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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 Heng's Former Princess Consort (4)

Editor: Henyee Translations

Meeting Dong Yihong's warning gaze, Shanggong Wen immediately nodded in realization. "Right, right, right, look at me. I'm so happy that I can't speak properly."

Almost the entire Imperial City knew what happened between Duanmu Heng and Yao Meng, and as the president of the Mercenary Association, Shanggong Wen was even aware of the inside story.

However, that was the couple's business. No matter what, it wasn't someone else's place to interfere.

So, it was better for outsiders like them not to get involved blindly, in case they attracted trouble.

"My dear guests, why don't I prepare a private room for all of you, you can sit down and talk slowly?" Shanggong Wen said enthusiastically.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Dong Yihong slapped his back fiercely again, making Shanggong Wen's face contort in pain.