My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Immediately, as if thinking of something, Song Zixuan gathered his clothes, lowered his voice, and asked sneakily, "Did you discover that demon cultivator?"

Lu Zijia didn't intend to explain the martial artist to Song Zixuan, so he nodded along with his words.

Seeing Lu Zijia nodding, Song Zixuan's body suddenly froze, and his eyes carefully looked around.

"Then, what about that magic cultivator now? Should, shouldn't it be here?"

Song Zixuan pretended to be calm on the surface, but he couldn't help swallowing.

Seeing him holding on again, Lu Zijia smiled, not badly, "Yeah, hey, it's by your side, can't you feel it?

Shouldn't it? He is putting his arms around your shoulders now and asking you to play with him! "

While talking, Lu Zijia pointed to his right with his chin, indicating that the magic cultivator was standing on his right.

Hearing that the demon cultivator was beside him, Song Zixuan's body instantly stiffened a few degrees.

When he heard that the magic cultivator was still holding his shoulders, Song Zixuan couldn't help but turn pale, and his body couldn't help shaking.

People who don't know, think how cold he is!

"you you you……"

Song Zixuan mechanically turned his head to Lu Zijia, his expression was beyond words!

Lu Zijia blinked innocently, and said kindly, "Me? What's wrong with me?"

Seeing that Lu Zijia was still feigning innocence, Song Zixuan almost used her heart to strangle her to death.

What's so special, there is a magic cultivator standing beside him, don't you know to remind him earlier!

Go, isn't this woman a magician, shouldn't she be the first to accept the magic repair when she sees it?

How is it now? Why is he just standing there, watching him being harassed by a demon cultivator!

Holy shit! Can it be better!

Just when Song Zixuan was both scared and maddened, the mother and son of the Zhao family, who had been among the villagers looking for news, saw Lu Zijia walking over immediately.

"Zixuan, why are you looking so bad? Are you feeling unwell?"

As soon as Liang Yuhua came over, he noticed something was wrong with Song Zixuan, and immediately asked worriedly.

Song Zixuan came here only to help their Zhao family. If Song Zixuan did anything else during this period, how could she be worthy of her friend? How can I be worthy of the Song family?

"Yeah Zixuan, I see that you look so bad, I'd better take you to the hospital first."

Zhao Ziteng was also very worried, and he was about to help Song Zixuan into the car and take him to the hospital.

However, when he wanted to help Song Zixuan go, he found that Song Zixuan's entire body was stiff, as if he had turned into a statue, motionless.

"Magic, demon, repair... hurry up, hurry up... go..."

Maybe it was a psychological effect. After knowing that there was a demon cultivator holding his arm at the moment, Song Zixuan felt that his right shoulder was so heavy, as if something was hanging on his arm and couldn't come off.

Seeing the Zhao family's mother and son coming, my heart was even more anxious.

He wanted to speak and tell them to leave quickly, but who knows, the words he said were stammered, which made the mother and son of the Zhao family look bewildered, and obviously did not understand what he meant.

"Zixuan, what are you talking about? Also, what happened to you? Did something happen?"

Feeling the unusualness of his body, Zhao Ziteng suddenly became more worried and anxious.

He looked at Lu Zijia subconsciously, wanting to get an answer from her.