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Something's Wrong With My Wife

Upon waking up, Luo Qingzhou became a lowly son of the Luo family, the ruling family of the Great Yan Empire. In order to help the second son of the Luo family break off his engagement, Luo Qingzhou was forced to marry a bride who was said to be mute and expressionless. It was not until after the wedding ceremony that he suddenly realized, "Something is wrong with my wife!" Not only was his wife strange, but even the two maidservants by her side and the other people in the Qin residence were also peculiar! The head maidservant was sweet and charming, with a voice as melodious as a lark. The junior maidservant was as cold as ice and had a heavy killing intent, ready to strike at any moment. The younger sister-in-law was talented and delicate, beautiful, and fragile. The cousin was proud and overbearing, wielding her whip with deadly precision. The father-in-law had a serious face but liked to curse behind closed doors. The mother-in-law was beautiful but often rolled her eyes. The second brother was solely focused on martial arts, claiming to bring glory to the family. As for Luo Qingzhou, all he wanted was to be a humble son-in-law, quietly and secretly dominating the world...

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Advancement in Soul Cultivation

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

It was 9 pm.

A silver moon rose high in the heavens.

Luo Qingzhou cultivated his internal cultivation technique on the bed for a while.

Seeing that it was about time, he sat cross-legged and meditated, getting his soul out of his body.

He first cultivated the Thunder Fist in his room for an hour.

Then, he passed through the roof and floated into the air, flying toward the Mandarin Duck Restaurant.

He said that he was busy last night, and the soul senior seemed a little unhappy.

He should chat a little longer with her tonight.

There was no wind or snow tonight, and the moon was bright.

It was a good night for storytelling.

When Luo Qingzhou flew to Mandarin Duck Restaurant, the moon-white figure was already standing on the eaves.

She seemed to be waiting for him.

The red bead on the roof had already been covered by the snow-white handkerchief.