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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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663 Chs
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Chapter 121 Li River

The next morning.

The sky began to lighten.

Among the mountains and forests, birdsong was cleansing.

A thin mist lingered.

Inside the broken viewing pavilion.

Except for a few beams of morning sun that barged in unannounced.

Compared to last night, everything was as before.

Perfectly silent.

Suddenly.

A woman let out a soft moan.

Sultry and lazy.

"You... you're on my hair."

Su Xiaoxiao said weakly.

"Ah? Oh, sorry."

Zhao Rong hurriedly moved his hand away.

Su Xiaoxiao stopped talking.

Zhao Rong got up, feeling refreshed, stretched lazily, and glanced at a certain fox demon burying her head and cowering, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned.

"Time to get up, lazybones."

Su Xiaoxiao still didn't speak, but although she buried her head under the large robe used as a blanket, she seemed to feel his unabashed gaze.

Su Xiaoxiao quickly shrank entirely under the robe, not wanting to expose a single hair to the naughty man from last night.