The Demon King's Moonlight Is Actually Me?!

During a war between the demon tribes, a rift briefly appeared in the distant sky. Many demons secretly slipped through it, finding a safe haven in a peaceful place.

The human world.

The demon king Xuan Huijiao was gravely wounded and lost much of his strength, regressing into a little black snake with only three hundred years of cultivation. He had no choice but to flee through the rift to the human world and recuperate.

Since the rift first appeared, demons had wreaked havoc across the land. Five hundred years later, five spirit-cultivating clans emerged in the human world to exterminate them, each with its own responsibilities.

The foremost of the five clans was the Qu family.

The Qu family excelled at music. Their spiritual wood guqin grew more powerful as its player's strength increased, and its music could spread farther and farther, from a mere ten li to thousands or even tens of thousands. The most powerful person in the Qu estate was Qu Luotong, whose fingers on the strings sent music a thousand li, with boundless power.

During a heavy snowfall, the black snake Wu Hanyan, just awakened from hibernation, was caught off guard and somehow ended up coiled around an ancient peach tree in front of the Qu estate, frozen stiff.

The young master of the Qu estate, Qu Luotong, had been blind from birth, but his senses were extraordinarily keen. Still inside the courtyard, he had already caught the scent of a demon. He hurried out, appearing in the outer courtyard in the blink of an eye.

Wu Hanyan was drowsy and on the verge of sleep, completely unaware of Qu Luotong's approach.

Suddenly, a talisman smacked hard against his forehead, and an overwhelming sensation of falling welled up inside him!

In an instant, dense clouds of blood mist filled the area, with bizarre, indistinct shadows all around. A moment later, he heard Qu Luotong chuckle, then fell into a warm embrace scented with sandalwood.

"What a bloodthirsty little thing. You're frozen solid." Qu Luotong carried the snake into the estate and patiently waited for it to thaw.

Wu Hanyan: ...Which one of us is the little thing, exactly?

That night, the man fell asleep on the bed in nothing but his inner robe, his smooth black hair spilling over the pillow. Wu Hanyan quietly took human form and carefully untied the white blindfold around Qu Luotong's head. He stared blankly for a long time. The last time he had seen that face was five hundred years ago.

Wu Hanyan carefully reached out and poked the man's cheek with his index finger. His fingertip traced from the brow bone down along the bridge of his nose, stopping only when it reached his lips.

No point. He wasn't him.

He changed back into a snake and slowly coiled around the man's wrist. His bright red forked tongue gently brushed the pale skin. The pale blue veins beneath the back of the hand formed an unusual yet beautiful pattern, like an ancient totem. Entranced, he let his fangs peek out and left two red marks.

Wu Hanyan was startled. So good. No wonder the demons who fled here wreaked havoc in the human world. Human blood was like a jewel beside demon blood, which was mere rubble.

Greedily, he drank two more mouthfuls, feeling wonderful all over. Even the damaged vitality inside him was gradually recovering. Just then, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes, amusement glimmering in them, and gently asked, "Had enough?"

Wu Hanyan flicked his bright red tongue. "I like your blood."

Qu Luotong smiled indulgently. "You little thing. At least you're honest."

Little scene:

On a chilly winter night, Qu Luotong wore the little black snake on his hand as he soaked in a hot spring. Suddenly, water splashed everywhere, and the black snake disappeared from his hand. In its place was a handsome, naked man. Qu Luotong gasped in alarm. "Why are you doing that all of a sudden?"

"I'm a little hungry." Wu Hanyan slowly approached him, lifted his arm, and bit into it until blood welled up. Qu Luotong tried to yank his arm back, but couldn't.

"There are live rabbits in the kitchen."

"It's not the same." Wu Hanyan paused, then smiled. "You can bite me... or kiss me."

"Shameless..." The broken syllables came out between their muddled kisses.

Bloodthirsty Demon King x Pure-Hearted Beauty

Wu Hanyan (gong) x Qu Luotong (shou)

Theme: As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood