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My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

She is a cultivator from another world. She is proficient in refining artifacts, improving elixirs, talisman arrays, medical skills, and even fortune-telling. Due to several unexpected tribulations, her reputation was tarnished and she became the second daughter of the Lu family who harbored ill intentions toward her future brother-in-law. What? She had just been reborn, and she was going to marry a ferocious man who was known as the living Lord of Hell and the second young master of the Mu family whose legs were disabled?! Fine! Since that man was so magnificent and fit her taste, she would marry him anyway! But what happened to his legs being inconvenient? Who was the man who would pounce on her from time to time at night and pamper her until she felt sore all over?! Who was the one that first spread the rumors? Would they dare to come forward? They would most likely be crippled if they did not kill him! [In the modern world, the male and the female are both strong. From evil torturing to extensive face slapping, this story is filled with endless thrills. There are mythical dimensions, cute babies and even (not scary) supernatural occurrences. Both leads are immaculate and pure while the male lead is addicted to doting on his wife!

Mo Qianyi · Urban
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2300 Chs

Fake Death Became Real Death

Editor: Henyee Translations

The short-haired woman, who everyone thought was faking her death, was Jin Yutao. After a while, she completely fused with her body and gradually regained consciousness.

"I… I'm not dead? I'm not dead?!"

Jin Yutao raised her hands and looked at them, which were no longer transparent, with ecstasy on her face.

Great, great! She wasn't dead. She wasn't dead!

"No, you're dead."

While Jin Yutao was intermediate in the ecstasy of coming back from the dead, a cold voice suddenly shattered her fantasy.

"You should still remember how you died, right?"

Lu Zijia slowly walked to Jin Yutao and reached out, looking down at her as she asked the other woman.

"I… I'm dead?"

Jin Yutao looked at her hands again and shook her head crazily. "No, no! I'm not dead, I'm not dead! I'm still alive, I'm still alive! Don't try to lie to me!"

However, even though she said that, her eyes were indeed filled with disbelief and fear.