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

Dressed in black robes, his upright posture exuded a heroic air, and a black longsword was strapped to his back.

Her dark purple eyes caught sight of A-Fu, and her serious face brightened with joy as she said—

"Master, you're back."

"mysterious?"

Afu looked at the woman in front of him. She could be considered her apprentice, but in reality, she had only taught her a few things. She felt a little embarrassed to be called "master" all the time.

Ah Fu shook his head and said with a smile—

"Alright, time's almost up. Let's talk as we walk."

"it is good."

Xuan followed behind Afu, glanced at Afu's slender back, hesitated for a moment, and said—

"Why did Master suddenly disappear?"

"Hmm... I'm going out for a walk to clear my head."

"I see..."

Xuan remained silent. She knew her master's personality; he was never very attentive to his surroundings. Although he wasn't cold-hearted, his way of handling things made him seem somewhat aloof.

If it were the old Afu, he wouldn't have said anything more, but would have silently walked ahead, guiding those who came after.

But now, she paused slightly, her gray eyes turning back to look at her disciple who had been following behind her.

Xuan stopped, looked at himself with some confusion, and then asked—

"What's wrong? Is there something strange about me today...?"

Xuan's voice abruptly stopped.

She widened her eyes slightly as she watched Afu reach out and gently pat her head.

Afu Dao—

I'm sorry to have worried you.

"master……"

Xuan was somewhat at a loss, yet also quite pleased. For a moment, he didn't know how to react.

Looking at Xuan in front of her, Afu seemed to be able to feel the care from others. It turned out that there had always been people behind her who cared about her and supported her.

Why did I keep ignoring this before?

Afu smiled slightly and said—

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Master... has something happened to you?"

Xuan felt that her master had changed quite a bit. Although it wasn't visible on the outside, her master used to never touch her head like this.

After Afu removed his hand, Xuan touched the top of his head with his own hand...

I never want to wash my hair again in my life.

Afu shook his head slightly and said—

"It was just that I received some preferential treatment."

"Being taken care of?"

"Then I learned to pat his head like he did, and I found that reassuring."

"Hey?"

Xuan widened his eyes and tilted his head. What was his master talking about? Being taken care of and having his head patted? The more Xuan thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

My master probably doesn't have any elders left, so who would dare to pat his head... Could it be...?

Xuan clenched his fist, but still smiled and said—

"Who is it? The person who took care of my master. I really want to thank them in person."

Afu blushed slightly as she thought of him and said—

"A busybody... Alright, time is running out, let's hurry up and go."

"..."

Xuan looked at A Fu's back. If it were before, A Fu would have had a sense of melancholy, like a hero in his twilight years, but now, he exuded a sense of peace.

She had a feeling that her current mentor might be able to reach a new level.

but……

It was clearly a good thing, but Xuan couldn't feel simply happy.

Who is it?

The person who helped his mentor overcome her mental obstacles, the person who opened her heart...

I was the one who did it first...

Xuan's eyes flickered uncertainly.

……

……

Afu and Xuan arrived at the training ground riding flying swords.

The sword immortals all looked over and greeted the sword immortal with a talisman.

Most sword immortals, like Afu, wear school uniforms with blue shirts and black skirts. After all, sword immortals generally don't care much about their appearance and wear whatever they have.

However, it doesn't have to be dressed like that. For example, Xuan wore simple and unadorned black robes, which were plain and understated.

However, there is one unique flower that stands out from the crowd.

Its small body, like that of a child, was dressed in a large yellow coat with the words "Delivery Company" written on it.

It seems she was only wearing this one piece of clothing, which covered her thighs.

She glanced at A-Fu, waved, and said—

"Fu, come here."

"...You came out of the Sword Tomb?"

Afu led Xuan to her side.

Xuan greeted him—

"Hello, Senior Huang Yi."

Hello, Xuan.

Huang Yi smiled at her, then looked at A Fu and said—

"Do you need me to avenge you?"

"what?"

"That girl Lü Bu, I'll beat her up for you... Well, actually I'm not sure. It's really true that the younger generation surpasses the older one. I feel like I've wasted all these years of my life."

Huang Yi said this, but her expression was still smiling, showing no sign of frustration.

Afu's gaze drifted to a secluded corner, fixed on that unparalleled figure. Before, she had only ever seen Lu Bu's overwhelming power.

But now, what she sees more is a girl all alone.

"...It's okay."

"what?"

Huang Yi tilted her head.

Ah Fu said—

"Winning or losing doesn't matter."

"..."

Huang Yi's eyes widened slightly; this didn't sound like something the serious and proper Fu Jianxian would say. Then she frowned slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

"Fu, could it be that you..."

Before Huang Yi could finish speaking, everyone's attention was drawn to the center of the arena, where a woman in a gauze dress descended from the sky on a flying sword.

There was a red mark on her forehead.

It landed lightly and silently on the ground.

Her eyes swept around, and she said—

"The martial arts demonstration begins; proceed according to the sequence number."

The martial arts demonstration has begun.

Huang Yi didn't look at the arena, but at Fu, who now exuded a natural aura.

"...That's really interesting."

She smiled slightly.

Chapter 82 The Man Who Pushes His Luck

The morning sunlight was quite pleasant.

He rested his chin on his hand on the table, gazing at Lucifer's white hair, red eyes, and warm, moist lips... their soft, supple texture made him imagine how incredibly sweet a bite would be...

The old pervert was criticized.

Lucifer glanced at him indifferently. He no longer concealed his emotions; every time he looked at her, his eyes seemed to be filled with a madness.

They want everything and are always pushing their luck.

I need to hug her every day. Today I started burying my face in her neck, it tickles.

Today's breakfast is leftovers from yesterday.