My Demon Husband Is a Snake

I was just about to open my mouth when I heard Yu Longting growling through clenched teeth, "You want me to forgive you?"

"That... Of course..." I felt uncertain inside.

I always felt that he would take the opportunity to propose some unreliable conditions.

Yu Longting's suppressed voice even took on the hiss of a snake, "Accept my Life Lamp."

One could imagine how furious I had made him.

"How could I do that? I definitely have to handle the mess I've made myself." I firmly refused.

Yu Longting' narrowed his eyes but surprisingly didn't insist.

His gaze fell on the weasel, carrying a towel with trembling paws, its green snake eyes gloomy.

"Snake Lord... towel..." The two weasels, upon meeting Yu Longting's murderous gaze, knelt down immediately, nearly petrified with fear.

Yu Longting expressionlessly took the towel and wiped the rainwater off my face and hair, then instructed the weasels, "Get the corpses of those Barbarian Villagers onto a bamboo raft."

"Yes, yes, will do right away." The weasels scurried into the rain and busily carried the bodies.

At this moment, Yu Longting stopped talking to me completely, his handsome face shrouded in a coldness as chilly as a layer of frost.

Compared to his previous gentleness, the angry Yu Longting felt terrifyingly unfamiliar to me.

Under Yu Longting's overpowering and terrifying presence, I didn't have the courage to sweet-talk or ask for forgiveness, but instead clung pitifully to a corner of his garment, looking helplessly at him.

How important the Life Lamp was, representing the existence of one's soul.

Once the soul perished, there wouldn't even be a chance for reincarnation, an entirely different level of significance compared to the inner core, cultivation, or Spiritual Power.

How could I possibly agree to his demand to accept his Life Lamp?

The two weasels, after moving the corpses, hurried back to report to Yu Longting.

"Just attach to any corpse and take charge of the raft, to take us to Barbarian Village." Yu Longting's gaze was lowered, the depths of his eyes emanating a cold, inorganic glint.

The weasels shrunk back, not daring to disobey.

I was so immersed in the surprise of reuniting with Yu Longting that I had forgotten about Bai Zanhe, who had shared hardships with me all night.

It wasn't until we were about to head for Barbarian Village that I remembered her.

I approached Bai Zanhe, who was squatting by the wall, and scratched my head, embarrassed, "Sorry, I was so focused on talking with my boyfriend that I almost forgot about you. We're going to Barbarian Village, do you want to come with us?"

"Can I... not go back to Barbarian Village?" Bai Zanhe asked me weakly.

I was initially surprised by her question, but then I understood, "Of course, you can."

"My grandfather was driven to death by the village chief's family. I now have no... feelings for Barbarian Village..." Bai Zanhe twisted the beautifully embroidered hem of her garment in her hands, her eyes somewhat empty.

This girl struck me as outwardly fragile, yet inwardly determined.

Towards the village where she had grown up, after it had persecuted her,

She had no sentimentality left, nor would she be foolishly loyal.

Without any hesitation, she was someone who knew what was important.

I admired this about Bai Zanhe and bent down to check the wound on her wrist. The injury was quite severe, "It's better this way. When you get back to town, remember to get a tetanus shot within twelve hours."

"What about you? What will you do about your injuries?" Bai Zanhe asked me with concern.

My gaze softened on Yu Longting, "With my man here, he won't let anything happen to me."

"No wonder your little Xiao Bao can talk, it turns out to be the Snake Lord's." A gentle warmth touched Bai Zanhe's eyes as she couldn't help but chuckle, "Then I'll be going. Take care of yourself."

"You too." I waved goodbye to Bai Zanhe.

Feeling a familiar coolness approaching from behind, I turned to look at Yu Longting, "Yu Longting..."

"Let's go, to Barbarian Village." Yu Longting didn't even glance at me; he grabbed my wrist and walked on.

It seemed he knew I was about to whine and beg for reconciliation, so he deliberately cut me off with his icy demeanor.

I dejectedly looked at his stern profile, feeling utterly discouraged.

Where had the adoring and indulgent Yu Longting gone?

Can't we just stop this cold war?

Do I really have to agree to his absurd demand to be forgiven?

Just then, the two surviving Taoists suddenly stepped forward to stop Yu Longting and me, one of them with a fierce glint in his eye, "Hold on, Snake Lord."