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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

The Song Family Was Related to the Scumbag Who Killed the Original Host

Editor: Henyee Translations

Hearing her son's explanation, Fang Yueqiu's expression looked very complicated and weird.

After a while, she said with a worried look, "Son, are you alright? Why are you saying silly things today? Come, let me see if you're sick."

She raised her hand and wanted to feel the temperature of his forehead.

Song Zixuan raised his hand and blocked his mother's hand, "Mom, stop joking. Your son is so tough. How would anything happen to me?"

When Song Zixuan said he was tough, there was a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Apparently, he always kept saying that he wasn't a forever loner, but he actually still cared about it in his heart.

"Son…"

Hearing the ridicule in her son's tone, Fang Yueqiu's expression froze with pain and guilt in her eyes.

The originally joyful atmosphere around them immediately became extremely heavy.