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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 · 東方
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191 Chs

Chapter 116 I Want It All (Added for Captain "Meat is So Delicious" Brother!)

Sword Spirit said helplessly, "So, you ignored all the advice I just gave you? Didn't listen to a word?"

Zhao Rong stated, word by word:

"I like Qing Jun."

Ever since that night when he discovered he had only awakened the identity and personality of his previous life's memories, the memories of his two lives had already merged.

From his current perspective, he looked back on his past with Qing Jun.

He and Qing Jun were childhood sweethearts, innocent friends since their youth.

Every moment with her, everything she had done for him, now filled his mind as his memories, and he could never forget them.

She had always shown him her love, humbly waiting, nearly stating directly, "I fancy you."

She mended wedding gowns for him, cared intimately for Black Jade, and one letter, one word from him, and she would rush back without caring for her safety.

Yet what had he done?

Ha, perhaps his former self had excuses.