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# FAMILY LIFE Su Xiaoxiao was taking a nap but opened her eyes to find that she had transmigrated and was now in the body of a plump girl. From a dignified military doctor, she was now a glutton and a slacker. What’s more, she often terrorized people in the village, together with her father and brother. That was why nobody for miles around was willing to marry her. Although her family managed to arrange a marriage to an illustrious family, the groom ran away on the day of the wedding. When her father said he would nab her a husband, she was not expecting him to do so literally by capturing Wei Ting with a sack after he was exhausted from fighting bandits. Su Cheng smiled mysteriously at his daughter. "Dad has good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" "Either." "I captured a husband for you. He's a hundred times better looking than He Tongsheng! You'll definitely like him!" "Then, what's the good news?" she asked in a daze. Su Cheng decided to go with the flow and changed his words. "The good news is that you don't have to give birth any more! My son-in-law has already given us children!" After getting married, Su Xiaoxiao led a busy life of changing her gangster father and younger brother for the better, saving the life of her gorgeous husband, and raising her three rascals… Plus, she unexpectedly became one of the most powerful ladies of the Yan Dynasty!

Pian Fangfang · โรแมนซ์ทั่วไป
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1464 Chs

Ultimate Battle

Editor: Atlas Studios

Wei Ting looked at him deeply.

In terms of martial arts, Wei Ting might not be the strongest in this generation.

However, in terms of brains, no one dared to claim to be first if he was ranked second.

Against an old demon like Xiahou Yi, brute force was not enough.

He had to add on his brains as a top scholar.

Wei Ting suddenly charged at Xiahou Yi again.

This time, he did not use the Space Shattering Palm, but the Golden Fist of the Arhat Sect!

The Golden Fist specialized in breaking flexible swords.

Xiahou Yi's single arm trembled. The flexible sword was broken by Wei Ting's punch, but his fist did not stop and smashed into his chest again!

Xiahou Yi was about to vomit blood!

What was wrong with these people?

Were they specially targeting the wound?

Wei Ting carefully observed Xiahou Yi's change.