My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"What about us?"

Lu Zijia suddenly said, "Ah Yan and I should have the right to negotiate with you, right?"

Duanmu Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was a bit impatient.

Before Duanmu Ge said anything, Lu Zijia continued, "We can swear to be loyal to you, but there are also many kinds of loyalty. For example, loyalty to doing something and loyalty to not doing anything. There are actually many loopholes in oaths. What do you think, Second Prince?"

Obviously, Lu Zijia was obviously indicating if they would not do their best even if they were forced to swear loyalty to him.

They might even cause problems secretly.

Duanmu Ge, who heard the meaning behind Lu Zijia's words, immediately looked gloomy and killing intent flashed in his eyes.

But soon, Duanmu Ge suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

The temptation of a Mystic Rank array master and a Mystic Rank alchemist was too great. He couldn't bear to give up in the end, let alone when he was about to get them!

Sensing the killing intent that dissipated from Duanmu Ge, Lu Zijia was secretly relieved.

She had made the right bet this round.

However, this couldn't go on. Even if they still had a way to delay the time, Duanmu Ge would still sense that something was wrong.

Now, she could only rely on her uncle, who was far away in the Imperial City, to move faster.

"Alright, I'll let Fourth Brother die in peace!" After saying that, Duanmu Ge swore according to what Duanmu Heng said just then.

"Now, Fourth Brother, you should be at ease, right?" Duanmu Ge stared at Duanmu Heng coldly, obviously not having much patience left.

Duanmu Heng glanced at Lu Zijia without a trace. Seeing that she still didn't give any signal, he understood that there was no news from the Imperial City yet.

He smiled bitterly and immediately put the spiritual sword in his hand against his neck again, as if he had accepted his fate.

Liang Yingjun's heart tightened and he grabbed his hand again. "Cousin!"

"Enough! Don't think that I'll change my mind just because you stall for time. I'll give you one last chance, Duanmu Heng. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and letting your mother die first!" Duanmu Ge warned with a vicious gaze.

Duanmu Heng's face turned pale, but he still pulled Liang Yingjun's hand firmly in the end. "Please take care of my mother and father for me."

Duanmu Heng smiled decisively and the hand that was holding the spiritual sword suddenly moved, wanting to give himself a quick death.

However, at the critical moment, Lu Zijia suddenly attacked and knocked down the spiritual sword in Duanmu Heng's hand.

Clang!

The spiritual sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Jia'er?"

Duanmu Heng was stunned for a moment. Thinking that he had successfully saved his mother in the Imperial City, he couldn't help looking at Lu Zijia with hope in his eyes.

However, Lu Zijia didn't give him an answer. Instead, she looked at Duanmu Ge.

"Alright, alright, alright! You're really good. You've fooled me again and again, right? I'll let you know the consequences of fooling me!"

Seeing that Duanmu Heng wasn't dead again, Duanmu Ge flew into a rage and suddenly injected his spiritual power into the communication jade pendant in his hand. The communication jade pendant instantly glowed with a white light.

"No…"

Duanmu Heng wanted to stop them in fear, but it was already too late.

Seeing Duanmu Heng's painful and despairing look, Duanmu Ge laughed wildly, his eyes full of joy.

"Fourth Brother, I've already given you many chances. You didn't know how to cherish them, so don't blame me. However, if you must blame someone, blame the people around you. If they didn't stop you time and time again, your mother wouldn't have to die."