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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 · สมัยใหม่
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2300 Chs

Insulting the Superior’s Image

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Director."

Mu Tianyan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. He looked at Luo Baode indifferently with his deep eyes. "My wife doesn't belong to anyone, nor does she need the protection of others. I'll be responsible for my wife. Therefore, tell the people above you not to worry about my wife."

After saying that, Mu Tianyan nodded slightly at Luo Baode and left with Lu Zijia in his arms.

Luo Baode: "…" How could he forget about this fierce god… Alright, they were all his ancestors. As the Director, he should just be a coward silently.

Since the people above liked to make a fuss, he would let them go to Mu Tianyan directly.

Thinking of this, Luo Baode immediately felt refreshed.

Two days later, after saving the little bun.

"Auntie, Auntie."

Mu Ruishu ran to Lu Zijia, who was sitting on the recliner and basking in the sun, with a bright and sweet smile.