My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Yu Longting's tone shifted, "If you agree to my request, I'll let you sleep in my arms."

"Get away, I'm not the least bit sleepy, and you're being presumptuous," I said, a flare of irritation rising within me, pushing the approaching Yu Longting away.

I would rather die of exhaustion than submit to evil forces.

In the end, I fell asleep cradling my chin, unknowingly, and when I woke up, I had expected to be shivering with cold, but my body was exceptionally warm.

A robe of ancient design was draped over my shoulders, and someone held me tightly from behind.

To prevent me from rolling off the bamboo raft in my sleep.

The cool breath flowed past my ear, gently caressing it.

My heart slightly moved, creating ripples of emotion, and I held my breath quietly, wishing for these moments to last a little longer.

"Pretending to sleep?" Yu Longting's keen sense picked up on my awakening quickly.

He loosened the arms that were tightly holding me, without lingerance.

Ahead was a mist of green fog.

Guessing, I figured it was likely the Poison Barrier of Barbarian Village; I searched for the herbal pouch Granny Long had made from my bosom, "Is that the Poison Barrier ahead? I have a herbal pouch that wards off poison, if everyone gets closer, it should work."

"There's no need for such trouble." From Yu Longting's sleeve flew out a Crystal Snake, completely transparent, it dove into the river and swam deftly, leading the way.

This Poison Barrier was quite peculiar, likely created by a special Formation.

By following a certain path, one could avoid being harmed by the poison.

I watched as the bamboo raft pushed a waterway open, and the outline of the small island of Barbarian Village became clearer and clearer before my eyes, and I began to worry, "With so many corpses on this raft, how are we going to explain it?"

"That is indeed troublesome," the two Taoists recalled, both furrowing their brows.

Although the Celestial Master Sect and these people of Barbarian Village were pitted against each other by the Yellow Skins' design.

Still, these Barbarian Villagers ultimately died at the hands of the Celestial Master Sect.

The Celestial Master Sect also lost three people, and their bodies could only be temporarily left in that tea pavilion.

I suggested, "It might be best not to mention the skirmish between your sides before we reach the dock; otherwise, I'm afraid the Barbarian Villagers might not accept it even if they know it was a trap set by the Yellow Skins."

"Madam of the Snake Lord is right, but how should we explain it…" the Taoist began, but before he could finish.

At that moment, the raft shook and touched shore.

"Has the High Priest returned?" someone on the shore called out.

I saw a crowd gathering at the riverbank, with Barbarian Villagers braving the rain to await the High Priest's return with the "Dragon King's Bride," creating a rather spectacular scene with buzzing and speculation, "Why does the Dragon King's Wife look so unfamiliar? She's not that girl from the Bai Family."

"But this one is pretty too, probably a better choice selected by the High Priest."

...

In this situation, they were many and powerful.

The two Taoists both gripped the soft swords at their sides, ready for a fight at any moment.

Yu Longting, upon hearing the words Dragon King's Wife, frowned deeply.

Almost enough to squash a fly.

On the shore, an old man with a white beard spotted the proud Yu Longting standing at the forefront of the raft, gasped in an exaggerated whisper, and fell to his knees, "Lord Dragon God!! You are Lord Dragon God!! Ladies and gentlemen, it's… it's Lord Dragon God himself who has come, quickly… quickly… kneel down, and pay your respects to Lord Dragon God."

"Oh, you still recognize me?" Yu Longting took hold of my hand, stepping off the bamboo raft with the grace of an Immortal, spawning lotus flowers with each step, the umbrella in his hand still sheltering my head.

The gazes of dozens of Barbarian Villagers were cast upon me.

Mostly baffled, but some curious.

My mind teemed with doubts; could it be, after all this time, that the one who had forcibly taken the village girls as the Dragon God was none other than Yu Longting himself?

Impossible, Yu Longting wouldn't do such a thing.

What am I thinking?

Yu Longting, already tormented to the brink of death having me, even gave me his Life Lamp.

How would he have the energy to marry again and offer another lamp?

How many lamps could he possibly have to give?

The white-bearded old man, gasping for air, seemed like he could pass out from excitement at any moment, "Dragon… Dragon… Your image has always been venerated in the temple, a place only the village chiefs could gaze upon. Since I became village chief of Barbarian Village, I've worshipped you daily without fail, and I dare not slack off or forget your countenance… I implore Lord Dragon God to take pity and continue to protect our Barbarian Village..."