My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

th him, Taoist Mu Qing, who was used to being a superior elder in the Mu family who wasn’t easy to get close with, couldn’t help feeling interested.

Lu Zijia suddenly smiled brightly and patted the man who was holding her, asking him to let go first.

Mu Tianyan frowned.
Apparently, he was not willing to let go of the warmth in his arms.

But in the end, he still let her go slowly.

Seeing the look of his disciple, Taoist Mu Qing couldn’t help complaining in his mind, “Useless.”

However, Taoist Mu Qing had totally forgotten who used to nag in front of his disciple, asking him to treat his wife well and listen to her after finding one.

And now, Mu Tianyan did it, but he complained that his disciple was useless.
What a… frustrating master!

“Hey, Master, watch carefully.”

After feeling that the arm around her waist was gone, Lu Zijia immediately squatted and put the emeralds in her hands around Taoist Mu Qing.

Taoist Mu Qing was confused, while Mu Tianyan curled up his thin lips slightly.
Apparently, he had already guessed what his wife wanted to do.

Her wife even dared to mess with his master.
She must be mischievous to the extreme.
However, no matter how mischievous his wife was, he still liked her.

Taoist Mu Qing, who had no idea that he had fallen into the trap Lu Zijia set up, even asked with interest after Lu Zijia put the emeralds around him, “This game is quite new, but what kind of game is this? How do we play it?”

Lu Zijia turned her head silently.
After suppressing the smile on her face, she turned her head back again.

“This game is called ‘I’ll set up the array and you’ll break it. ’”

Lu Zijia said as she quickly cast a spell and raised the array she just set up.

After the array rose, Lu Zijia could no longer suppress the beaming smile on her face.
“Master, good luck.
I still have something to do, so I’ll go now!”