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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 · Ost
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243 Chs

Chapter 102 So you like this, huh?

"...Really, Zhao Rong, what are you planning next? This time it was stealing objects, next time are you planning to steal a person?"

Gui suddenly remembered this jest from half a month ago.

Now.

It had actually come true.

"Why does everything you say sound so unpleasant?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "It even changed in taste."

"Aren't you just stealing a person?"

Gui chuckled softly, "Mhm, a dead person."

Zhao Rong was speechless, not wanting to deal with it.

"Hey, he is already dead, even if you steal... take out his corpse, what is the point?"

Gui thought for a moment.

"You're not planning to use his Sixth Grade Martial Artist's physique to practice corpse reanimation, are you?"

Hearing this, Zhao Rong slightly slowed his pace.

He didn't get angry at Gui's guess; instead, he fell silent for a while, then softly said:

"Practicing corpse reanimation... is that very common on the mountain?"