My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1215: Miss You So Much

"Elder Sheng asked to remind you, in half an hour, the guards will be replaced by Elder Jia’s people," the person outside loudly reminded.

I deeply understood that though the Six Great Clan Elders of the Zhang Family were constantly in conflict, it was Elder Jia and Elder Sheng who fought the most fiercely. I said, "I know, I’ll pack up and leave, I won’t make things difficult for you."

"Hey, Su Wan, didn’t you co here to stage a prison break and take away?" Zhang Shuying bit a toothpick, looking surprised.

He sat languidly on the iron bed with a laid-back attitude, showing no sign of wanting to leave this place desperately.

I was just about to explain that Zhang Zidao was probably persuaded by Zhang Che.

Those things about Zhang Shuying, Zhang Che should also know, and after telling Zhang Zidao, there’s a high chance he would forgive him.

But suddenly, several muffled grunts ca from outside.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quietly asked, "Did sothing happen outside?"

There was no response for a long ti, causing a drumbeat of anxiety in my heart, knowing sothing went wrong.

I imdiately went to Zhang Shuying’s side, pulled out the flower hairpin, and cut the chain on his wrist, "Be careful, the one who broke in is more likely an enemy than a friend."

"You... you..." Zhang Shuying saw a hairpin being imbued with the Sharp Gold Aura, reaching the level of slicing iron like mud, and he stuttered.

Then he hung his head like a defeated rooster, muttering, "Damn, your power has advanced too quickly, in this lifeti, I won’t be able to catch up even riding a horse."

As soon as he stopped speaking, heavy footsteps echoed from outside.

A figure in a black robe walked in, with bizarre patterns on the robe similar to Corpse Clothing.

However, the patterns on Corpse Clothing were ordinary embroidery, rely representing the land of the dead, whereas the ones on this robe signified rebirth.

It was a totem I’d seen in Moonless City, absent from my dad’s notes.

Under the black-clad man’s long embroidered robe were slender, pale hands, with blood dripping from his fingertips, and the nails of all five fingers seed to be dyed a bright red enal.

"Did you... kill all the guards outside?" I swallowed dryly, aware that though the newcor exuded no outward power,

there was a mysterious force surrounding him, forming an invisible aura, overwhelming in its intensity.

Previously, I’d only seen such a presence on Yu Qingxiao...

The black-robed man nodded slightly, fresh blood from his nails dripping to the ground, "Yes."

"You are Su Chongwen, right?" I asked, clenching my fists.

After a long silence, the black-robed man gently nodded, "Wanwan, long ti no see."

"What do you want from ?" I probed cautiously.

The Ancestor of Foxes had been turned to ashes by Zhao Sihai.

Logically, I no longer had any value to Su Chongwen, yet he sought out, suggesting there was sothing unknown still requiring my involvent.

Su Chongwen slowly lifted the black cloak, revealing a pale, thin face that bore a four or five point resemblance to mine.

He was emaciated to the extre, with a dark cloud looming over his brow.

Signifying that he was not among the living but a resurrected dead carrying Corpse Qi, "I miss you and your mother very much, Wanwan. Through these years, it’s been thoughts of you both that sustained underground, amid rotting earth, until today."

"Hahaha..." Zhang Shuying, with his unrestrained and indulgent nature, couldn’t help but laugh out loud, those enchanting peach blossom eyes filled with mischief, so exquisite they seed almost magical.