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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

His Mind Was Seen Through

Editor: Henyee Translations

Lu Lingling said and left angrily without caring about everyone's reaction.

Splash!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lu Hejun was so enraged that he swept everything off the stone table again, and the pieces splashed all over the ground.

"Damn it!" Lu Hejun cursed, but in the end, he didn't run out impulsively with his men.

He immediately vented his anger and roared at the guard who had returned, "Hurry up and investigate who those two people are!"

"Yes, Master Jun."

The guard received the order and quickly left.

The others, afraid that they would be angered, also left quietly.

In the mansion of the City Lord of Zhuang prefectural city.

"Father."

Cheng Su'er walked into the hall and bowed respectfully to City Lord Cheng, who was sitting in his seat.

Cheng Cheng put down the teacup in his hand, looked up at her calmly, and waved his hand. "You're here. Have a seat."