My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Now she has completely regarded Lu Zijia as her idol in life, and naturally she can no longer tolerate others' slander.

"No, no, you're helping her quibble, you're helping that bitch quibble!"

Lu Zhiyue's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and she pinched Ye Nanxi's neck with one hand.

"It was that bitch who was robbing my man. In order not to be robbed of my man, I sent that bitch to another man's bed. What's wrong!

That bitch should thank me, if I hadn't sent her to Mu Ershao's bed, where would she have had a good life now?

That slut doesn't appreciate me, but he even urged Ye Nanbo to lie to me and steal all my remaining money. A slut like her who repays her revenge should go to eighteen levels of hell! "

As the words fell, Lu Wanyue pinched Ye Nanxi's neck with a sudden force, almost pinching Ye Nanxi to death.

"Cough, cough cough... let go, let me go, me, cough..." Ye Nanxi's face flushed from being pinched, and her long-term lack of breathing made her consciousness a little blurred.

"I, I give you money, you, let me go..."

Ye Nanxi's voice was getting weaker and weaker. If she hadn't listened closely, she wouldn't have been able to hear what she said.

Just when Ye Nanxi thought that she was about to be strangled to death by such suffocation, a huge bang suddenly sounded.

It turned out that the dilapidated door was slammed open from the outside.

The next moment, Ye Nanxi only felt that the hand that was choking her neck suddenly loosened, which made her feel good about her life.

"boom--"

Lu Zijia grabbed the back of Lu Wiaoyue's neck and lifted her life directly.

Immediately, he slammed the person onto the coffee table, causing the already crumbling coffee table to shatter in an instant.

"Lu Biaoyue, if you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

At this moment, Lu Zijia was full of tyrannical aura, like a beast in rage.

As the words fell, Lu Zijia's slender and fair hands had already pinched Lu Zhiyue's neck, and with just a little force, she could make Lu Zhiyue close her eyes forever.

However, just as Lu Zijia was about to exert her strength, Ye Nanxi rushed over, and his hands bound by the hemp rope grabbed Lu Zijia's hand and pinched Lu Xianyue.

"Lu, ke, keke... Lu Dake, Master Lu no, no, ahem, Master Lu, don't kill people, kill people and go to jail, I don't want you to go to jail.

We called the police, we called the police and sent her to jail. "

Ye Nanxi said to Lu Zijia anxiously and worriedly while enduring the burning pain in his throat.

Moreover, she also heard that the celestial master committed murder knowingly, and he would be punished in eighteen layers of hell after his death.

She didn't want Master Lu to kill for her at all, and she didn't want Master Lu to go down to the eighteenth hell and be punished.

Looking at Shang Ye Nanxi's worried eyes, Lu Zijia's aura of tyranny weakened a bit.

"Okay, I won't kill her."

Lu Zijia patted her hand and motioned her to let go.

"Then let her go first."

Rarely, Ye Nanxi didn't listen to Lu Zijia's words immediately, but made a condition to Lu Zijia instead.

Lu Zijia sighed silently, and with a good temper, first released the hand that was pinching Lu Xianyue's neck.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Lu Wanyue, who had regained her breath, suddenly coughed violently, and seemed very uncomfortable.

However, her discomfort did not exchange for the slightest pity from the two present.

"Get up!"

Lu Zijia grabbed Ye Nanxi's arm with her backhand, lifted the person up, and loosened her hands along the way.