My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator



As soon as Liang Zongxing said this, Liang Wenli's pupils constricted slightly and her eyes were full of disbelief.

In her memory, her big brother had always valued relationships.

Just like how her eldest brother still forgave her when she insisted on marrying her husband back then and almost caused the Liang family to fall into danger.

Even many years after she got married, he still took good care of her.

However, it had changed this time. Could it be that because of what happened three years ago, this big brother was completely disappointed in his sister?

Thinking of this, Liang Wenli couldn't help feeling a bit anxious and eager to salvage something.

"Yue'er, send Mrs. Mo and Miss Mo off for Father!" Liang Zongxing didn't wait for Liang Wenli to say anything else and directly turned around and went to the counter.

Apparently, he didn't want to talk to Liang Wenli anymore.

Liang Yingyue was secretly delighted, but she put on a good show on the outside and made an inviting gesture to the two of them. "Mrs. Mo, Miss Mo, please!"

There were many customers in the 500 meters store. Liang Wenli and her daughter, who didn't want others to laugh at them, could only leave "Just A Store" dejectedly.

"This is too much. I've already apologized humbly. What else do they want?"

After leaving "Just A Store" far enough, Mo Ya finally couldn't help but explode. Her pretty face was covered by a twisted expression.

Liang Wenli didn't look any better either. Her eyes were gloomy. "It seems that your uncle is really angry this time. I'm afraid it won't be easy to salvage our relationship."

"Then what should we do? Father said that the family clan's business is getting worse. If we can't persuade them to stay, the Mo family won't be able to hold on," Mo Ya said anxiously. She didn't want to become those itinerant cultivators with no power or influence that people looked down on.

Liang Wenli was silent for a moment before comforting him, "Don't worry, we'll think of a way. Your uncle is a soft-hearted person. We're his family. He won't really ignore us when we're in trouble."

Hearing that, Mo Ya was a bit relieved.

However, what Liang Wenli and her daughter didn't know was that Lu Zijia, who was hiding not far away, heard their conversation without missing a word.

"Master, we seem to be eavesdropping."

The golden pagoda sat on its master's shoulder and raised its claws to scratch its cat face.

Lu Zijia: "…" The golden pagoda, this idiot, didn't know what was truly eavesdropping at all!

Forget it, in case she led the child astray, she shouldn't explain.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

When it passed by a refining material store, the golden pagoda suddenly cried out excitedly.

However, it still used a voice transmission with a sense of propriety.

"Master, Master, there's something good inside. Something good! It should be a fire-element treasure."

Lu Zijia, who thought that the golden pagoda was having intermittent convulsions again, was delighted to hear that. She turned around and entered the refining materials store that the golden pagoda was talking about.

"Welcome, customer. What do you need?" Seeing someone come in, the shop assistant immediately went forward to welcome her warmly.

The golden pagoda could only sense that there was something good, but it didn't know what it was exactly. Lu Zijia sent the shop assistant away, indicating that she should take a look nonchalantly, casually and indifferently first.

The shop assistant thought that Lu Zijia was just here to stroll around and his original enthusiasm immediately decreased by more than half.

However, they were guests after entering, so the shop assistant didn't dare to show too much, so he stood aside and ignored them.

The shopkeeper was calculating behind the counter. When he looked up, he saw that the shop assistant didn't entertain the customers in the store. He was about to scold him when another customer entered the store.