My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1136: My Snake Can Fix It

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Previously on My Demon Husband Is a Snake...
Qing Li agrees to help Wanwan catch Qingyang, but only for Wanwan's sake. After dinner, a tipsy Qing Li insists on sleeping between Wanwan and Yu Longting, causing an argument. Wanwan tries to appease both, but Qing Li suggests they all sleep together.
"Sleep together...?? Is this acceptable?" Before I could even voice the question, Yu Longting’s sinuous tail had already coiled around my calf. Qing Li shifted, her delicate arm resting possessively around my waist. "Actions speak louder than words, don't they? Even the Little White Snake seems content with this arrangement." "I truly cannot fathom why everyone insists on trying to snatch my wife away," Yu Longting's voice was a low, discontented mumble. Qing Li, ever the instigator and clearly enjoying the unfolding drama, added more fuel to the fire. "It's not just humans who are infatuated with your wife, you know. There's Huang Wude, and I heard of another named Yun Hao from the Snake Sect. Does Wuyue even count in this as well..." "Qing Li." Yu Longting's sharp interruption cut through the levity. Qing Li inquired with playful mischief, "Yes?" Yu Longting commanded, "Enough talking, it's time for sleep!" The following day, Qing Li expressed her desire to rent a courtyard, suggesting a mere two or three days would suffice. While short-term rentals are rare elsewhere, Fengdu stands as a bustling hub for tourism. Numerous guesthouses catering to tourists offer temporary accommodation, prompting Yu Longting and I to venture out early that morning in search of a suitable dwelling. Upon our return to the hotel to collect Qing Li, we escorted her to survey the newly rented courtyard. As Qing Li had envisioned, an entrance hall was an absolute necessity. An ancient residence, imbued with a timeless charm and boasting more than three rooms, was precisely what we sought. It was then that the heavens opened, and a heavy downpour began. The streets of Fengdu were veiled in a shroud of intermittent rain. The thoroughfares appeared bleak and desaturated, exuding a palpable sense of the eerie that permeated every corner. Scorched paper money lay scattered across the ground, alongside chalk circles, now sodden and blurred, remnants of rituals meant to beckon spirits for nourishment. Despite the somber atmosphere, the tourists seemed invigorated, as the Temple Fair was in full swing. Numerous mock funeral processions paraded through the streets, though these were not genuine mourning rites but rather spectacles staged for amusement by the younger generation. I observed individuals engrossed in murder mystery games, complete with paper brides and paper grooms. Honestly, I struggle to comprehend this mindset; every time I traverse the streets of Fengdu, an unnerving chill creeps down my spine. "This dwelling is quite suitable; it conveniently avoids any taboos associated with snakes," Qing Li remarked after inspecting the ancient residence. Consulting an old calendar on my phone, she noted, "Tomorrow marks a day specifically against snakes. However, after midnight strikes, I possess a method to summon Qingyang." "That's excellent news. Let us find respite within the house and prepare an afternoon meal." Since emerging from the Nether Pond, an insatiable hunger had taken hold. Though only two hours had passed since breakfast, my appetite was already clamoring for the next repast. Qing Li gently took my pulse, confirming my non-pregnant status. "Fortunately, you are not with child. Proceeding with my plan while you were carrying a fetus could prove detrimental to its well-being." "It is due to the significant increase in your power; you require more sustenance to properly reshape your physique," Yu Longting elaborated. Qing Li, who rarely engaged in extended conversations with Yu Longting, addressed me directly. "Wanwan, you are truly blessed. Many within the Mystic Sect dedicate seven or eight hundred years to cultivation without achieving this level, yet you have attained it in your early twenties." "Am I truly that remarkable? Oh my, this door knocker... I truly didn't intend to—it simply broke unexpectedly." My intention was to open the door and formally invite Qing Li to tour the residence. However, the door knocker became an unintended casualty. "No need for concern," Qing Li reassured me. "Let the Little White Snake summon a locksmith to mend it. It's not yet mealtime, let's procure some necessary supplies." "My snakes are capable of making repairs; why would we need a locksmith?" From the depths of Yu Longting’s sleeve, a multitude of colorful serpents emerged. They congregated around the fractured door knocker, seemingly in deep discussion about its rectification. He himself walked beside us, his typically untamed and nonchalant demeanor momentarily subdued. Discreetly and tenderly, he clasped my hand, asking Qing Li, "What items do you require us to purchase?"