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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
Classificações insuficientes
240 Chs

Chapter 104 Teacher Teaches Me (Two-in-One Large Chapter)

This was a sudden "assault."

Zhao Rong was somewhat caught off guard.

Because according to the plan they had discussed earlier, there was no such arrangement.

He had only told Su Xiaoxiao that when the time came, they just needed to get closer and act more affectionately.

So this was her "taking initiatives."

This little hand.

Slim as tender shoots, skin smooth as congealed fat.

Ice-cold like jade bones, naturally cool without sweat.

Thus, Zhao Rong's first impression was slightly chilly.

His heart fluttered, and subconsciously giving a gentle pinch, he then continuously felt a soft touch.

Zhao Rong was aware of the gazes of the people around him, and thinking about their current identities and situation, he continued holding on without pulling away.

Soon after, Zhao Rong, with a smile hanging on his lips, turned his head to survey Great Wei Imperial Palace.

Next to him, Su Xiaoxiao's petite face was veiled with a layer of purple gauze.