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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 · Urban
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2140 Chs

The Second Master Who Wanted to Throw His Nephew to Another Planet

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Meanwhile,

"Master."

Che Zhibin, who was waiting at the door of the Deputy Director's office, was delighted when he saw Taoist Xuening walking over slowly with her hands behind her back. He quickly shouted respectfully.

Taoist Xuening also came from the Maoshan Sect, and as a disciple of Maoshan Sect, Che Zhibin called her Master.

"Hm, let's talk inside!"

Taoist Xuening was still expressionless, but she looked at Che Zhibin with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

Taoist Xuening walked into the office first, followed by Che Zhibin.

"Master, are you satisfied?"

After Taoist Xuening sat down, Che Zhibin couldn't help but ask carefully.

Taoist Xuening looked down at the dry, old hand that didn't match the skin on her face at all. A clear look of disgust flashed through her eyes and her tone also became a bit gloomy.

"Well done. I like that girl a lot."