My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

The short-haired girl reached out to take the little yellow man and his hair in a daze. The shock in her mind couldn't calm down for a long time.

She remembered now. Seven days ago, when she walked past the library at school.

Suddenly, a male student she didn't know patted her back. When she turned around, the male student said that he had approached the wrong person.

She didn't think much of it at that time, but now that she thought about it, it immediately made her hair stand on end.

The onlookers, who were originally a bit surprised, couldn't help feeling shocked when they saw the change in the short-haired girl's reaction.

Could it be that the long-haired girl was really right?!

If it was true, wouldn't Master Fanming be a fake master?

In an instant, the surrounding people looked at Master Fanming with strange and probing gazes.

Feeling the suspicious gazes on him, Master Fanming's expression was a bit ugly. "Don't listen to her nonsense, everyone. That's just her trick. That yellow figure was something she prepared herself. She was deliberately causing trouble. Don't believe her. I believe everyone here knows my reputation. Besides, I don't accept a single cent every time. So, do you still doubt my kindness?"

Hearing what Master Fanming said, the onlookers immediately wavered again. For a moment, they didn't know who to believe.

Lu Zijia looked at Master Fanming with a faint smile. "You said I prepared this little yellow figure?"

"Of course."

Master Fanming replied without hesitation, but he felt a bit flustered for no reason.

"But why do I feel that the little yellow man has your aura, Master Fanming?"

The corners of Lu Zijia's mouth gradually widened. "Besides, I'm very sure that the little yellow man has your fingerprints on it. Master Fanming, you said just now that I prepared this little yellow man. If your fingerprints are found on it, how will you explain it? If you don't have a guilty conscience, do you dare to go to the hospital with me for a test? If I'm wrong, I'll kneel down and apologize to you in front of everyone. How about that?"

"Oh right."

Suddenly, Lu Zijia seemed to have thought of something and pointed at the ceramic bowl in her man's hand behind her. "And this bowl can also be tested together."

As Lu Zijia spoke, Master Fanming's expression became gloomier and gloomier.

In the end, it was so gloomy that water could almost drip out.

Master Fanming had never thought that the big matter he had planned for a few months would be ruined by a little girl!

At this moment, he simply wished he could cut Lu Zijia into eight pieces, extract her soul, and refine her soul!

"Just you wait!"

After saying this to Lu Zijia, Master Fanming suddenly ran away quickly.

The corners of Lu Zijia's mouth curled up slightly. She didn't chase after him and let Master Fanming run away.

Looking at Master Fanming, who quickly fled, the onlookers couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"F*ck! Master Fanming is really a fake!"

"Damn! To think I respected him so much before. I didn't expect him to be such a loser. I really feel like I swallowed a big fly right now!"

"Yeah, I really didn't expect this. I saw on my Moments that he was very smart. I didn't expect him to be deceived."

Hearing the discussions of the people around, a young man standing silently in the crowd sighed sadly and left the crowd in disappointment.

He thought that there was hope, but he didn't expect it to be a big liar. Fortunately, someone exposed that liar, or he would have harmed his brother if he invited that liar home.

Thinking of this, the young man looked even more lonely.