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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

Did Someone Set Him Up?

Editor: Henyee Translations

Lu Zijia: "…" This unlucky dumbass had a vivid imagination.

Fang Yueqiu and Song Zhuohai: "…"

Seeing that her son seemed to be furious, Fang Yueqiu suddenly felt a bit guilty. "Bastard, what are you talking about? Of course, you're my son.

"Also, if you have nothing to do with her, you should explain. How would I know if you don't explain? Seriously, you brat, you make me worry."

Song Zixuan, who thought he was even more aggrieved than Dou'e: "…"

He had been trying to explain just then, but his mother interrupted him again and again.

He must say that she was truly an awesome mother!

"Ah, you brat, aren't you going to explain? Hurry up and explain!"

After waiting for a while and seeing that her son still didn't say anything, Fang Yueqiu immediately urged him anxiously.

The corners of Song Zixuan's mouth twitched. He didn't want to explain anymore. Could he surrender?