My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

  Chapter 393 The End of Che Zhibing (1)

  At the same time, in this small space, strange gusts of cold wind were blowing, and it sounded like a ghost crying and howling wolf.

  Such a weird picture, if ordinary people are present, I am afraid that I will be immediately frightened and fainted, right?

  When the deputy chief had activated the formation and was about to sacrifice the soul and flesh of the last person against the formation, Lu Zijia, who had been standing by the side obediently, suddenly spoke.

  "Che Daoyou, are you still not running? If you don't run, it will be too late."

  Lu Zijia's words sounded a bit playful, but it made Che Zhibing's heart suddenly choked.

  At this moment, he suddenly met the strange old eyes of the deputy director, and the anxiety and fear in his heart became even worse.

  At first, he didn't understand what dumb riddle the two were playing, and he didn't understand what Lu Zijia meant that she was not the only one, but at this moment, he seemed to understand a little bit.

   But, how is that possible? !

Although the   Maoshan faction does not forbid fellow disciples to fight the law, they must never kill fellow disciples, otherwise they will be expelled from the sect, and they will also be chased by the sect to kill Tianya Haijiao.

  If Shishu attacked him, wouldn’t he be afraid of being chased by the sect?

   Seeing him look like he was uncertain, wanting to escape but not daring to escape, Lu Zijia seemed to know what he was thinking in his heart, and ‘kindly’ explained to him one by one.

  "The formation arranged by your uncle is a sorcery formation. Nine lives have been sacrificed before you, plus you are just ten lives.

  As long as you sacrifice ten living appointments, your uncle thinks that you can use this formation to succeed in winning my home. Isn’t it ridiculous?

  This kind of method of damaging morals is also fortunate that you people from the Maoshan School can think of it. "

  Although Lu Zijia was smiling on her face, her tone was cold and biting, as if it were cold thorns, which made her life hurt.

   "Oh no, the most ridiculous thing is not this incident, but your uncle, in order to pursue looks, actually stripped more than a dozen women and tried to stick them on her own face.

  In order to make the skin more natural, the women were still alive before the women were peeled off. "

  Speaking of this, Lu Zijia paused and turned to look at the deputy dean, "Am I right? Associate dean."

  Following Lu Zijia's words, he saw that the deputy chief did not refute, but smiled strangely.

  Che Zhibing's face became paler and paler, and the intense fear in his heart made his body tremble, and his feet almost retreated subconsciously.

  It’s just that he just took a step back and found that he seemed to be locked in place, and he could no longer take a step.

  In contrast to Che Zhibing’s fear, the deputy dean looked at Lu Zijia with admiration, “Little girl, you know so much. I guess the director told you that, right?”

   Before Lu Zijia could answer, he said again, "It seems that the director of the boy has already suspected the old way, I really can't underestimate it!"

  Lu Zijia ignored her sigh, nodded and admitted readily, "Yes, the director secretly told me, let me stay away from you, don't be alone with you.

  Oh, by the way, the director asked me to notify him when you were looking for me! "

   "Actually, although the director is a bit iron cock, he is still very good, at least he is upright and honest?

  It is you, the deputy chief, who killed so many lives. After you die, you are afraid that you will be sent to the eighteenth hell.

  Oh, I’m so talkative, Deputy Chief, but you are also a sorcerer, how come you don’t know if you kill too much, you will be sent to the 18th floor of **** to be tortured? "

  (End of this chapter)