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

They are easily startled.

Chen Ming was outwitting Cerberus, who was biting his trouser leg. The little dog was getting a bit angry, seemingly blaming him for stopping her from taking revenge on Raphael.

Of course, it's more likely that he's simply venting his anxiety.

After all, the dog was the one who reacted the most when Chen Ming almost got into trouble last time. She has a relatively weak mental capacity. Although she is usually easygoing, she still can't relax when it comes to his affairs.

Dong looked at him, the dog was chewing on his feet, the angel was in his arms, and Gu Qing was next to him, who seemed to want to say something but didn't know how to start. He seemed to be very busy.

That despicable harem man.

She looked at the landlady who was checking the time on her phone and said—

Did the landlady take a picture of me just now?

"what?"

The landlady seemed a little confused, but still answered—

"No, what's wrong?"

"Ah...what a pity..."

Dong Yi said with a pained expression—

"If I take a picture of it, I can use it as evidence of defeating the Angel King, and I'll pass my final exam immediately!"

"..."

Chen Ming laughed. Sure enough, his useless wife only had this much potential. He said—

"Aren't you the one with the strongest battle record? No one in the entire Sword Immortal World can compare to you. What are you afraid of in the final exam? Aren't you going to slicing through melons and vegetables and passing it by the skin of your teeth?"

"..."

Dong Yi's expression froze, and he was speechless for a moment. After thinking for a long time without being able to refute him, he stomped his foot, embarrassed and angry, and said—

"I can't live like this anymore!"

……

Lucifer anxiously carried a Cerberus through the portal and arrived at the shop, which was undergoing automatic repair. Two energetic voices were arguing in the semi-ruined state.

"No matter what you say, the fact remains that I defeated Raphael. Even with two burdens... oh wait, landlady, I'm not talking about you... cough cough, even with you as a burden, it was three against one, and I still won. My Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Sword..."

"Returning the Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Sword technique? Others control two flying swords to perform this move, but you're just holding one in your hand and another behind you. You're just a half-baked amateur. You can't even do a basic dual-control move. It's just a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse."

"I...I'm your wife, and this is how you belittle your own wife?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"I'm telling you to tell the truth..."

Dong Yi was furious and almost wanted to bite his trouser leg like Cerberus did. This guy was really too annoying. Couldn't he say something nicer?

Looking at Chen Ming, Lucifer could tell he was clearly bullying Dong Yi for fun.

"Meow……"

Liuli glanced sideways at Lucifer, who had finally arrived, took a slight breath, and said—

"You're too late."

"..."

Lucifer looked at her, rarely seeing her so disheveled. He figured she must have worked very hard to protect her master.

He smiled and said—

"I'll give you something delicious when we get back."

"Meow~"

Liuli licked her paws, still looking haughty, but her tail swayed slightly, probably indicating that she was in a good mood.

Extra Chapter: Lantern Festival Lolita Romance

The Lantern Festival is actually a festival that is neither too big nor too small.

It seems like there's no holiday, but it's really just so-so. I've repeatedly emphasized that holidays without a day off aren't really holidays. Everyone's a bit materialistic, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Look at other countries' National Day, Spring Festival, Labor Day, Dragon Boat Festival... They all get holidays, but you don't. You're a disgrace.

Lantern Festival: QAQ.

However, it's a bit much to dismiss it entirely. At least it provides a reason to eat tangyuan, but Chen Ming doesn't really like overly sweet things, and tangyuan is just too sweet.

Eating a little bit occasionally is fine, but half a bowl at most will make you feel tired of it.

It's not that I don't like sweet things, but I can drink something like cola all day long because it's refreshing.

Ok……

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this holiday is completely useless.

Chen Ming scratched his head. He was a very ordinary person and generally wouldn't give a good look to holidays that had no use to him; he was rather ruthless.

And there's another rather troublesome reason...

"I'll go back to pay respects to my ancestors during the Lantern Festival."

"Do we also worship ancestors during the Lantern Festival?"

Spring Festival and Qingming Festival are one thing, but what is Lantern Festival... Lazy Chen Ming looks down on this festival, but he still gives way to his quirky mother.

He tried to say—

"There's no holiday for the Lantern Festival, right?"

"You stay at home all day supporting the girls, and you still care about whether you get a day off? Don't you get a day off every day?"

"..."

His mother's words immediately chilled him to the bone. He blushed, then received a scolding, which he was used to. But his mother's last sentence—

"They all look much fatter."

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, then looked at his stomach and couldn't help but pinch it... It couldn't be that exaggerated, could it...?

Not only women care about their figure, but men care about it very much too. Who would want others to say they are fat?

Who wants to admit they're fat?

Chen Ming wanted to find someone to comfort him, so he looked around...

"Hum hum……"

The landlady hummed a cute little tune, sprawled on the sofa playing on her phone, her two white-stockinged legs sticking out behind her, her dark red plaid skirt lightly covering her bottom.

Perhaps because the little girl was light and her chest was not fully developed, she could move very easily, unlike the great beauties like Raphael, who would feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Well…except for A-Fu, she can also lie comfortably without any hindrance. (1/1)

The little girl is on winter vacation, so she's still playing at home.

Chen Ming said—

"Landlady, look at me."

"Well?"

She turned her head, and her pigtails tilted slightly.

Chen Ming said—

"How about it?"

"What do you mean, how about it?"

"that is……"

Before speaking, Chen Ming decided to use the art of language. People are always compromisers; if you ask someone if they are fat, they will definitely say they are a little fat.

If you ask in a different way, such as "Am I thin or not?", as long as you're not actually fat, people will most likely just say you're not thin and won't mention the word "fat" at all.

well.

Chen Ming asked—

Am I too thin?

"..."

The little girl was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said—

"I'm a little worried that you'll flatten the older sisters."

"?"

Low emotional intelligence: You are fat.

High EQ: The sisters have good physical strength.

What kind of talk is that? That's way too much! What do you mean by "flattened"... making lewd jokes at such a young age...

Enraged, Chen Ming reached out to grab the little girl.

The landlady, having anticipated this, laughed and jumped behind the sofa, peeking out and sticking out her cute little tongue—

"A little bit..."

However, it was no use. Chen Ming grabbed her shoulders and pulled her out like a radish, then held her in his arms and roughly handled her, saying—

"I'll send you a box of exercise books later."

I was wrong!

The landlady hugged his neck and immediately strategically showed weakness, kissing him on the cheek. Chen Ming's heart melted instantly, but he still pretended to be angry.

"Come back to my hometown with me, you're free anyway."

"it is good."

There was no reason to refuse, and the little girl gently wiggled her white-stockinged feet.

Ah Fu, with his sharp ears, overheard their conversation and said—