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

However, there was still one question. Miss Hong hesitated for a moment, looked at Chen Ming, and asked—

"Um... I saw a very pretty girl before, wasn't she Mr. Chen Ming's girlfriend?"

"Well..."

Chen Ming licked his lips. Sure enough, here it comes. How am I going to explain having so many women in my family?

Chen Ming scratched his head and said ambiguously—

"We all have feelings..."

"..."

Miss Hong understood; the person in front of her was building a harem. She paused slightly, then awkwardly looked away and said—

"Um... I'm sorry to ask such a personal question."

"It's okay, but please don't tell anyone, it would be bad if it caused any problems."

"Hmm... Is Mr. Chen Ming very rich? Ah, no, I didn't mean that all the girls are after your money, ah, no, ahhhhh, what am I saying... I'm sorry..."

Miss Hong started apologizing again as she spoke; she's someone who loves to apologize.

Chen Ming smiled and said—

"I'm almost broke, and I need their help to make ends meet."

Of course, this only applies after excluding Qin Hui's portion of the money.

Miss Hong blinked, smiled, and said—

"Is that so? Then you must really like her."

"what?"

"If you're willing to share life's burdens together, then you must truly like each other, that's what I think."

Miss Hong nodded. As long as they like it, it's fine. It's someone else's business anyway. As long as it's not forced, it's okay. Although it's still a bit of a jerk, right?

Seeing that Miss Hong had let it go, Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to maintain the neighborly relationship.

Glug glug...

Miss Hong looked at her stomach, her face flushed, and as soon as she relaxed, she felt hungry and touched her stomach.

He smiled sheepishly at Chen Ming.

"Sorry, I was just about to go get breakfast."

"I'm the one who's sorry for keeping you waiting. How about I go home and get you some breakfast? We make it at home."

"Is that alright? We can enjoy Mr. Chen Ming's cooking again."

Miss Hong swallowed hard.

Chen Ming looked at her and said with a smile—

"Of course, but I'm a little surprised that Miss Hong is up so early today. She usually gets up around noon."

"Well..."

Miss Hong scratched her head sheepishly and said—

"Actually, I haven't gone to sleep yet. I plan to have breakfast before going to sleep."

"...You stayed up all night."

Chen Ming shook his head helplessly and said—

"You should go to bed earlier from now on, you're all unkempt..."

He looked at Miss Hong, who was dressed in a sloppy short-sleeved shirt, had heavy dark circles under her eyes, and her bangs almost covered her eyes.

Chen Ming looked at the pair of eyes peeking out from under his bangs and said with a smile—

"With such beautiful eyes, Miss Red would look stunning if she dressed up properly."

"Hey?"

Miss Hong looked at the man in front of her and blushed slightly. Is this what a harem man is like? Even his casual remarks make people so shy.

What's wrong? Isn't this enough? Do you want more?

Chen Ming went downstairs, served Miss Hong a bowl of porridge, and took a plate of pancakes, saying—

"I've already warmed up. A little warm porridge will help me sleep better. Shall I take the trash out for you? It was too dirty here, so I cleaned it up."

"oh oh……"

Miss Hong slowly sipped her porridge, watching him.

Why are you being so considerate?

It really won't work; I still have people I'm waiting for.

Miss Hong kept her head down, not wanting him to see her expression.

Chapter 87 White Gate Tower

The martial arts exercise was coming to an end.

Every match that followed was extremely intense; not everyone could witness the clash of the strongest, and everyone had to retreat far away.

call out!

Two figures streaked across the sky like lightning.

boom!

It pierced through a mountain peak, yet its momentum remained undiminished.

As rubble fell and chaos ensued, Huang Yi gritted her teeth, watching the slender figure that was chasing after her.

"Ah Fu! You're going to die for hitting your wife like that!"

Huang Yi always tries to gain an advantage verbally, and her hands are just as quick. Dozens of flying swords extend from behind her, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

No one can control countless flying swords so skillfully as Huang Yi, without relying on any formation; she herself is the formation.

The flying sword sliced ​​through the air, the air itself seemed to groan, and the deadly sword energy filled every crevice.

retreat?

With a flick of her slender hand, Afu unleashed a spinning slash that followed the blade beside her.

His cold, expressionless face showed no fear in the face of the dense barrage of flying swords, nor did he even think of dodging. His gray eyes gleamed with an eerie light, facing death head-on.

"Ok?"

The purple-eyed woman in the air frowned slightly, the red mark on her forehead having an eerie feel to it, as she watched A-Fu's movements.

"What is this, Sword Immortal Fu..."

Those watching the martial arts demonstration were surprised that A Fu would break through from the front. Did that sword formation-like attack have any chance of breaking through from the front?

Afu's sword tip accurately pierced the spine of one of the swords, slightly deviating from its trajectory.

Huang Yi's expression hardened slightly.

It's no use; she controls the flying sword as easily as using her own arms, and she'll be able to do it soon...

Click...

"what?"

Huang Yi was surprised to see that her and A Fu's flying swords broke together, and her control over the flying swords became chaotic for a moment.

This is the moment I've been waiting for.

Afu weaved through the dense flying swords, the most dangerous one slightly slicing her pretty face, leaving a trace of blood, before piercing through the falling rocks with undiminished momentum.

He actually broke through Huang Yi's sword stance, and then when A Fu came to Huang Yi's side, he curled his fingers.

Snapped!

"what!"

Huang Yi covered her forehead, flicked by A Fu, and said with tears in her eyes—

"Why do you have to do it again? It hurts."

Huang Yi's physical condition was already beyond resistance when she was brought to such close range, but A Fu still maliciously attacked her.

She smiled and said—

"Others also play this on me, and I find it quite interesting."

"...Who is it? Honey, are you having an affair?"

Huang Yi was still being cheeky, so A Fu couldn't help but give her a tap on the forehead.

The woman with purple eyes landed steadily in the air, looked at A-Fu, and said—

"symbol."

"teacher."

Afu looked at the woman with purple eyes and nodded to her.

The woman with purple eyes stared at her for a long time, seemingly lost in thought, and then said—

"If anything happens, you can talk to me."

"I understand, I'm sorry to have worried you."

Afu scratched his head. He had indeed been a bit down after being defeated by Lü Bu, but he was fine now.

The woman with purple eyes looked at her, and a rare smile appeared on her usually indifferent face. She said—

"Now there's another layer of concern..."

"what?"

"It's nothing. Whatever it is, it's a trial."

With that, the purple-eyed woman returned to the sky to continue her martial arts demonstration.