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

As soon as he said it, he realized something was amiss. What was the intention of a muscular man bringing a beautiful girl home in the middle of the night?

It's impossible that there was no ulterior motive.

Unless the girl can bend the steel pipe.

She looked at what she had done, then looked back at him, and said—

"Even though I've already said it, you really are strange."

"How to say?"

"You should be able to guess that I'm not an ordinary person, right? Aren't you scared?"

"To be honest... there is a little bit..."

Chen Ming gave a wry smile. He had always been someone who hated trouble, but this time he had taken the initiative to approach her... Was it really because she was pretty? Her looks were a plus? Did she think there was nothing to be afraid of?

That's so stupid.

Lust is a double-edged sword.

She sighed. If he was afraid, he shouldn't force himself. But after waiting a while and seeing that he hadn't given up, she said—

"Alright then, let's go."

Anyway, she has nowhere to go now.

He smiled and said—

"This way."

Take her with you and walk back.

Along the way, he had time to ask about all the questions he had previously had, and like a curious child, he asked—

"How did you know I would have an accident? Is it a superpower?"

"No, I just saw a scavenger staring at you."

"what is that?"

Chen Ming felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be something unclean?

She said—

"A guy who feeds on death."

"Was he trying to kill me?"

"No, carrion eaters only wait for death to come, and then absorb the fate that has dissipated prematurely."

Seeing his bewildered expression, she could only add—

"It's a vulture that eats carrion."

"Ah, I understand."

So it's just picking up corpses to eat, which means it doesn't actually harm anyone, right? At most, it's just failing to help someone in distress, since that's how they make a living...

Although Chen Ming believes that it is wrong to stand by and watch someone die, he would like to help if he has the ability, but of course there is nothing he can do if he doesn't.

Oh, right, he suddenly thought of a very serious problem. He looked at her and asked—

"Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Chen Ming."

"Hmm, Chen Ming... a strange person."

She nodded, indicating that she understood. She had already mentally noted him as a strange guy.

Chen Ming blinked and said—

"how about you?"

"I?"

The two walked onto the bridge, and she held onto the stone handrail.

call……

The night breeze gently caressed her white hair. Her red eyes turned to look at him. The bright morning star shone in the sky, creating a mesmerizing effect.

Her voice came through—

"People call me... Lucifer."

He stared at her blankly for a moment, then said—

"Lucifer, isn't he a demon?"

She was clearly as beautiful as an angel.

Chapter 6 Lucifer Likes Dumplings

"demon?"

Lucifer tilted his head but didn't say anything, following beside him, his bare feet on the ground.

He was just saying it casually; maybe it's just a coincidence of names? And even if it is a demon, after so much interaction, one can feel a little more at ease.

The other party is not a bad person.

should.

He looked at the sky and said—

"You said you came from above, could it be that..."

"It's in the sky."

She confirmed his question and then said—

"I fell again."

"Again? Why do you say 'again'?"

Had she fallen more than once? Chen Ming looked at her disheveled appearance; she didn't even have a pair of shoes. It seemed that falling from up there was no pleasant experience.

Lucifer frowned, seemingly thinking very seriously for a moment, then looked at him with his red eyes and said—

"...Did I just say 'again'?"

"Hmm? You did say that."

What do you mean? Is he already so forgetful at such a young age? Although Chen Ming is sometimes forgetful, he can't remember what he said as soon as he turns his head.

Did you get brain damage from the fall?

Lucifer tilted his head, looking deep in thought, and finally sighed, saying—

"Never mind, I think I forgot."

"forget?"

"It might have fallen once, or it might have fallen twice, I can't remember."

Lucifer himself was quite nonchalant, saying—

"If you've forgotten, you've forgotten. It's nothing."

He nodded, though he didn't understand at all.

What does it mean to fall from the sky, and why does it fall? These are all quite puzzling questions.

It's not entirely unfounded to speculate.

He wondered who he was fighting with. He thought about the legend of Lucifer, and it seemed that he did indeed have a very bad relationship with the heavens.

……

The two walked together into a rented room. The room, including the balcony, was a full 60 square meters and was divided into a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

Moreover, the rent is very cheap.

It has convenient access to water and electricity, and also has internet access.

At the time, Chen Ming felt that he had really hit the jackpot. Although the house was indeed very old, giving people a feeling of the 1980s, and the wires were exposed, it was really good.

However, he wouldn't be staying there for long; he would move to the shop afterward, where it was more spacious and had its own bedroom. There was no need for him to rent another place.

He took slippers from the shoe cabinet, placed them at Lucifer's feet, and said—

"Come in."

"Ah."

Lucifer looked at the small rented room and followed him inside.

Red eyes scanned the various cookbooks and snack recipes on the table, while the trash can was stuffed with flattened spice containers.

Headphones and clothes were carelessly tossed on the sofa, and crumpled pieces of paper lay on the floor, making the place look rather messy.

His face flushed, and he said—

"Please sit here and wait while I tidy up."

He brought out a stool for her to sit on, and then cleaned up his clothes and trash first.

Lucifer picked up the pancake-making book from the table, flipped through a couple of pages, and said—

Is being a chef your interest?

"Oh? I'd say I'm somewhat interested. I'm working now, and I've opened a shop."

Chen Ming threw the clothes into the washing machine... So he really praised this rental room to the skies; it may be small, but it has everything you need.

The monthly rent is shockingly low.

The landlord is such a kind person.

Looking at the pile of food pictures on the table, Lucifer patted his stomach.

Actually, one pancake wasn't enough to fill me up.

Chen Ming, who was tidying up the kitchen, glanced at the refrigerator and suddenly felt a little hungry. He liked to have a late-night snack to satisfy his cravings and keep him full.

He poked his head out of the kitchen and said to Lucifer, who was sitting on a stool flipping through a food guide—