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Shen Zhaozhao sat expressionlessly on the soft chair in the elegant room, feeling a buzzing in her head, as if a thousand ducks were quacking wildly in her ears.
"Master, you have no idea how alluring that slap was!"
The pale purple phantom of the sword spirit held its hands to its heart, its face filled with a dreamlike ecstasy: "With just a 'snap,' it accurately and passionately imprinted itself on my sword hilt. At that moment, I knew that my destined wife had arrived!"
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
Zi Xiao: "Master, do you think this is a preordained destiny?! Isn't it?!"
Shen Zhaozhao silently covered her face.
Is it funny?
All she saw was a stupid, beeping sword spirit and its desperate master.
However, human joys and sorrows are not shared, let alone the relationship between people and swords.
Zixiao was completely oblivious to the despair on her master's face, lost in her own world, dreaming about the future.
"Once I find my wife, I'll cherish it and polish it until it shines every day, making sure it never gets a speck of dust on it!"
"We even sleep together at night, with my sword energy enveloping it...hehe..."
Shen Zhaozhao felt a stomachache upon hearing this.
Magical artifacts possessing spiritual entities are generally those that have formed a blood pact with cultivators.
This means that the lotus-patterned jade pendant on Xie Linyuan's waist has recognized its owner. Once separated from its owner, its spirit will fall into a deep sleep, becoming no different from a dead object.
Therefore, if Zixiao wants to get this "wife", she has to follow Xie Linyuan around at all times.
With Xie Linyuan's brain, which seems to carry eight hundred scripts every day and is always ready to stage a melodramatic love story, if she really did that...
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