A Phoenix Perches on a Parasol Tree (Matriarchal Society)

Now then-- One day, everyone gathered in a circle to discuss what kind of wife Xiao Wu, a retired assassin, should find. Zou Yan raised her hand first. "Someone better at martial arts than he is!" That way, his head and neck wouldn't be separated before they even met. Xing Xinsu's expression was gentle and serene as she softly added, "Someone with a warm gaze and a warm smile." Liao Wenjun thought for a moment, then said to her own husband in a daze, "She... um, she has to be good to Xiao Wu." Liao Qingyun's beautiful, cool brows lifted slightly. Their gazes met, warmth rippling in her eyes. Her words were as forceful as ever: "He must marry no one else!" Li Ran tightened her grip on the slightly cool hand in hers and slapped her thigh. "Someone who will face every hardship with him and never leave his side." Zhuge Jin let her hold his hand and said calmly, "Someone with shared interests who is steadfast and true." Yan Mo's beautiful eyes swept around the group. She raised a brow and smiled, a light, delicate smile brimming with irresistible charm. "Someone Xiao Wu likes." After a long pause... Under everyone's fiery stares, Zhao Yi expressionlessly forced out two cold words through clenched teeth: "...A woman." Uh... So, Xiao Wu. Your wife should be a woman who is exceptionally skilled in martial arts, gentle and devoted, steadfast and considerate, perfectly in tune with you, and will grow old with you... Do you... understand? Completed works: Other works in this series: Currently updating: My profile: body{background:fixed url(http://img13.poco.cn/mypoco/myphoto/20120708/09/6597819120120708091836021.gif)}