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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 · Ciudad
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2300 Chs

Give Her a Taste of Her Own Medicine (3)

Editor: Henyee Translations

Liang Baixiao met Lu Zijia's gaze without changing her expression and said, "That's right. These are all the flags we have."

"Is that so…"

Lu Zijia narrowed her eyes slightly. "It seems that you treat me as a fool!"

As soon as she finished talking, Lu Zijia suddenly made a move and the storage bags on Shi Shuangshuang and Liang Baixiao landed in Lu Zijia's hand.

Lu Zijia's soul power invaded Shi Shuangshuang's storage bag and forcefully erased her soul power, after which she took out the four to five hundred flags inside.

"You're indeed dishonest," Lu Zijia sneered and said.

She knew it. With Shi Shuangshuang's identity, many people would be trying to ingratiate themselves with her. How could she only have a few flags? Who was she kidding?

"Lu Zijia, you…!"

Shi Shuangshuang stood up with Liang Baixiao's help. Her eyes were full of hatred and her chest heaved violently.