My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Although Gu Ying was not specifically targeted, the distance was relatively close, which caused the blood in his body to surge, and finally he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood.

When he looked up in embarrassment, Lu Zijia had long since disappeared.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, Gu Ying couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Lu Zijia's strength is stronger than he expected, can he really make Lu Zijia become his woman smoothly? At this moment, Gu Ying suddenly felt unconfident for the first time.

When her eyes touched Xi Rou who was unconscious, Gu Ying couldn't help frowning tightly, and a trace of impatience flashed in her eyes.

Although he had already decided to give up Xi Rou, it was not good for him to tear himself apart from the forces behind her at this time, at least not until Lu Zijia became his woman.

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After sharing the bed with her own man, Lu Zijia chatted with the man about formations almost every night. After a period of time, she found that her man was very talented in formations.

So, as long as she is free, Lu Zijia will draw the array diagram she knows for reference to men.

"Daughter-in-law, you haven't made alchemy for almost a week, don't you really think about going to practice now?"

Seeing that Lu Zijia was drawing the formation diagram again, Taoist Mu Qing couldn't help but persuade him with some headaches.

After the disciple-in-law stopped alchemy, this old man was about to be torn apart and swallowed raw by those anxious old friends.

Daoist Muqing, who is worried about his own life tomorrow, is a worry!

Lu Zijia kept drawing the formation chart in her hands, and she was distracted and shook her head, expressing her refusal.

"Daughter-in-law, it's not good for you to fish for three days and dry the net for two days. It's easy to become unfamiliar." Daoist Mu Qing continued to persuade him without giving up.

Lu Zijia still shook his head, "I don't fish."

Daoist Mu Qing, "..." He was just a metaphor, a metaphor! The disciple-in-law got the wrong point!

Just when Daoist Muqing wanted to say something, the little boy Mu Ruishu came back from school with a small schoolbag on his back.

"Auntie, Auntie!"

Murray's little friend has lost the arrogance when they first met Lu Zijia, and now he is completely convinced by Lu Zijia's various abilities.

"Hello Grandpa Qing, Auntie, I miss you, do you miss me?"

Mu Ruishu's little boy ran into the living room and called out to Daoist Mu Qing, then lay down on the coffee table and approached Lu Zijia sweetly and said sweetly.

Lu Zijia stopped what he was doing, looked up at the dog-legged little boy, "Tell me, do you have anything else to ask me for help with?"

This little brat is a ghost, and every time she comes to her for something, her eyes will be irritated by the dog's legs, which is really useless.

"Hee hee, auntie is really predictable."

Little Murray was embarrassed to scratch his head, and at the same time he didn't forget to flatter his aunt.

Lu Zijia rolled her eyes in her heart, this little brat, in order to flatter her, has learned idioms, which is really promising!

Taoist Mu Qing, who was silently watching from the side, "..."

The little boy who is only five or six years old has learned to flatter him. Sure enough, this old guy is old and can't keep up with the times!

"Auntie, can you help me find the little bun?" The little boy Murray asked with his head raised in anticipation.

"Little Bun? Your little girlfriend? Did you quarrel with her, so she avoided you?" Lu Zijia said casually with a big brain hole.