My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Hearing the man's words, Lu Zijia passed by without any resistance, not to mention how well-behaved she looked.

He stopped two steps away from the man and asked in confusion, "Is something wrong?"

God knows, because of the drugs in her body, she actually has some weak legs now.

But for the safety of her own life, she could only gamble, hoping to win.

Karma made her reborn, shouldn't she let her die so easily, right?

"Legs, treat."

Mu Tianyan has always been indifferent, and his speech is even more concise. It was a miracle that he could talk to Lu Zijia so much before.

"Leg treatment???"

The ham sandwich in the memory of the original owner?

Seeing that Mu Tianyan didn't respond, Lu Zijia thought she was the truth, but she was embarrassed.

"Are you hungry? But, I can't do leg therapy, how about I order takeout for you?"

In this world, there seems to be something called a telephone and a mobile phone. It's like a cultivator's voice transmission over a thousand miles. It's really miraculous.

After her life is safe, she has to study hard.

Thinking she was feigning innocence, Mu Tianyan raised his hand holding the pistol again, and his voice suddenly became a few degrees colder, "You have no chance."

Lu Zijia is called an innocent, although she has the memory of the original owner and knows what a ham sandwich is.

However, knowing does not mean you will do it!

This man is really unreasonable.

Seeing that the man was about to pull the trigger, Lu Zijia stopped trying to reason with him.

Moreover, the drug attack in her body did not allow her to continue to delay time.

I don't know if it was because of the obsession of resurrecting from the dead, but Lu Zijia brought the potential of this body to the extreme in an instant.

"boom--"

With the sound of the gun with the silencer installed, Lu Zijia dodged the bullets that flew past quickly.

Before the man was about to fire the second shot, the whole person rushed over, and at the same time grabbed the man's grabbing hand with one hand, with a sudden ingenuity, the dark pistol was in her hand.

Although she grabbed the pistol that threatened her life in her hand, her body couldn't control herself, and she still rushed towards the man in the wheelchair.

Looking from the back, it looks like a hungry tiger rushing for food.

The man responded very quickly. He didn't care about the weapon being taken away, but directly controlled the wheelchair and wanted to retreat.

However, his reaction was fast, and Lu Zijia's reaction was not inferior. Almost the moment he controlled the wheelchair to retreat, her arm hooked the man's neck.

Therefore, while the wheelchair quickly retreated, Lu Zijia, who was hanging on Mu Tianyan's body, was dragged away.

The two bodies were close to each other, both of them were wearing thin clothes, and they could feel each other's temperature clearly.

The coolness on the man's body made Lu Zijia, who was dry/re like a fireball, finally feel more comfortable.

Compared with Lu Zijia's comfort, Mu Tianyan, who hates people's closeness, has a completely dark face.

Especially when she felt Lu Zijia's body temperature, which was obviously hotter than ordinary people, she wanted to break her neck and fly away.

If someone pushed the door and entered at this time, it would undoubtedly be very embarrassing.

However, in fact, the two people who are close to each other, not only do not have the slightest ambiguous / ambiguous, but have a strong smell of fire and medicine.

"Second Master Mu, I advise you not to act rashly. You are fast, and I admit that I am not slow."

Aware of Mu Tianyan's murderous intention, Lu Zijia moved the pistol that was resting on Mu Tianyan's waist, and at the same time glanced at the hand hooking on the man's neck.

Neck, but it is easy to kill people.