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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 · Đông phương
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Chapter 72: I Bet with You

Zhao Rong, overwhelmed with grief and anger, discovered that despite practicing so hard for so many days, he still couldn't outmatch Su Xiaoxiao.

"Let go quickly! Many people are watching!" Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Please don't go, this has nothing to do with you. After the argument, let's hurry away," the little Fox Demon pleaded, her face wrinkled, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Zhao Rong, with a speechless expression, looked at the familiar scene before him, glanced awkwardly around, quickly let go of his grip, and dared not pull any longer. If it ended up like last time, with his robe torn by this young lady, and this time in front of a large crowd... he imagined he might socially die.

Zhao Rong withdrew his hand, his face stern, "Let go!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him with pitiable eyes, but saw that he was unmoved, his gaze firm.