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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

The Fang Family Incident (2)

Editor: Henyee Translations

As soon as Lu Zijia and the others stepped into the door of the Fang family's villa, they heard two people's voices and the sound of glass tiles shattering on the second floor of the villa.

Hearing that voice, Fang Chengtao immediately ignored Lu Zijia and Fei Dingshan, and ran upstairs in a hurry.

Seeing this, Lu Zijia and Fei Dingshan followed him.

"What's going on? Didn't Yingying fall asleep just then? Did someone wake her up?"

Fang Chengtao walked to the door of a room with pink as the main color, and what he saw was a room with a mess.

And his daughter was leaning against the corner in a messy state at this moment, holding a small vase in her hand while looking at the people in the room with a slightly crazy and vigilant expression.

Looking at his daughter, who looked extremely haggard and was getting increasingly skinny, Fang Chengtao couldn't help having a heartache and a headache at the same time.