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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

Persuaded to Remove the Dao Companion Contract (2)

Editor: Henyee Translations

"I'm not suitable? What about you?"

Lu Zijia took a deep breath and put on a fake smile. "I remember that you're already 38 years old, Senior Sister Liao, right? And my Ah Yan has just stepped into the age of 35. A generation gap exists between every three years. Senior Sister Liao, you're obviously trying to eat young grass!"

Suddenly, Lu Zijia seemed to have thought of something and the smile on her face suddenly became brighter.

"Right, I'm six years younger than Ah Yan and I'm not even in my thirties yet. In other words, Senior Sister Liao, you're nine years older than me. Senior Sister Liao, it's fine if you're nine years older than me, but even your alchemy skills are inferior to mine. What right do you have to snatch Ah Yan from me?"

Lu Zijia's tone was very gentle, but her gentle words were undoubtedly the most hurtful in Liao Sisi's ears.

"My current alchemy skills are indeed inferior to yours."