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My Wife Is A Sword Immortal

Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows. A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil. Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that." Understood. His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, "Wait a second..." Huh, something's amiss. The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me? Oh, then that's alright. This is very fitting. Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, "Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?" ------------- In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought... ————— [Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst] This book is also known as "I Have a Fox Fairy Wife", "Rebirth: I Deliver Parcels in the Otherworld", "Zhao Ziyu, The Smirking Scholar" "I Really Don't Want to Be a Kept Man"...

Yang Xiaorong · Eastern
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Chapter 34 Qingshan Yunshui Cave_2

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With that thought, Su Xiaoxiao's joyful smile narrowed her eyes into slits, her fox-like eyes becoming even more seductive. The corners of her eyes were long and slightly lifted, and a faint pinkish red tinted her temples, captivating one's soul.

"Do I look good?"

"You do."

A sudden voice popped up, and Su Xiaoxiao unconsciously responded.

She was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what had happened. When she looked again, the rascal had already put down his pen, was massaging his wrists, and was looking over with a teasing smirk.

Su Xiaoxiao's shoulders shook, and she hurriedly closed her fingers, burying her little face tightly in her hands, attempting to pretend nothing had happened.

But a pale hand holding a scroll had already reached out.

"Sneaky sneaky."

"Ugh."

"Harboring ill intentions."

"Ow~"

"Peeking through the fingers."

"Stop hitting me."

"Did you underestimate this young master?"

"Whimper, no, you're the most formidable."