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

They say students should go to bed early and get up early, but they're clearly the ones who get up early and can't stand seeing others sleep.

Dong muttered to himself, but as soon as he sat down at the table and looked at the two pancakes on it, he immediately smiled and said—

"If it weren't for the delicious food every day and the internet, I would definitely use a flying sword to cut you down..."

She only dared to speak like that when Chen Ming wasn't around; she wouldn't dare when he was, for fear he would cut off her internet connection.

The younger brother in a useless family has a relatively low social status.

dong dong dong...

"Huh? Who is it?"

Dongyi hadn't eaten anything when the doorbell rang.

Could it be the landlady?

Sometimes the landlady would come over for breakfast. She'd walk over in her slippers, pattering on the floor, scratching under her clothes, and say—

"Yes, yes, coming, it's the landlord, Xiao..."

Click.

The moment the door opened, Dongyi's words caught in his throat.

Her brown eyes looked at the person in front of her.

Her slender figure was perfectly smooth, her long gray hair flowed gracefully, and her gray eyes revealed a lively light. She carried a long black box on her back.

Fu Jianxian.

The big shot who has always been called a genius is now standing at the door, watching her, this truant and delinquent student.

It's like a mouse seeing a cat.

Dong instinctively shrank his neck.

Afu looked at her and said—

"Found you, Dongyi."

Chapter 71 Will You Marry Me?

Fu Jianxian is a very important person.

Don't be fooled by the fact that she lost to Lu Bu and seems weak; she's actually a pillar among the sword immortals, and she's still quite young.

Well, that's quite young for a sword immortal.

At the school, she also took on some teaching duties, and many people acknowledged her as their mentor, so Dongyi said that she founded her own school.

Dongyi himself had attended her classes, but found that they didn't quite align with her "Tao," so he stopped attending.

Okay, actually it's mostly laziness.

Our lazy and useless Sword Immortal Miss looked at the Sword Immortal Fu in front of her, like a worm in a gutter seeing the sun, somewhat unable to face him.

She twitched her lips and said—

"Yes, it's Lord Sword Immortal Fu..."

"Just call me A-Fu."

Afu is a down-to-earth and kind girl. She's easygoing and friendly with everyone, and very earnest. Looking around the room, she said—

"Dongyi, have you been living here since you came out?"

"Ah? Yes, yes..."

Dong Yi was somewhat at a loss. To be honest, she had never expected A Fu to come to her door so suddenly, and she had even opened the door for him. She had been far too careless.

Ah Fu said—

"It's not good to always skip classes."

"I have a reason for this... well, anyway, come on in."

There was no other way when things came to this, so we let Afu into the house first. We took out a pair of clean slippers and placed them under Afu's feet. Afu took off her shoes, and her black-stockinged legs and feet looked somewhat soft on the slippers.

She walked in and looked around.

There's a sofa and a coffee table, a dining table further away, what looks like a bedroom inside, a kitchen around the corner, and a bathroom on the other side.

It's a small rental room, but it has everything you need.

There were some books on the coffee table, some of them cookbooks, and a few summer homework assignments.

A stack of sweet rolls was on the table.

Did Mr. Chen Ming make it?

Afu wondered to himself.

Dongyi noticed Afu's gaze, his eyes darted around, and he said with a forced smile—

"Ah, Fu...would you like to grab something to eat? Have you had breakfast?"

If you let her call him A-Fu, then she really will be called A-Fu. Dong Yi is naturally outgoing, but it feels a bit strange to think that such an important person would be called A-Fu.

Like some random cat or dog.

A-Fu, however, didn't feel anything. She felt there was no need for overly formal titles; normal ones were fine. At school, many people called her Master Fu, Master, or Sister...

Something feels off.

Actually, Afu doesn't need to eat much. Once you reach a certain level of cultivation, the energy from food becomes less necessary.

but……

Mr. Chen Ming's cooking must taste pretty good, right?

Thinking it over, she nodded and then sat down properly. Dong Yi blinked; Fu Jianxian had actually agreed so easily?

He doesn't seem like a difficult person to talk to.

It's like no one at school dares to talk to her casually, making her seem a bit aloof? Actually, that's not her personality.

After all, they're in the top ten. In other anime, they'd be like the Ten Heavenly Kings... well, now that I mention it, they seem a bit like minor characters... but they really are amazing.

Of course, it pales in comparison to Lü Bu.

Lu Bu was no longer a genius.

It's a monster, it's a god!

He was the most talented sword immortal in history. (Probably)

There are two pancakes, one for each of the two people.

Dong took a big bite. The sweet aroma was still very strong even when it was cold. He could have a very fragrant breakfast every morning, which would sweep away his fatigue.

Afu took a small bite; it was a very gentle flavor, not too sweet but not bland either, very tolerant, with a light and refreshing taste.

Some say that a chef's cooking reflects his inner self. Is Mr. Chen Ming's heart really this gentle?

But actually, Chen Ming put in too little sugar.

Dong Yi also said—

"It's not sweet enough today, although it's still delicious."

"Mmm, it's delicious."

Afu ate the biscuit in small bites and quickly finished it. Dongyi even poured her a glass of cola to quench her thirst.

Ah Fu blinked, took a sip, and said—

"Delicious."

"Right, Chen Ming said drinking too much is bad. Tsk, the stuff those brewers make is good, but who can stand the taste?"

Dong Yi also took a sip. This was much better than those so-called immortal brews. To be honest... those people who chose to cultivate immortal brews and refine pills were truly terrifying.

If I had to describe it in one word—"disastrous cuisine."

In order to enhance their strength or obtain various effects, they have long since forgotten about taste, and each generation tastes worse than the last.

Ah Fu tilted his head and said—

I feel fine.

"...As expected of a big shot."

They can do what ordinary people cannot, therefore they are the big shots.

Just like how an ordinary man wouldn't dare to cross-dress, but someone else does, then that person is a cross-dressing master—it's the same idea.

Afu looked at Dongyi, who was dressed very casually and somewhat sloppily, and said—

"You're too lax. If you don't study harder, you'll fail the next exam."

"I...I have a reason for this."

The useless swordswoman scratched her head. In front of the serious A-Fu, her personality would be tormented by her conscience. She was too lazy to hold her head high in front of a serious person.

She thought for a moment and decided to shirk responsibility, saying—

"Actually, I want to study, but I'm imprisoned right now, so I can't."

"captivity?"

Afu looked at Dongyi and saw that she was completely unharmed, and that she was alone in the room with no restrictions...

What kind of imprisonment is this? At most, it's like being tricked into forgetting one's homeland.

Dong Yi thought about it for a moment and realized that it really didn't seem like he could convince others. He pinched the soft flesh around his waist; he had gained quite a bit of weight since coming here.

It's all Chen Ming's fault. He's always making delicious food, but what's the point of raising pigs here?

The male protagonist is definitely a pig-farming type.

Dong Yi frowned, considered for a moment, and said—

"Actually... well, it's because Chen Ming couldn't bear to let me go out, so I've been staying here."

"Mr. Chen Ming...you must be the owner of this house?"