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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 · Oriental
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195 Chs

Chapter 138 Zhao's Moon Slave (Added for brother Captain 'Baiyi crossing the river, not convinced just do it!')

Zhao Rong was witnessing this type of immortal celebration for the first time.

However, the scenes of novelty playing out above the water curtain failed to capture his attention.

Zhao Rong's hands were clasped together on the table, chin propped on them, his gaze fixed on an inconspicuous corner of the water curtain, unmoving.

His eyebrows occasionally furrowed, occasionally smoothed out.

The lively crowd around him had nothing to do with him.

Because.

He had Qing Jun.

Why had she lost weight?

Alright, although he couldn't see her face, she just seemed thinner.

I know it.

Her body was slimmer than before.

Hey, the last time was at the beginning of the year, it was cold, she wore more, now it's just after summer, wearing very little…

Cough cough, this young master doesn't care, my Qing Jun has lost weight.

Zhao Rong blinked, his mind bubbling up with all sorts of strange thoughts.

Was Qing Jun doing her hair for me?