My Demon Husband Is a Snake

The elderly man held a lollipop in his left hand and a mouthful of colorful cotton candy in his right, sucking away with glee.

I immediately gave up on pressing Xiao Li for answers and approached the elder, "The devil is your disciple, Elder Zhang Zidao; has your wallet been stolen? How did you get yourself into such a disheveled state?"

In less than half a month, the same man who would sit in business class seats on high-speed trains worth over a thousand yuan.

The Zhang Zidao who wore custom-tailored Sun Yat-sen suits, exuding pride and strictness from every pore, how did he end up looking so pitiable?

If it weren't for his familiar calling of "good disciple," I would have thought I had encountered his twin brother.

"Realm of Simplicity, the heart of a rascally child."

Yu Longting slowly uttered eight words.

Not really understanding, I looked at him only to hear Yu Longting continue to explain, "He is about to face the calamity of ascension; this is the state of mind before the ordeal."

"So, it's the state of mind from cultivation that made him... become..." Like a beggar?

I never imagined that cultivation in the Mystic Sect could actually change a person's character.

It transformed Zhang Zidao from an aloof and upright elder of an Orthodox Sect into this.

However, it's quite reminiscent of Hung Chikung God from the Legends of the Condor Heroes.

Zhang Zidao suddenly lit up with excitement, staring at the Shenshen in my arms, "That looks really delicious, seems very nourishing."

"Young Madam... I'm scared..."

Xiao Shenshen, coveted all year round, came with a sensitive alertness.

He immediately woke up with apprehension in my arms, shrinking back.

I protected Xiao Shenshen, warning like a mother hen guarding her chick, "Don't even think about eating my Xiao Shenshen."

"Can't you take a joke? You, my good disciple, have become so unlovable," grumbled Zhang Zidao.

At this moment, two Taoists made their way hurriedly over, covered in dust.

One of the Taoists carried a beggar's chicken, while the other carried a piece of roast pork belly oozing with fragrance, "Elder Ancestor, we've bought the food you wanted, anything else you need?"

"Yes, indeed, we are at your full service, brother and I."

This familiar bootlicking scent.

I was taken aback, recognizing the two Taoists, "You two are disciples from a branch of the Celestial Master Sect."

"Good disciple, this one is Zhang Sanxia, and that's Zhang Sibin." Zhang Zidao grabbed the beggar's chicken, munching away with oil around his mouth as he introduced unbidden, "Ah San, Ah Si, call her Senior Sister, from now on, follow her and heed her commands."

Upon hearing this, both Taoists, Zhang Sanxia and Zhang Sibin, were also utterly baffled.

Under the threatening gaze of Zhang Zidao, they awkwardly greeted Yu Longting and me, "Greetings Senior Sister, greetings Brother-in-law."

At this very moment, Xiao Li and Beichen, who had clearly been put through the wringer by Zhang Zidao these past days, wore faces that spoke volumes.

"What 'Brother-in-law'? I haven't yet accepted Snake Lord as the man of my disciple," Zhang Zidao quickly finished off an entire chicken, leaving only bones strewn about.

He wiped his oily hands directly onto his Taoist robe, "I'm full, let's go, let's go home."

With that, he tossed a clay jar to Xiao Li.

Xiao Li's face went pale as she hurriedly caught it, and holding it in her hands, she could hardly believe it was true, "He... just returned the Ice Silkworm like that?"

"Girl, I'm giving you back your Ice Silkworm, aren't you happy?" Zhang Zidao looked back at her.

Xiao Li forced out a smile uglier than crying, "Happy, very happy."

Zhang Zidao then turned back, satisfied, and hummed a tune as he entered the small courtyard rented by Beichen, as though it was his own house.

It's like a real-life version of a cuckoo claiming a nest.

Seeing Xiao Li's struggle, I asked, "How did you guys manage to provoke him?"