My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Lu Zijia leaned on her man, lowered her head and fiddled with the few jadeites in her hand, immersed in her own world, as if she hadn't heard the chatter of the man on the other side.

And Mu Tianyan, who was leaned against by his wife, put one arm around her waist, gently rested his chin on her head, closed his eyes and enjoyed each other's warmth.

The three were hiding on the grass, so they could see each other's movements very clearly.

Sitting cross-legged across from the two of them, Daoist Muqing, who had been nagging for a long time, saw that the two of them didn't even change their movements, so he couldn't help but put his hands on his hips angrily.

These two little bastards, Chi Guoguo actually ignored him, such a master, showing affection, it's really... such a bastard!

"I said you two, can you say a word to me? At least let me know that you two little bastards are not statues."

Daoist Muqing stroked his white beard fiercely and said angrily.

At this time, Lu Zijia raised his head, with a pure and beautiful face, how helpless he looked, "Master, I think your old man is more suitable for taking more pills, really."

After speaking, Lu Zijia nodded heavily in order to show that she was telling the truth.

Taoist Mu Qing, "..."

Although he is possible, maybe it is really not suitable for refining medicine pills, but the wife's words are so straightforward, isn't it not good?

However, when he thought of the medicinal materials and alchemy furnaces he had wasted, and the scene of blowing up his daughter-in-law into a black African, Daoist Muqing couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Without waiting for Daoist Mu Qing to speak, Lu Zijia suddenly said again, "By the way, Master, how about we play a game?"

"what game?"

When he heard that his daughter-in-law actually said that he was playing games with him, Daoist Mu Qing, who was used to being a high-ranking and difficult-to-approach elder in the Mu family's family, couldn't help but be interested.

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

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

But in the end, he slowly let go.

When Daoist Mu Qing saw his apprentice's appearance, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "It's useless."

However, Taoist Muqing completely forgot who used to nagging in front of his apprentice. After finding his daughter-in-law, he must be nice to his daughter-in-law and listen to her words.

Now Mu Tianyan has done it, but he despises his apprentice for being unpromising, really... a helpless master!

"Hey, Master, you can take good care of it."

After feeling the arm on his waist leave, Lu Zijia immediately turned into a half squat, and placed the jadeite pieces in his hands around Daoist Mu Qing.

Taoist Mu Qing couldn't see why, but Mu Tianyan slightly raised his thin lips, apparently already guessing what his wife wanted to do.

Even the master dares to play tricks, and his wife is afraid that she will be skinny, but he likes the most skinny wife.

Daoist Mu Qing, who did not know that he had fallen into the pit dug by Lu Zijia, waited for Lu Zijia to place the jade, and asked with great interest, "This game is quite new, but, what kind of game is this? Play?"

Lu Zijia turned her head silently, pressing down the corner of her mouth, and then turned her head back again.

"This game is called 'I set up the formation and you break the formation'."

As Lu Zijia spoke, he quickly played the magic formula and raised the formation that was just arranged.

After the formation was raised, Lu Zijia couldn't hold back the bright smile on his face any longer, "Master, come on, old man, I have something else to do first!"