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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 88 Heart-to-Heart Talk

Zhao Rong was somewhat caught off guard.

He stared at the pair of clear, distinctly black and white eyes in front of him, which now reflected his own motionless, calm face and the intense flickering of the firelight beside him.

Her narrow fox eyes, naturally charming, were at this moment wide open, and instead of being seductive, they seemed more innocent and naive.

Not to mention the stunning face that bore those eyes...

Why were there such beautiful curves?

Zhao Rong slightly shifted his gaze away, not daring to look any further, and not daring to look into her eyes anymore.

But her gaze was still on his face, he could feel it.

The crackling sound of the fire seemed louder now, as if releasing even more heat, scorching the two who were silently "at an impasse" next to it.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling that time was passing by very slowly, but the woman's inquiry just now still echoed clearly beside his ear, lingering and not going away.