My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Grandma Qian, your grandson is all right, don't fight! Aren't you most worried about your grandson? Come and see him!"

The psychologist on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Grandma Qian away, and signaled the young policeman to go out first.

The young policeman's heart was full of fire for a long time. Seeing that someone took over Grandma Qian, he simply walked out of the house.

"Xiaojie, Xiaojie, my good grandson!"

As soon as she heard about her grandson, Grandma Qian stopped chasing the young policeman.

Seeing the middle-aged policeman leave with her grandson in his arms, he immediately slapped the psychologist and said angrily, "Quick, quick, help me follow!"

The psychologist was slapped on the chest with a slap, and he almost couldn't hold his breath. This grandma's hands were too strong.

He remembered that the old grandmother had a few cuts on her arm. If she hadn't been injured, wouldn't her hand strength be stronger?

"Aiya! It hurts my old woman to death, you young man, don't you know how to back this old woman, what a winless idiot!

It's no wonder that there was a big morning in our house just now, and I didn't appease my precious grandson. You people, it's really not worth it, and it's a waste of the country's rice! "

At this moment, the psychologist deeply realized the suffering of the young policeman just now.

In the end, the psychologist still used his thin and tall body to carry the grandmother of more than 170 pounds of money.

"I advise you not to act rashly."

When Grandma Qian was about to be carried out of the house, Lu Zijia suddenly warned.

The young Mo Xiu, who was just about to rush towards Grandma Qian, didn't dare to move for a moment when he heard Lu Zijia's warning.

However, his slightly pale face was filled with hatred and fierceness.

"Tell me, why do you do this?"

While looking at the interior decoration of Qian's house, Lu Zijia asked the young magician.

The young demon cultivator clenched his hands tightly, his eyes were as scarlet as blood, and the hatred in his eyes was terrifying.

The young Mo Xiu didn't seem to expect that Lu Zijia would ask such a question, and looked up at her in astonishment.

Without hearing the answer, Lu Zijia glanced at it lightly, "Why, are you going to surrender directly?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to surrender, at least now I can't surrender, I, I..."

Hearing the words surrender, the young magician immediately moved towards the window in horror, as if he wanted to escape.

"You want revenge, right? I can help you." Lu Zijia nodded, indicating that he already knew what he was thinking.

The young Mo Xiu, who was about to escape, was surprised and delighted when he heard Lu Zijia's words.

"You, are you serious? Are you really willing to help me get revenge and help me get justice?"

The young Mo Xiu's expression was like crying but not crying, like smiling but not smiling, and he looked particularly hideous.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

The young demon cultivator was so excited that he knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Zijia, his expression full of gratitude.

Lu Zijia took a step to the side and dodged, "I said to help you, the person who made you suffer grievances will eventually be punished by the law."

Hearing this, the young Mo Xiu nodded again and again, his gratitude to Lu Zijia did not diminish at all, "I didn't want to kill her at all, but I didn't know how to get her to be punished by the law, so I wanted to kill her."

Immediately, the young magician seemed to think of something, his face was full of grief and remorse, "I don't want anyone to be like me, and the kindness is not rewarded..."