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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 · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
2300 Chs

Confronted and Exposed Face-to-Face (4)

Editor: Henyee Translations

The Song family invited Master Lu here for help, not for someone to point at her nose and scold her.

"Dad, stay out of this. If I don't teach this shameless woman a lesson today…"

Song Zhuolan didn't stop talking but became even more furious.

Of course, she actually wanted to use Lu Zijia to cover the things Fang Yueqiu said just then.

If she could make it through today, she would definitely be able to think of a way out after she got back.

"That's enough!"

Before Song Zhuolan finished talking, Song Zhuohai suddenly interrupted her.

"Brother, don't stop me. No matter what, I must…" Song Zhuolan was already guilty in her mind, so she certainly wouldn't miss any chance of getting away from it.

Unfortunately…

"I said enough!"

Song Zhuohai put on a sullen face as he looked at Song Zhuolan with coldness in his eyes.