My Demon Husband Is a Snake

The night was dark, and the moon was high.

The village chief took matters into his own hands, dispersing the Poison Barrier surrounding the Dragon King Temple.

The water demons nurtured by the poison turned into gusts of black resentment, temporarily diving into the dark river water.

The grandiose temple appeared before my eyes.

I initially thought the so-called Dragon King Temple was just a small temple with red walls and glazed tiles that one might find among the commonfolk.

But I had never imagined it would be so magnificent. Just standing at the entrance, I was stunned by the towering temple doors, and the painted divine statues I could glimpse from here.

One could only see their knees, which indicated the immense size of the sculptures.

Suddenly, a small shadow flickered from an angle.

With a slippery scamper, it charged towards the great hall on its short legs, stumbling along the way.

The creature exuded Demon Qi yet appeared small in stature.

Could it be that another weasel had sneaked onto the island?

The village chief's thoughts were probably similar to mine, his expression growing grave.

Pulling a bayonet from his cane, he curved his aged body like a warrior and dashed to chop at the shadow's master.

I grabbed the village chief's arm in time, preventing him from alarming the creature.

The village chief turned to look at me in astonishment, and I shook my head at him.

A unique, faint fragrance permeated the hall, entering the nostrils with a particularly pleasant scent.

Weasels always carry a rank odor; there's no way they could smell of fresh herbs.

Under the moonlight stood a child clad in a thin red and yellow garment.

The child was short and slight, dressed far too scantily for the cold weather with his thin arms and legs sticking out from his shorts and short sleeves, as pale and delicate as lotus roots, with a bit of cute baby fat.

He was rounded and resembled a chubby doll from New Year pictures.

He was running so fast that the high threshold of the great hall tripped him up.

As a result, the child fell into the hall, chin-first, and started rubbing his pitiful little chin, tears streaming from the pain, "Wuu, it hurts so much."

His voice was soft, warm, and glutinous, carrying the innocence of a child.

The village chief paused, apparently not expecting that the shadow belonged to a toddler.

Could it be a child from one of the village households, sneaking a peek at the Dragon God in the middle of the night?

While I was pondering, the child continued to rub his reddened eyes, pitifully climbing to his feet.

Brushing the dust from his body, he approached a cushion in front of the shrine.

He knelt devoutly, his hands touching the ground as he prostrated himself in the highest form of worship.

After performing these rites, he knelt and sobbed tearfully, "Master, where exactly are you? Is it true that I'll only see you on the day you take a wife? I truly miss you so much, wuuu..."

Uh...

Several black ellipses slowly floated above my head, heh, if I'm not mistaken.

This glutinous little thing, wailing before the image of the Dragon God,

is the very Ginseng Spirit over whom the weasel and the Taoist from the Celestial Master Sect fought tooth and nail.

He's just too adorable. How could anyone bear to eat him?

"Once cooked, it's just Ginseng, no need for a guilty conscience," Yu Longting saw right through my inner conflict and whispered to me with a very soft voice.

Demon, freak! Such a big baddie!!

How could someone even think about eating such an adorable child and even intend to cook him?

Shenshen is so lovable, how could anyone consume Shenshen!!

I glared at Yu Longting, my face screaming, "You're a big baddie."

Yu Longting innocently touched his nose, that unrestrained, roguish expression as if to say that Shenshen was meant to be eaten, wife.

By then, the child had touched his belly, curled up tentatively, forming a shrimp-like posture, and knocked his head again, "Master, I am very hungry. May I eat... just one of your cakes?"

Let him eat!! Give him everything he wants to eat!!

This little tyke had me utterly charmed.

Then I saw him slowly crawl to the offering table, climbed upon it, and secretly took a piece of peanut crisp from the red offering plate, filled with guilt, "I'm sorry for secretly eating your cake, master. But I'm so hungry. Aww, wow, it's delicious~ So sweet~ So yummy. Thank you, master."