My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

After speaking, Lu Zijia pulled up her man and ran back to the villa in a hurry.

Daoist Mu Qing, who was left alone, "???" What happened to this little girl?

Although Taoist Muqing noticed the strangeness, he did not observe the strangeness.

Seeing that Lu Zijia and the two disappeared without a trace, Daoist Mu Qing couldn't help laughing and scolding.

Then he shook his head helplessly and sighed, didn't he dislike this old guy for hindering their young couple's love, really, just two little bastards.

After the belly slander, Daoist Mu Qing got up and patted his butt, and wanted to get in touch with a few old friends.

However, he just took a step as if he had kicked something, making him almost fall forward.

Daoist Mu Qing was stunned for a moment, and then his old eyes stared at the boss instantly, as if he was about to stare out his eyeballs.

"The formation, it turned out to be a formation!"

Taoist Mu Qing muttered to himself, unable to hide the shock on the old face.

After a long while, Daoist Mu Qing laughed, his eyes full of admiration.

Not only can he concoct alchemy, but he can also form spells. Good, good, his apprentice really found a super big baby!

Originally, Daoist Muqing still had some doubts about Lu Zijia's complete cure of his apprentice, but now it seems that it is really terrible, so old guys like them have to obey!

Fortunately, such a big baby was saved by his own apprentice, otherwise, once the little girl grows up, it will definitely be the most troublesome trouble in history.

the other side.

Lu Zijia, who had pulled her man away, finally couldn't help laughing when she returned to the living room.

The master of his own man is so pitiful. After the formation was completed, he didn't even notice it. I really don't know whether to trust her or be rude.

Seeing his wife smiling happily, the corners of Mu Tianyan's mouth also kept rising, and his eyes were always soft and doting, "You are getting more and more courageous."

Lu Zijia shrugged innocently, "Your master is a good person, so he shouldn't be angry."

She was really scared of being bombed by Daoist Muqing's fryer these days. In desperation, she could only come up with the game of 'I set up the formation and you destroy the formation'.

With Daoist Muqing's attitude towards alchemy, he should also be interested in the art of confrontation, right?

Well, Lu Zijia will never admit that she feels a little guilty.

Mu Tianyan chuckled lightly, raised his hand and squeezed her tender and tender face, "You are the smart one."

In fact, what Mu Tianyan didn't say was that his master was not really interested in refining medicine pills, but his wife.

Of course, in addition to being curious and interested in his wife, there is another important reason, that is, his master is too bored, so he finds something interesting to do by himself.

However, you can't let your wife know about this, otherwise her wife will be blown away.

Lu Zijia pretended to sigh and shook his head, "No way, your master is too prodigal."

In just a few days, millions of medicinal materials and nearly 10 million pill furnaces were wasted, and she was even more prodigal than her.

Of course, the most important thing is that she is bombed into black Africans every day.

Compared with learning to refine medicine pills, she would rather teach its formation, at least the formation will not explode, right?

Looking at the girl pretending to be serious, the smile in Mu Tianyan's eyes deepened, he quickly kissed her red lips, and praised, "My wife is really virtuous and knows how to be diligent and thrifty."