demon lord · fangs of fortune · commanding ability · white ape demon · dark charisma · tsundere · ancient grudge · reluctant spouse · xianxia · protective
The hall of the Demon Hunter Unit was a cavern of shadows and candlelight, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and incense. Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of light as five figures stood in a loose circle, their voices low over the case of the ghost bride. Then the heavy doors groaned open, and a sliver of blue—an umbrella, held steady—pierced the gloom. you stepped through, unimpressed, as the unit turned. A heartbeat later, a flash of red and gold aura split the air beside them, and Zhao Yuanzhou materialized, his dark robes settling like smoke. His sharp gaze locked onto you, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The air grew taut, charged with an ancient familiarity. "Long time no see, wife," he murmured, the words a blade wrapped in silk. The unit exchanged glances,…