I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

After hanging up the phone, Li Cheng took the hat from the coat rack and put it on tide. The two walked out of the room and headed towards the street. Li Cheng looked up at the sky and was somewhat surprised to find that the clouds in the distance were faintly dim.

Is it going to rain? Come to think of it, the weather forecast did predict heavy rain recently.

Li Cheng didn't care too much. Even if it wasn't raining, he would always bring an umbrella when he took tide out, just in case it suddenly rained. So even if a heavy rain came, he wouldn't worry.

"Let's go, tide, I'm going to buy you new clothes."

Holding the little hand beside him, Li Cheng stepped forward and entered the crowd.

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Well, that concludes this volume.

To be honest, I initially just wanted to create a transitional plot, but somehow I ended up mixing up the main and supporting characters. I guess it's because I don't have enough experience writing books... Anyway, from now on, I will try my best to focus on the protagonist's side.

Then comes Volume Four, which is the first minor climax of the book as outlined in the book.

Thinking about it carefully, I really have to say this in advance: I will not write a bad ending. Although the protagonist will encounter hardships and setbacks, they are all for the sake of the character's growth, and the final result will definitely be good. It's just that the process will not be smooth sailing.

Volume Four will reveal some of the foreshadowing laid earlier, and it's quite important in terms of the story's structure. So... so... if you find a certain scene a bit heartbreaking for the protagonist, don't worry, things will definitely turn around in the end.

Yes, that's it. So please look forward to Volume Four, "What I Protect With This Flesh and Blood"!

Chapter 64 Prologue: Flowers Falling in a Dream

In the very beginning, my earliest memories are of that small mud house, my old home in the countryside, that dark, dilapidated little house.

My mother was always nagging, always walking around the house in her dirty apron. She always found something to do, washing clothes, dusting, sweeping and mopping, and so on. She always had inexhaustible energy to do these ordinary household chores.

His father was, as usual, never home. He worked in the mine and was extremely busy, rarely returning home. And even when he did come home, he always had a cold expression and didn't like to talk, which frightened his father, making him afraid to approach him.

These distant memories are always blurry; I can't recall the order of events or the sequence of time. But, there will always be some things—some inconspicuous fragments, some scattered scenes—that remain in my not-so-bright mind.

Just like the long furrow outside the door, just like the large peach orchard behind the house, and the cherry tree in front of the house, and that snotty little boy who always followed behind him. That incredibly stupid boy who believed everything he was told.

The two of them would run around the fields all day long, chasing dragonflies and catching grasshoppers. In the summer, they would climb trees and pick peaches and cherries. They weren't afraid of whether there were bugs inside; they would just wash them and put them directly into their mouths, refusing to change even when they got diarrhea.

His mother's voice always rang out at dusk, audible no matter how far away. He would shout back in response, letting his voice echo across the empty fields. The silly boy always liked to shout along with him, even though the other's parents weren't around, only a hard-of-hearing old woman was at home.

Although it's blurry, it was indeed a simple and happy memory.

What happened next?

Later, probably after attending his mother's funeral and being unable to find his father, he was sent to his uncle's house in the city to start school and learn to be independent. For some reason, his memories of this period are not very vivid; he only remembers his very serious uncle, the policeman, who constantly taught him to become a useful young person to society and someone who could help others.

Come to think of it, my ambitions were gradually established under the influence of my uncle.

Life in the city was tough; I had to learn so much and constantly train. My uncle always pushed me, always urging me to learn as much as possible. I must have hated him back then, even though he no longer thinks that way now.

But he remembered it very clearly, extremely clearly, the moment he brought the acceptance letter home after being accepted into the Special Police Academy. His usually stern uncle, clutching the letter, knelt on the ground and wept uncontrollably, snot dripping from his nose.

"Shuyun, I raised your son to be a successful person! I raised him to be a successful person!"

At that moment, his uncle's heart-wrenching cries, his face etched with a mixture of sorrow and happiness, were etched exceptionally clearly in his heart. Only then did he realize that even a resilient and mature man like his uncle could have moments when he couldn't control his emotions.

Ah, and then, what happened again?

I remember now. He continued to study and train diligently at school, striving to improve himself. His combat skills surpassed those of many veteran instructors, his marksmanship rivaled that of military snipers, and his theoretical grades were always among the best. He was a celebrity in the academy, the pride of the dean, and a designated member of the Azure Dragon Commando Team.

All the glory was surrounding him; even among the outstanding students of all years, there was no one more outstanding than him.

Also, it was around that time that he encountered that silly boy who always followed him in the countryside, that short, clumsy boy, that snotty-nosed fool.

It was also at that time that he was shocked to learn that the silly boy was actually not a silly boy, but a silly girl.

What surprised him even more was that the silly girl would grow up to be such a smart and beautiful girl.

That very afternoon, the girl in the white dress, the girl with long black hair dancing in the wind, the girl with bright brown eyes, overlapped with the silly, snotty-nosed child from the past in his eyes.

They reunited and reconnected. The girl, now also highly educated, had come to the academy with her professor for a joint research project. It was this inexplicable fate, this peculiar destiny, that brought them together again under these circumstances.

How they became friends, how they fell in love, and how they got married—those memories are hazy. But whenever he thinks about it, that sweet, honey-like feeling remains unforgettable. Like the white light streaming through the window, the solemn voice of the officiant, and her sweet smile.

They exchanged rings, kissed each other, and made a vow that they would be the closest people in the world from then on, promising to spend their lives together.

So, it's a promise then. From today onwards, we will be together forever and will absolutely never be apart.

Yes, it's a promise, and it's a promise that must be kept no matter what.

This vow and smile, like a branding iron, melted into their hearts, binding them together.

So what happened next? What happened then?

Li Cheng suddenly froze on the spot.

Where am I?

There was no light, no stars, no walls; he stood in a pitch-black world. No matter which direction he looked, he couldn't see anything; no matter where he was, there was nothing there.

Why am I here? What kind of place is this?

"dad."

That familiar voice, one that can never be forgotten. A voice tinged with timidity and hesitation, yet so tenderly etched in my heart.

Li Cheng turned around and looked at the little girl behind him. She had familiar long black hair and familiar brown eyes. Her hand was gently outstretched and tugged at the hem of his clothes. She was a timid, thin little girl following behind him.

"So, you were here..."

He crouched down, reached out his hands, and pulled the small, thin body into his arms, holding her tightly as if to confirm her presence. Her body was icy cold, her fingers slightly bluish-purple, clearly indicating she was quite frostbitten. Holding her, Li Cheng could feel her body trembling; she was obviously freezing.

"dad."

The girl hugged Li Cheng tightly and called out softly again.

"Yes, Dad, I'm here."

With his eyes closed, Li Cheng responded softly.

"Daddy, tide, it's so cold."

"It's okay, Daddy's here. Daddy's very warm. Hug Daddy and you won't be cold."

"Dad, tide, I can't find you."

"It's okay, Dad is here now, Dad has returned."

"Daddy, please don't leave Xi again, okay?"

"No problem, Daddy will never leave again. Daddy will stay forever. Daddy will be with tide every day, forever and ever. He will never leave again, never leave."

"Really……"

"Really, really! Daddy promises, Daddy will cook for you every day, Daddy will take you out to play every day, Daddy will take you to buy new clothes, going to the amusement park is no problem, eating at a buffet is fine too, going to the beach is no problem either. Whatever you want, wherever you want to go, Daddy will agree to it, Daddy will be with you, Daddy will always be by tide's side!"

"..."

"tide? tide? Why aren't you saying anything, tide?"

"..."

"tide? Hey, tide? Please, tide, this time, Daddy really isn't lying to you! It's true, I'm not lying to you! Tell me, Xi, you'll stay with me too, right? Right? Xi? tide!"

Suddenly losing his balance, Li Cheng fell to the ground. He instinctively reached into his clothes, only to realize that he had nothing on him. This was still an empty world, and his clothes were still empty; there had been nothing from the very beginning.

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Opening his eyes, Li Cheng stared blankly at the dim ceiling in front of him. He stiffly stretched his limbs and looked around before finally confirming that he was in his own room.

Was it all a dream?

"Cheng?"

A soft, gentle call came from beside him.

Li Cheng turned his head, a strand of golden hair brushing against the tip of his nose. Then, he felt a slight weight on his chest, and his eyes met a pair of purple pupils.

"tide?"

Li Cheng called out absentmindedly.

"Cheng, are you unhappy?"

The blonde little girl nestled against Li Cheng's chest, propping her head up with her hand, and spoke with some confusion.

Li Cheng was silent for a moment, then reached out and hugged the girl tightly.

"Ugh, Cheng? Cheng?"

Slightly startled by Li Cheng's sudden action, the girl nervously called out Li Cheng's name, but did not struggle violently, clearly still trusting the person in front of her.

"Don't move, just let me hold you, I'm sorry, tide, I just... I just..."

Feeling the warm breath of the girl in his arms, Li Cheng's voice seemed to be stuck, unable to come out smoothly.

"Good boy, good boy."

Unexpectedly, tide, who was in his arms, paused for a moment, then took out one hand and stroked Li Cheng's hair, gently touching Li Cheng's head.

"tide?"

Li Cheng didn't quite understand.

"tide, I'm here. I won't go anywhere else. Cheng, don't be afraid. tide is with you."

Reaching out to hug Li Cheng, the little girl in her arms spoke very gently.

Ah, yes, how could I forget? Anyway, she's still here, she's still by my side, and she'll always be with me.

"Thank you, tide."

Gently holding tide's slender body, letting her continue stroking his head, Li Cheng closed his eyes and softly said.

"Ah."

tide also responded in a soft voice.

"Really, thank you, tide."