After getting married, Yan Yu’s famous name was completely buried in the demon world.

No demon has ever seen him again, nor has he seen that terrifying silver krait snake.

He was reborn for a while, and then disappeared again.

Hidden somewhere unknown in the world, no one knows.

Some people say that he and his little wife have stayed together forever and do not want to come out again; others say that his strength has declined and he is unable to initiate any more unrest; some even say that he is just plotting in secret, plotting a big conspiracy that will shock the world.

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There are different opinions, each with its own reasons.

His legend is spread everywhere in the human world.

Half scolding, half fearful.

In the teahouse at the foot of the mountain, the man wearing a dusty cloak and veil sat on the tea table, holding his chin, listening with interest to the stories concocted by the storyteller.

The storyteller said that back then, the Yan realm was so powerful that it could block thousands of demons. If any demon came within three meters of him, he would be poisoned and die on the spot.

The storyteller also said that the snake demon has the blood of a true dragon, is invulnerable to weapons and poisons, and is an out-and-out evil god.

The kind that can kill people just by talking and laughing.

The storyteller also said that wherever Yan Yu goes, not a blade of grass grows and everything is corrupt, making him the king of poison.

The girl sitting in the corner, playing with her tea cup, listened with great interest.

Even though she has heard these stories hundreds of times, different storytellers can convey different feelings.

Feel……

Very interesting.

She swayed her legs slightly, her red lips slightly curled under her veil.

Skin as white as snow, long black hair rolled up.

Even with the extremely simple cloak on his body, he could not hide his figure.

Graceful and charming.

Really eye-catching.

Many men looked over and their attention was not on the storyteller's story, but on her.

beautiful woman...

He seemed to be alone again.

Several men couldn't help it anymore and started to make moves.

He was ready to move forward.

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But they finally lost their chance.

Just when someone was about to move, a man over 1.9 meters tall came in at the door of the teahouse.

His face was pale and charming, and cold and cold.

Wearing the simplest gray cloth and holding an umbrella.

Walking in, you are greeted by a chilly feeling.

It seemed like there were gusts of cold wind blowing by.

It makes people shudder and feels oppressive.

Those hidden muscles seem to be able to kill someone with one punch.

Now, no one dared to move.

Even the storyteller stopped his angry and passionate voice.

Everyone's eyes turned towards it.

Fortunately, the man didn't seem to be looking for trouble.

He just stood there, his cold eyes falling on the corner.

It took a while to settle.

The girl in the corner wearing a simple cloak was getting excited while listening.

When the storyteller stopped like this, she seemed to sense something and looked over.

When she met the man's eyes, she blinked.

Like a good baby, he stood up obediently, walked over, and held his hand.

"Let's go."

Her white and soft hands grabbed him.

The slender and beautiful figure looked a little out of place when standing next to him.

I always feel like that beautiful girl has been kidnapped and trafficked.

People in the teahouse were whispering.

All attention was focused on the two people at the door.

Not wanting to attract too much attention, the man in the cloak quickly pulled the man away.
Chapter completed!