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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
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2300 Chs

I'm Willing to Swear On My Mental Demons

Editor: Henyee Translations

"I didn't!"

Liang Yingjun denied anxiously, "Xin'er, I really didn't. I admit that I've been hesitating for the past three days. However, as soon as I thought it through, I immediately rushed to the place we agreed on. I didn't tell anyone, nor did I ask anyone to send a message for me."

At this point, Liang Yingjun finally had the courage to confess. "Xin'er, I have thought it through. Whether you're from the Cheng family or not, I want to be with you. And the person I really like is not Cheng Su'er, but you. I said that when you grow up, I'll marry you and be with you for the rest of your life."

Liang Yingjun held Cheng Xin'er's hand tentatively, his gaze sincere and affectionate.

"Xin'er, are you still… willing to be with me and marry me now?"

Cheng Xin'er, who had been waiting for more than ten years, finally heard these words. Her eyes instantly turned red, and she nodded repeatedly. "I'm willing. I've always been willing."