caught the white cat that jumped towards her, holding it in her arms.

"Meow meow~"

"The person from just now? That was Mr. Chen Ming, he's a..."

The Golden-Eyed Witch hesitated for a moment, then said tentatively—

"A strange, yet very good person... unlike anyone else."

"Meow……"

The white cat nestled in her arms and gently licked her hand with its tongue. The golden-eyed witch knew it wanted to be petted, so she reached out and stroked its body.

Liuli is a very affectionate cat.

……

Chen Ming walked to the door, thinking he needed to cook for the little girl quickly, and opened the door.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he sensed something was wrong. Instead of the dry sandstorms of the desert, he was greeted by fresh, moist air.

He looked outside, his eyes widening slightly.

The desert has vanished, replaced by a blue lake surrounded by lush forests and meadows—a beautiful picture.

"This is……"

How is this going?

Am I doing something wrong? Chen Ming looked at the scenery and felt a sense of disorientation. He hadn't been inside the tree hollow for very long, had he? How could the environment have changed so much?

He walked out and stared blankly for a long time. Then, as if he had a sudden inspiration, he turned back and looked at the towering tree, its branches and leaves so lush that it seemed to support the sky, giving people a sense of the power of life.

Where is there even a trace of withered and charred appearance?

This is abnormal. Even a withered tree that comes back to life wouldn't recover in such a short time.

what is the problem?

Chen Ming was puzzled for a moment, and frowned. He thought of what he had discussed with his sister before. Perhaps he had entered a different point in time at some point?

This is still a dream world, and it might be a chaotic one.

So... when did this point in time arrive?

Judging from the state of the tree, it must have been before the fire. The Golden-Eyed Witch said that she went into the tree hollow and never came out again, but he clearly saw her standing on the charred branches facing a million-strong army...

In other words, this time is before those events; he arrived at this point in time roughly the moment he entered the tree hole, which is why he didn't notice the change in his environment.

Is it a tree hole or a time machine?

He scratched his head, looked at the clear lake in front of him, and had a sudden thought of giving the little girl a bath. He wondered how long it had been since she had been out, and he still wanted to give her a bath.

Can such a young child bathe himself? If not, there shouldn't be any need for him to avoid suspicion if he helps, right?

He set up a stove, which seemed to be powered by energy and didn't require a gas cylinder... That would be safer, since in some places gas cylinders are considered weapons.

Selling gas cylinders has turned them into arms dealers...

That's pretty outrageous.

He used his power to start a fire, then set up a pot. Considering that he might wake up from this dream at any time, he decided to make something that could be preserved for the little witch to eat.

His first choice would definitely be the pancake, which he's best at...

Regardless, everyone praised his cakes highly. As for the poor sales, that's probably just the will of the universe and has nothing to do with him.

Chen Ming tried to deflect responsibility, reasoning that his skills were really not bad.

As they lit a fire to make cakes, the aroma began to fill the quiet area. The small animals that smelled the aroma peeked out from the forest, seemingly unafraid of strangers.

What a strange place.

Chen Ming shook his head.

"It smells so good..."

A clear, melodious voice suddenly rang out behind him, startling him so much that his hand trembled. He turned around and the first thing he saw was a wisp of flaxen hair...

"elder sister……"

He blurted out "sister," but when he looked closely at the person who had come in, he felt that something was amiss.

"elder sister?"

Blue eyes stared straight at him. A young woman in loose white clothes smiled at him, her feet shod in rattan shoes, looking natural and poised.

She does resemble her older sister somewhat, but she isn't.

They stared at each other for a long time before he finally asked—

"You are……"

“Uld, there’s only Uld here…”

The woman smiled at him in a friendly manner.

Chapter 446 Can I repay you with my body?

"Miss Old?"

Chen Ming blinked, looking at the beautiful and refined woman in front of him, who seemed like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting, giving off an extraordinary feeling.

Urd walked around his boiler in her wicker sandals, touching everything with her delicate fingers as if she had seen something interesting.

Chen Ming looked at her with some concern and said—

"Be careful not to get burned."

He was running a fire, and it was dangerous for someone to disturb him like that. He was fine, though; the burns would only hurt a little, but wouldn't seriously injure him, considering he was a cultivator after all.

Moreover, even if he was injured, he had Raphael's wife to protect and take care of him, so it was no problem at all.

A man with a wife is confident.

Men without wives to take care of them are truly miserable.

Although I could go home and act cute with my mom, it's embarrassing for a grown man to still cling to his mother all the time, so it's better to have a wife.

Chen Ming didn't agree with this theory before. When he was single, he would always say things like, "Oh, having a woman at home is such a hassle. She might be meddlesome all the time, and I'd have to work hard to support the family. It's not good at all..."

Now that he has a wife, he's accused of betraying his duty, saying that a man with a wife taking care of him is like a treasure, and that the single people on the street look like dogs... That seems a bit too much.

He chuckled. Sure enough, everyone has double standards. Now that he's happily married to his wives, he's definitely abandoned his original intentions.

Upon hearing his words, Miss Old withdrew her hand, put it behind her back, and looked at him, saying—

What are you doing?

"Making pancakes."

"delicious?"

"Mmm, it's delicious."

Chen Ming puffed out his chest, still very confident in his signature dish (in his opinion).

He said—

"I own a bakery."

The shop is called "Siblings' Pancake Shop," just to remind you again, it's not a dumpling shop! Chen Ming had a strange sense of insistence, a stubbornness inherited from his father that often came into play.

However, the siblings' bakery should be renamed now... let's change it to "husband and wife bakery," since it's run by a husband and wife... even polygamy is still a couple, no problem.

"boss?"

Miss Old blinked, then looked at the aroma emanating from the pot, put her finger to her lips, and gave a wanting look.

Chen Ming looked at this strange woman and tried to say—

"Miss Urd, would you like some?"

"I want to... but I don't have the money..."

Urd looked rather pitiful. Before Chen Ming could speak, her eyes lit up, her blue pupils looking at Chen Ming as she said—

"Or, how about I weave a piece of cloth and trade it to you?"

"Um...actually, it's not necessary..."

Before Chen Ming could say anything, Urd had already walked to the lakeside, and out of nowhere, he took out his weaving tools and actually started working.

She dipped her feet into the clear lake water, causing ripples on the calm surface. Several golden fish swam from the bottom of the lake, circling around her feet.

The silk threads intertwined gracefully in her hands, with strands of flaxen hair seemingly mixed in, and her blue eyes focused and mysterious.

Chen Ming looked at what she was weaving; it was less like a piece of cloth and more like a net, with a sense of all-encompassing complexity.

She wasn't knitting very fast; Chen Ming had finished making the cakes by the time she had finished knitting a little bit.

He walked over to her, watched her work, and said—

"Will it take much longer?"

"Ah...it does take a little time..."

"But if it takes too long, the pancake will get cold."

"This...is indeed..."