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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

The Violent Master Lu

Editor: Henyee Translations

Because even if the main family would take revenge for her after she died, she wouldn't be able to come back to life. She still had a bright future ahead of her. How could she die just like that?

However, just wait. She would definitely return the humiliation she suffered today a hundred times in the future!

She was going to make this lunatic, who dared to hurt her, suffer worse than being dead!

"Hurry up, I don't have much patience."

Even though the sword in Lu Zijia's hand stopped moving forward, it was still pressed against Mu Shiyou's legs. If she moved forward a bit more, Mu Shiyou would start bleeding.

"Slap! I'm a piece of trash."

Mu Shiyou repressed the humiliation in her mind that almost drowned her sanity. She raised her trembling hand and slapped herself as she gritted her teeth.

It wasn't that Lu Zijia didn't hear the deep hatred in her words, but she didn't care.