After Being Abducted and Raised by A Snake

Wan Zhong didn’t know how Xuan Ming had gotten the Emperor of Heaven to agree to the marriage.

It seemed he was too paranoid and rogue. The Emperor of Heaven loved him, doted on him, and couldn’t resist him, so he could only let Xuan Ming do what he wanted.

Wan Zhong was led by Xuan Ming into a huge blue door engraved with mythical beasts. When the white mist cleared, he found himself standing in a pavilion with a horizontal plaque reading “Four Realms Pavilion” hanging on it.

Here, he could overlook the sparkling Yellow Spring in the underworld to the north; look to the south to see the hustle and bustle of the human world and the curling fireworks; look to the west to see the auspicious clouds and flying clouds in heaven; look to the east— at night, he could see countless colorful statues rising from the ground, long, wide, and high. They were at least a few hundred meters long, shining in the bright sunshine, with golden light hitting his eyes.

Wan Zhong squinted his eyes, and his excellent eyesight allowed him to see the faces of the statues very clearly. Although their clothes and hairstyles were different, these statues all looked down with solemn and compassionate expressions, naturally exuding a kind of transcendent elegance and supreme power.

And the protagonist, who had been carved into a statue and enshrined on the altar by all the demons, was hanging his noble head at the moment, burying his head in the neck of his spouse, kissing and nibbling, and saying in a very pervert tone: “Wan Zhong, I want to tangle my tail with you.”

Wan Zhong: “…”

He looked at the solemn statue in the distance that could not be desecrated, and then at a big and lustful snake behind him. Feeling very disillusioned, he leaned back into Xuan Ming’s generous, strong, and very secure embrace, asking in a mute voice: “Will I be seen?”

“No.” The spouse’s lips and teeth were slightly open… it was very exciting.

Wan Zhong’s pupils opened slightly, and his body hit the railing. Xuan Ming hugged his waist and restrained himself to avoid his slightly bulging belly.

Xuan Ming’s fingers were long, strong, and extremely cold. When they were blocked, Wan Zhong shuddered and felt that his lower lip was bitten by him.

“Be good.”

Xuan Ming forced Wan Zhong to swallow a lot of saliva, kissed the end of his eyes that were red due to coughing, and coaxed mischievously: “Let’s do it.”

Wan Zhong was tortured to the point of being confused, and the saliva that he had no time to swallow dripped from the corner of his mouth. In the violent storm, he was like a bright red peony that had been ravaged and thrown into the rushing river. He could only hold tightly to the arm that was imprisoned in front of him with veins bulging from overexcitement and exertion. He felt that he was really going to die. He was going to die…

“Xuan~ Xuan Ming~ you–” Wan Zhong couldn’t bear it anymore, his whole body tensed up, and he gritted his teeth and screamed.

Xuan Ming liked hearing it too much and said in a ferocious tone: “If it weren’t for the fear of missing the auspicious time, I would definitely let you shout more.”

Wan Zhong was about to fall unconscious, and he looked sideways at Xuan Ming in a daze, his long black hair scattered on the face as white as jade, swaying violently in the gentle breeze, like a vixen who deliberately seduced others to commit crimes, with a face full of spring, silently asking Xuan Ming, “Auspicious time? What auspicious time?”

“Today we are getting married.”

Huh? So fast?

Wan Zhong’s brain short-circuited, and before he had time to think, Xuan Ming suddenly let go and bit the back of his neck fiercely…

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Afterwards, Xuan Ming wrapped Wan Zhong in a cassock, pointed to the east where the statues were standing, and said, “That’s right there. In the demon realm, through the endless mountains and plains, you can see the demon mountain temple, where we will hold our wedding…”

Wan Zhong sat in Xuan Ming’s arms to calm his breathing and the stars flashing, his voice moist: “What about our home? Didn’t you say the temple is where you handle official business? Then where will we live after we get married?”

He just asked a simple question, but he didn’t know which word in this question stimulated Xuan Ming’s lustful heart.

It clasped Wan Zhong’s chin for a good lick, then slightly hooked up his thin lips, showing a rare smile and said: “Snake Castle is deep in the swamp under the Demon Mountain. From now on, the Snake Castle and the Demon Mountain Temple will be ours. You can live wherever you like.”

Wan Zhong grabbed Xuan Ming’s shoulder and expressed his love for him without hesitation: “The place with you is my home, and I will live with you wherever you are from now on.”

This time Xuan Ming really smiled. His handsome face, which was as frosty as snow, was filled with a tenderness that Wan Zhong had never seen before. When he smiled like this, his usual cold expression vanished completely, and his dark eyes seemed to bloom with peach blossoms.

Watching this, Wan Zhong’s heart was filled with excitement. He stroked Xuan Ming’s face and warned him in his ear: “In the future, you are not allowed to make any kind of smile to anyone except me—no, not any kind of smile, not even a smile, do you hear me?”

Xuan Ming was delighted by his spouse’s unreasonable jealousy and possessiveness. He nodded and agreed without hesitation, while praising his spouse: “We haven’t even gotten married yet, but you already have the consciousness of being the madam of the house. It’s really good.”

Wan Zhong didn’t expect the big snake, which usually couldn’t spit out romantic words from his mouth, would still tease people. So, he snorted and ignored him.

With a blushing face, he laid on Xuan Ming’s shoulder, being carried by him on the way back to the Demon Mountain Temple. He looked at the mountains and rivers, the picturesque scenery, the rich demon aura, and the faint air of fairy spirit.