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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 · 都市
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2300 Chs

Master Lu's Retaliation (1)

編集者: Henyee Translations

"Come, tell me, do you want a refund, or do you want the Octagon Auction House to compensate you?"

In just a while, the other white-clothed young man and the bearded middle-aged man also got up from the ground in fear.

Perhaps shocked by Mu Tianyan's move just then, they stood at the side trembling, as if they wanted to turn themselves transparent with all their might.

The yellow-haired young man subconsciously looked at the bearded man, the pleading look in his eyes very obvious.

However, the short-bearded man lowered his head and couldn't receive his distress signal at all.

Perhaps even if he received it, he wouldn't dare to speak up for him.

Lu Zijia saw the yellow-haired young man's subconscious reaction and turned her cold gaze to the short-bearded man.

"If he doesn't want to talk, you can go first!"

Lu Zijia put her hands behind her back and walked to the short-bearded man like a queen patrolling.