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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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191 Chs

Chapter 118: Lifelong Commitment

"Zhao you big-headed ghost, Zhao Lang!"

"Hehe."

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip, tilting her head to carefully examine Zhao Rong's face.

He was gently cradling her hand as he tenderly rolled up the white cloth, bandaging her wound.

Su Xiaoxiao's charming smile was adorable, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.

She felt she could never get enough of looking at him, but she wasn't in a hurry, because she had a lifetime ahead of her.

"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang..."

The little fox demon softly called out again, her pearly teeth and rosy lips, her eyes watery, her voice soft and gentle.

Yet it carried a bit of a nasal tone, a leftover from her recent tears.

"Ah?"

Zhao Rong blinked and looked up.

Seeing her sweetheart looking up at her, Su Xiaoxiao stopped talking, her eyebrows expressing her happiness as she gazed at his face, her eyes as bright as stars.

This was her Zhao Lang.

The only one she wished to spend her life with.