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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
Not enough ratings
2300 Chs

Master Lu Who Likes to Trick People

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Something happened to the Song Group? Why didn't you…"

Hearing that there had been something wrong with the Song Group since two weeks ago, Old Master Song immediately became anxious and wanted to rebuke his son.

"Dad, I'm sorry," Song Zhuohai lowered his head at Old Master Song and apologized.

His father's health was getting worse in recent years. How would he dare to tell his father about this and increase his troubles.

He was already the backbone of this family now, so he should take up the responsibility of supporting this family.

"Ah…" Old Master Song sighed heavily and also understood why his son kept it from him.

"Thank you."

Old Master Song raised his dry, old hand and patted his son's shoulder with vicissitudes in his old eyes.

Seeing that his Dad wasn't angry, Song Zhuohai was relieved secretly.

"No worries."