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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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The Unreliable Teacher Who Made Things Easy for Her Is the Dean

Editor: Henyee Translations

Even though he knew that what Ko Sun said was the truth, Du He still couldn't help feeling furious.

Seeing him like this, Kou Sun said helplessly, "Old He, you should restrain your temper. I can help you protect her this time, but not next time."

The person Kou Sun said he would protect was Lu Zijia.

Chen Liqi didn't allow Lu Zijia to enter the Weapons Refinement Department, and he certainly didn't want her to enter Hongtian Academy either

However, after Du He made a scene and talked to the deputy dean, Kou Sun, Lu Zijia was saved, but she could only enter Class C, which was the worst class.

Du He grabbed the teacup in frustration and took a sip of tea for himself. "Got it. I just hope that the dean is lucky enough to survive this crisis successfully."

"Knock, knock!"

As the two of them spoke, there was a knock on the office door.

Du He restrained his ugly expression and said, "Come in."