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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

Duanmu Ge's Ambition (2)

Editor: Henyee Translations

Hearing that, Duanmu Ge didn't feel sad at all. Instead, he revealed a twisted smile.

"That old man is finally unable to hold on anymore."

Speaking of this, Duanmu Ge chuckled disdainfully. "That old man must still be waiting for my good fourth brother to save him, right? Unfortunately, Fourth Brother really thought that he had fallen out of favor, and didn't think about anything else at all. Old man, look at your son, who you've doted on for so many years. He can't save you at all. Perhaps he still hates you! Don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too biased. Apart from being less talented than Fourth Brother since I was young, how am I inferior to him? But when have you ever looked me in the eye, you damn old man?"