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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
195 Chs

Chapter 50 Thunder and Rainbow Purple Gold Furnace_2

As Gui turned around, the cold allure surprisingly struck him with its stunning beauty.

An aloof, ascetic type?

Zhao Rong frowned.

If it continued like this, well... that wouldn't be bad either. At least I wouldn't have to worry about someone tricking you away with just a piece of candy anymore. Yes, that's good, Su Xiaoxiao, keep it up, you can do it.

Zhao Rong's brows relaxed, and he nodded, feeling a full sense of accomplishment for having successfully trained a naive juvenile fox demon into an aloof, ascetic fox fairy.

A moment after Zhao Rong turned his head back, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly glanced at him, subconsciously biting her red lips, then barely opening her mouth as if to speak, but stopped midway. After thinking it over, she stubbornly turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

The two of them, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, walked along the street, passing through streams of people, heading towards the southern part of the city.