My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

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There was a hint of hope in her eyes when she looked at Lu Zijia.

“I saw you at the Gu family’s banquet.
You were already up to something then, weren’t you?

“But do you know that it’s not easy to scheme on me?

“Especially when you dragged my friend in to lure me here, I’m very upset.”

Lu Zijia’s voice was cold and she glanced at Ye Xinping with a gaze with no temperature.

“Poof!”

As soon as he finished talking, Ye Xinping spurted out a mouthful of blood without warning.

“Hm…”

The sharp pain in her abdomen made Ye Xinping break out in cold sweat, with an obviously painful look on her face.

“I… I’m sorry.
I didn’t do it on purpose.
I had no choice.
I really had no choice.
I could only look for you in this way.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Ye Xinping said with difficulty as she endured the deep-rooted pain in her abdomen and knelt down slowly.

“I’ve never thought about hurting him since the beginning.
Really, I’ve really never thought about hurting Song Zixuan and I’ve never thought about hurting anyone.

“But I really need your help, Master.
Please, Master, please help me! Please, Master, as long as you’re willing to help me, I can do anything for you, including giving you my life.”

Suddenly, something seemed to come to Ye Xinping’s mind and she sounded even more emotional.
“There’s one thing that I believe you’d want too, Master.
As long as you’re willing to help me, I’ll give you that thing.”

Lu Zijia was unmoved and she didn’t remove the spell for her either.
“Even myself can’t be sure if I would want what you said.
How can you be sure?

“Also, I don’t like being threatened, let alone talking about business with insincere people.”

As soon as Lu Zijia finished talking, Ye Xinping spurted out blood again without any warning, dying the white floor red.