My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Yu Longting had prepared a large courtyard for me.

The environment was serene, and the scenery was picturesque.

In the distance, high mountains were like ink paintings, and the courtyard featured a large lotus pond, creating an atmosphere of winding paths and lotus breezes.

After I left the house wearing Yu Longting's robe, I sat down and enjoyed the cool breeze.

I leisurely admired the scenery, the crisp sound of rainwater hitting the basin in my ears, and a little snake poked its head out from a corner flower pot.

It was exceptionally small, seemingly just hatched not long ago.

However, it seemed to be sick; its scales were flared up, sticking out on its body.

"Little snake, come here, let me take a look at you," I beckoned to the tiny bamboo green snake.

The little snake was timid; upon hearing me speak,

it quickly slithered away, disappearing somewhere.

I walked over to the flower pot to check and lifted it but saw no sign of the little snake.

However, a piece of green snake scale was on the ground, which I picked up.

I frowned, wondering why the little milk snake's scale seemed tainted with a trace of evil aura.

"The painting is ready, my dear wife," Yu Longting's voice, pleasant to the ear, merged with the sound of the rain, making my heart contract slightly.

I turned around, hugged him briefly, and let go, "Let me see."

"Heh, why have you become so proactive lately?" Yu Longting, in a cheerful mood, handed me the drawing paper.

"You're mine; I can be proactive whenever I want. Do I need a reason?"

I took it, glanced at the paper, and then back at Yu Longting, "Are you sure this isn't a self-portrait of you?"

"Look again," Yu Longting raised an eyebrow.

I looked over it again, thinking it looked exactly the same.

I saw his face every day, and it was engraved in my memory.

Wait a moment.

I held the portrait next to Yu Longting's face for a direct comparison, "The brows and eyes are indeed different, yours resemble Qing Li's."

"Yes, does he resemble the high monk we met in the Illusion Realm?" Yu Longting asked casually.

According to normal logic, if that monk looked like Yu Longting,

I should have noticed it, but I never felt that way, making Yu Longting almost certain they were not the same person.

Without answering Yu Longting, I tensed my eyebrows,

grabbed the painting, and stepped back into the house.

I took the eraser from the table and erased the hair, "This is what he looks like."

I didn't know why, but the monk with the shaved head looked very ascetic.

Even if his eyebrows and eyes were slightly similar to Yu Longting's, it was very easy to overlook.

When faced with a portrait of Dragon Dad, once the hair was erased...

it was instantly recognizable as that bald monk.

"Things are getting more interesting," Yu Longting grasped my waist and in one motion, hoisted me onto the desk, "If your Dragon Dad is still alive, should the Ten Thousand Poison Old Immortal from the Ten Thousand Poison Hall come seeking vengeance, there will be someone to shield you from the storm."

"What… what are you saying? Aren't you his biological son??" I watched as Yu Longting joyfully, without any guilt, spoke of sacrificing his father, and my lips twitched.

It felt like… with such unfortunate sons, Dragon Dad was truly aggrieved.

Having a living father, his first instinct wasn't to be moved, but to think of tricking him into helping in a fight.

On Yu Longting's devilishly handsome face, the smile was bright and cheerful, "As his biological son, I have all the rights to 'trick' my dad. Wanwan, you're pregnant, and you shouldn't be too close to Demonic Blood. I plan to go to the sect's quiet room to purify the Demonic Blood, which should take about eight or nine hours."

"Alright, I'll obediently wait here for your return. Don't forget there's a bottle to be delivered to my grandfather," I nodded obediently, despite no longer being obsessed with appearances as before, but I still didn't want to neglect restoring my appearance.

Returning to my previous look would be good, as the body and hair are inherited from my parents.

At least when I visit my mother at the Lin Family, she won't feel saddened at the sight of me.

After seeing off Yu Longting,

I opened an oil-paper umbrella and strolled around the courtyard.

As I walked, next to the Lotus Pond by a rockery, a small head with the scent of herbs peeked out, "Young Madam, has the young master left?"