Martial Soul: Luo Sanpao, Starting by Conquering Liu Erlong! - Chapter 227: Yu Xiaogang’s Divine Trial

Su Wanwan’s scumbag fiancé cheated on her! The third party actually turned out to be her scumbag half-sister who shared the same father with her! In order to take revenge on her biased father and her white lotus stepmother and scum sister, she agreed to the marriage proposal from the mysterious boss in a fit of anger. Rumor has it that Huo Jingshen was a rich heir and he was the eldest grandson of the Huo family in Nanchang. He was extremely handsome and dashing, mature and also elegant. He was the perfect bachelor in many women’s eyes. However, he was actually ten years older than her? Su Wanwan secretly despised him: He was too old! There was a gap in their aesthetics! He was a boring and uninteresting old man! She regretted it and she was thinking if she could get a divorce? Who would have known that after their marriage…

“Husband, hurry up!”

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.