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Marrying Him Three Times After Transmigration

After transmigrating, Su Liang married the same man three times. The first time, it was just a transaction. The second time, it was still a transaction. The third time, it was... "Third time's the charm. Let's make it real," Gu Ling said. Female Lead's Perspective: She was a military doctor who transmigrated, and she became a miserable village girl who would be killed by her scheming relatives. After seeking revenge, with nowhere else to go, she ended up living with a handsome husband. Her husband was a literal trickster. Their life together was full of ups and downs, with twists and turns and more downs... "How about we part ways?" Su Liang suggested seriously. The handsome husband said, "Let's talk about that in our next life." Male Lead's Perspective: Born with special abilities, he chose to live in seclusion. He always made people around him leave, but she was the first person he asked to stay. Gu Ling believed that he and Su Liang were destined to be together. Anyone against it? He was always saving people, but occasionally killing a few was no big deal.

Sanmu Youyou · General
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515 Chs

375. You are not allowed to come to our house from now on.

Early in the morning, Qiao Jing got up, got ready to go out, and glanced into the courtyard, whereupon he froze.

The outside was foggy, with very low visibility. The deciduous trees in the courtyard were already bare at this time of year, and in the dense fog, only the dark lines of their twisted branches could be seen.

At this moment, however, there were not only lines on the trees but also "black balls" that drifted lightly in the wind, creating a very eerie shape.

Any outsider who saw this would probably be terrified.

Qiao Jing was just speechless because he knew what those "black balls" were - the heads of the masters who had recently come to claim the reward offered by Situ Xie, all flocking from all directions to kill him.

And this "human head tree" was Qiao Cong's perverse taste.

"How is it?" Qiao Cong appeared behind Qiao Jing, his tone marked with a mix of satisfaction and disdain, "They're all trash, the more they come, the better!"