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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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245 Chs

Chapter 117: As Long as It's Zhao Lang

The night sky resembled a curtain of dark cyan, studded with twinkling stars.

In the wilderness.

Amidst the vast mountains and forests.

Within an abandoned shrine that had long been in ruin.

Darkness prevailed.

Only a few faint moonbeams fell through the broken entrance and the holes in the roof.

In the darkness behind the deity's statue.

Two silhouettes could vaguely be seen.

One long, one short.

Both silent and unspoken.

The air inside the shrine had succumbed to silence.

Zhao Rong lowered his head, intently examining the huddled shadow behind the statue.

Su Xiaoxiao did not respond to him and remained curled up.

Zhao Rong extended his hand, intending to touch her, but suddenly stopped midway.

After thinking for a moment, he turned and walked around the shrine, collecting some dry kindling.

Zhao Rong returned to behind the statue and began to build a fire with the kindling.

Slowly.

At a certain moment.