My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Lu Zijia didn’t stop the golden pagoda, but showed a satisfied look instead.

It was indeed her contract spirit.
That was what it should do.

Even though she couldn’t kill this woman, this woman scolded her man just then.
She had to teach her a lesson no matter what.
Otherwise, she would really think that there was no one protecting her man!

“I suggest you don’t act rashly.
Otherwise, it’ll be bad if I break your neck accidentally.”

Noticing that Mu Shiyou was moving, Lu Zijia curled up the corners of her mouth and warned her in a faint tone.

Mu Shiyou stopped what she was doing and her face was distorted.
Flames almost spouted out of her eyes.

“Get down!”

Mu Shiyou growled as she gritted her teeth.
Her eyes were so red that they seemed to be stained with a layer of blood.

She had been superior since she was little.
Even when she went to the main family of the Mu family and was suppressed by Mu Tianyan, she was still a superior genius.

She had never been stepped on like this before!

The humiliation in her heart made Mu Shiyou almost go crazy, but she dared not to act rashly.

Even though she had no idea what Lu Zijia was trying to do, she knew that if she wasn’t confident enough to beat Lu Zijia with one attack, her neck would probably be broken or her head would be smashed by Lu Zijia.

She didn’t want any of these consequences to happen.

“I’m not coming down.
I’m not coming down.
What can you do about it?” Lu Zijia wiggled her body deliberately and stepped on the ground, looking very unhappy.

Mu Yunhao and the others, who were watching quietly on the side: “…”

Was it really good for Madame to be so naughty? Mu Shiyou, the second genius, must hate Madame to death right now, right?

But it was fine.
They were destined to be enemies anyway.
What difference would it make if she hated her more or less?