Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination - Chapter 968 Ely Plushie

Yun Wan transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role in a male-frequent novel.
The female partner was born in the Acacia sect, and has an indescribably superb physique. With her as the center, monks within a radius of ten meters can rely on her to obtain cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to move the spring water. If the two parties work together, they can become immortals in place. Not impossible.
Therefore, the father dedicates her as a “gift” to the unlucky man N Suiyuan in the story, and never wants to be returned on the spot by the other party.
When Yun Wan passed through, she happened to be on the way to “give gifts”.
Recalling the miserable ending of the female supporting role, Yun Wan decided to run away and find a sect to learn art from a teacher. To ensure safety, she planned to find another bodyguard.
The bodyguard she had a crush on, Mo Yi Qingchen, was very handsome, and Yun Wan leaned over happily: “Brother, take the order? As long as you stay within ten meters of me, you can get 888 cultivation points per second.” At the end, she added, “It’s done.” Afterwards, our spirits and souls blended together and soared together.”
That’s right, she’s hungry for abs.
In just three sentences, Yun Wan managed to get the handsome guy to escort her for eighty-eight days.
Finally arrived at the Great Sect, Yun Wan was about to bid farewell to the bodyguards, but was greeted with a sentence: “Welcome Master Suiyuan, Master Yun Wan returns to the sect!”
“…???” What year old? Teacher what mother?
The other party looked at her with a half smile but not a smile: “Mind and soul, soaring together?”
“…” Damn it, she is the unlucky little bastard.
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Note: There are private settings inside, please do not research.
The ranks of immortal cultivation are: Qi refining, foundation building, consecration, Jindan, Yuanying, Mahayana, and robbing.

Content tags: Xianxia Cultivation Wearing Books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yun Wan, Xie Tingyun ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: The supporting female partner of the Hehuan sect will never admit defeat!
Conception: scientific cultivation of immortality, physical fitness

- Description from novelbuddy

A certain Xiao wang* embraced her who was in men’s clothing, rolled over onto the ground, not neglecting to kiss her with burning kisses.

She who was going to war on behalf of her brother yelled out, “Wangye*, I am a man! A man! Do you see clearly?”

Wangye acted as if nothing happened, accurately captured two fragrant, soft and sweet lips, one kiss after another: “This wang am recently sexually inclined towards males!” A certain female’s tiny waist was being crushed as she tearfully pled, “Wangye, please spread the rain and dew!”

A certain Xiao wang: “There are many potential lovers to choose from, but this wang only wants one.”

She, Linghu Shui Yue, a military doctor from the modern era, has reincarnated into a stupid sixteen year old girl?

She stupid? Then she’ll stupidly hit Qi* wang! Fortune favors fools! How about changing a husband to play with? What is Qi wang? She heard that You* wang was the world’s most beautiful man! Sleep, of course one must sleep the world’s number one beautiful man! Marry, of course she must marry the man all the women in the world want to marry!

But, isn’t this man too black-bellied? There was no need for her to even think about it for the man voluntarily presented himself at her door and used all sorts of wiles and methods to marry her as consort! There’s a conspiracy! Then come! And see how she sees through the subterfuge and completely demolishes it.

- Description from Novelupdates

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.