My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Even though Gu Ying wasn't deliberately targeted, he was standing relatively close by, and the force caused the blood in his body to surge. In the end, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

When he looked up in embarrassment, Lu Zijia was already gone.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, Gu Ying couldn't help smiling bitterly. Lu Zijia was even stronger than he expected. Could he really make Lu Zijia his woman smoothly? At this moment, Gu Ying suddenly felt unconfident for the first time.

When his gaze landed on the unconscious Xi Rou, Gu Ying couldn't help frowning tightly and a trace of impatience flashed through his eyes.

Even though he had already decided to give up on Xi Rou, he couldn't fall out with the forces behind her at this moment, at least not before he made Lu Zijia his woman.

…

Ever since she moved in with her man, Lu Zijia would talk to him about array formations almost every night. After a while, she found that her man was very talented in array formations.

So, as long as Lu Zijia was free, she would draw the array formations she knew for the man's reference.

"Disciple-in-law, you haven't refined pills for almost a week. Are you really not going to consider refining a furnace now?" Seeing that Lu Zijia was drawing the array map again, Taoist Mu Qing couldn't help persuading her with a headache.

Ever since his disciple's wife stopped refining pills, he was almost torn apart and swallowed alive by his anxious old friends.

Taoist Mu Qing was really worried for his life!

Lu Zijia didn't stop drawing the array formation map in her hand. She even shook her head to express her refusal while being distracted.

"Disciple-in-law, you can't just fish for two days and slack for three days. You'll get rusty easily," Taoist Mu Qing continued to persuade her without giving up.

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

Taoist Mu Qing: "…" He was just making an analogy! His disciple's wife got the main point wrong!

Just as Taoist Mu Qing was about to say something, Mu Ruishu came back from school with his small bag.

"Auntie, Auntie!"

Mu Ruishu was no longer as arrogant as when he first met Lu Zijia. He was completely convinced by Lu Zijia's various strengths now.

"Hello, Grandpa Qing. Auntie, I miss you. Did you miss me?" Mu Ruishu ran into the living room eagerly. After calling Taoist Mu Qing, he leaned on the coffee table and said to Lu Zijia sweetly like a lackey.

Lu Zijia stopped what she was doing and looked up at the little kid who was extremely obedient. "Tell me, do you need my help again?"

This kid was so smart. Every time he looked for her for something, he would be so obedient that it hurt her eyes. He was really useless.

"Hehe, Auntie is really good at predicting things." Mu Ruishu scratched his head in embarrassment and didn't forget to flatter his aunt at the same time.

Lu Zijia rolled her eyes in her mind. This kid even learned to flatter her!

Taoist Mu Qing, who was watching silently on the side: "…"

A five-year-old kid had already learned how to flatter people. As expected, he was old and couldn't keep up with the times!

"Auntie, can you help me find Little Bun?" Mu Ruishu raised his head and asked expectantly.

Lu Zijia had a wild imagination and said casually, "Little Bun? Your girlfriend? Did you have a fight with her, so she's avoiding you?"