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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 84 I Have Another Friend

The next day.

The sky was clear, the air crisp, and a gentle breeze blew softly.

Lanxi, nestled among layers of green hills, hid a lake of emerald water reflecting the surrounding forests.

A flat-bottomed boat aimlessly roved the water's surface.

At the boat's bow, a delicate figure squatted beside a firmly anchored fishing rod, extending a slender, pale hand, cautiously pressing down on the bamboo fishing rod with two fingers.

Once, then again.

The rod, awaiting a fateful fish, bent like a willow on the lakeshore, now bobbing and the silk fishing line dancing non-stop. The silver mirror-like surface of the water rippled beautifully.

"Su Xiaoxiao!"

The mischievous little Fox Demon withdrew her hand and cuddled it into her chest, looking up into the sky.

"If you keep messing around, we'll have no fish for lunch, and I'll stew you instead."

The voice from inside the boat carried over once more.

"Hmm."