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Marrying Him Three Times After Transmigration

After transmigrating, Su Liang married the same man three times. The first time, it was just a transaction. The second time, it was still a transaction. The third time, it was... "Third time's the charm. Let's make it real," Gu Ling said. Female Lead's Perspective: She was a military doctor who transmigrated, and she became a miserable village girl who would be killed by her scheming relatives. After seeking revenge, with nowhere else to go, she ended up living with a handsome husband. Her husband was a literal trickster. Their life together was full of ups and downs, with twists and turns and more downs... "How about we part ways?" Su Liang suggested seriously. The handsome husband said, "Let's talk about that in our next life." Male Lead's Perspective: Born with special abilities, he chose to live in seclusion. He always made people around him leave, but she was the first person he asked to stay. Gu Ling believed that he and Su Liang were destined to be together. Anyone against it? He was always saving people, but occasionally killing a few was no big deal.

Sanmu Youyou · Umum
Peringkat tidak cukup
515 Chs

460. Lantern Festival Light Show

Xingluo Island.

Three days had passed since Mo Yan imprisoned the rebels in his portable space when Sheng Yue saw He Wei again.

Sheng Yue did not see how Mo Yan had done it, but everything in the forbidden area had been restored to its original state. The high wall that had been collected in space appeared again, lying on the ground, having been broken from its foundation.

Crossing the collapsed walls, Sheng Yue entered the forbidden area and saw all the people who had marched aggressively with torches on New Year's Eve kneeling outside Mo Yan's courtyard, their heads lowered, looking miserable and haggard.

Hearing footsteps, one person turned his head in a daze, it was He Wei's eldest grandson, He Peng. His gaze fell on Sheng Yue without the previous disgust and arrogance, leaving only fear as if he had just experienced something terrible.

Mo Yan was in his small courtyard, holding a broom, sweeping the fallen leaves under the banyan tree.