My Demon Husband Is a Snake

I bit the tip of my tongue, releasing the Breaking Evil Force within my blood that allowed me to withstand Xuanjing's Charm Technique effectively, preventing me from being bewitched into jumping into the coffin.

"Wanwan, be careful," Bai Zanhe grabbed my hand and pulled me a little away from danger.

However, Xuanjing's grip on my hair was tight as death.

I cursed my bad luck in my heart, wishing I had brought scissors with me; I was about to have my scalp torn off by this thing.

Just as I was preparing myself for a desperate fight, a white figure swooped down from the sky at an astonishing speed. He was truly magnificent, a Heavenly Being in appearance.

His face was enchantingly devilish, nearly demonic, and he was dressed in the wide-sleeved, ancient attire of the Wei-Jin period.

It made him seem as graceful as a startled swan or a leisurely dragon.

With the silver light suddenly shining from the long sword in his hand, I thought he was going to slice off my hair.

In the flash of lightning, I only heard Xuanjing let out a miserable scream.

Blood splattered, and a human hand was severed.

Cold, sticky droplets of blood landed on my face. Touching them in shock, I muttered, "Yu Longting, you… you broke the Barrier."

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me for ten minutes? Why did you wander in here?" Yu Longting wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me into his embrace, while with his other hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

It made me seem like a disobedient troublemaker.

I felt indignant inside and retorted defensively, "It's not like I entered on purpose. The canopy boat had already been carried into the cave by the current when you told me; what could I do?"

"Still arguing, huh? With your abilities, you wouldn't need the Red Lantern to venture deep. Why not just wait for me where you were?" Yu Longting's voice vibrated with anger as he scolded me.

My eyes suddenly brimmed with the sourness of panic-driven grievances, but seeing his anxious and worried expression, I swallowed my tears and pretended to be cheeky to hide my own vulnerability, "Because it's cold in the water, and I would've been numb from the freeze if I stayed a bit longer. Do you have the heart to let Dumpling and I freeze? And you're scolding me for it!!"

"Alright, alright, my wife, I wronged you. Arguing over a dead fox is not worth it." Yu Longting quickly conceded, seeing that I was soaked by the river water, he not only took off his outer robe but even his inner garment.

He first wrapped me in the inner garment, then draped the outer robe over me.

My gaze inadvertently swept over the coffin, and I jumped in shock, "Yu Longting, the coffin is empty, Xuanjing is gone!"

The Nine Dragons Coffin Dragging, where Xuanjing had been lying, was now empty, leaving only a pile of bloodstains and a severed human hand.

Right behind me, an aura of malignant spirits emerged, along with Bai Zanhe's cries for help: "Save… save me... let go of me… what are you going to do…"

"What am I going to do…"

As that bone-chillingly cold and gentle voice echoed, I quickly turned around and saw Xuanjing, who had somehow circled behind Bai Zanhe.

The hand that wasn't severed was clutching Bai Zanhe's slender swan neck, with his entire body pressing against Bai Zanhe's back, and his lips were already kissing her cheek, "My son was not fully grown and was parted from the womb; he lacks a mother. Your family's graves are blessed and your body is exceptionally gifted, fortunate to serve as a mother for my son."

It should be black smoke billowing from a grave, shouldn't it!!

I had never seen such shameless audacity, presenting the role of carrying a revolting fox fetus as some grand and honorable duty.

Fury almost made my lungs explode, and just as I was about to lash out at him,

Yu Longting's long fingers covered my lips. He slightly curved the corners of his mouth in apparent admiration, looking at Xuanjing, "Tsk, Xuanjing, you've finally made some progress. You've got the nerve to impersonate my father, bluffing around. Not like that idiotic Ginseng, who only dreams of getting stewed for the old man."

"Shut up, what right do you have… the right to mention him, you are not fit to be the Dragon Emperor's son."

Xuanjing was furiously emotional, with the edges of his eyes terrifyingly red, as if smeared with fresh blood.

Yu Longting leaned arrogantly against the coffin behind him, twirling the end of my hair braid casually, the very picture of a cynical world-weary man, "Yeah, I'm not fit to be his son. Only you, a wild fox picked up from nowhere, have that right. If you love playing the son so much, I'll gladly cede you the role. Hey, you respect him so much, why did you dig up his coffin lid and bring it all the way from the Serpent Domain, even going to sleep in it yourself? Caused me a whole lot of trouble looking for you... do you even know?"