My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"You do not believe?"

Mu Qi looked at Zhao Xiangchong with the same deep eyes as her father's, and even his voice did not fluctuate.

Zhao Xiangchong didn't give her any look, obviously he didn't take her seriously at all.

Mu Qi's eyes dimmed, and the small figure disappeared in place in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already behind Zhao Xiangchong.

"Young Master, be careful!"

Several bodyguards in black who were brought by Zhao Xiangchong to fill the scene saw Mu Qi who appeared behind Zhao Xiangchong in the blink of an eye, and their expressions suddenly changed.

While reminding Zhao Xiangchong, he also quickly took action to control Mu Qi, a three-year-old child.

However, it was too late.

"Bam—ah—"

Zhao Xiangchong, like his younger brother Zhao Xiangfeng, was kicked out without warning by Mu Qi, a seemingly innocuous three-year-old child.

However, Zhao Xiangchong was kicked in the back, so the tragic situation was more serious than Zhao Xiangfeng's. His butt was swollen like a big steamed bun.

Blood dripped from his mouth, and a few teeth could be faintly seen in it.

"Young Master!"

Seeing Zhao Xiangchong, who fainted after a scream, the men in black were stunned for a while before they reacted and rushed up to help them.

As for controlling Mu Qi, they didn't even dare to think about it, let alone do it.

A three-year-old child can move a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, and there is no trace of fluctuation.

He could even knock Zhao Xiangchong, a third-level ancient martial artist, to death with one kick. One can imagine how terrifying this three-year-old child is!

monster! Simply a monster!

They knew that if they continued to stay, they would have nothing good to eat. More importantly, if they continued to stay, they could not guarantee that Zhao Xiangchong's situation would be more serious.

If Zhao Xiangchong's little life is lost like this, then the bodyguards who follow them will lose half their lives even if they don't die.

Therefore, several bodyguards in black had to carry Zhao Xiangchong, who had fainted to death and was in a state of embarrassment, and hurriedly got into the car and left to go to the hospital.

For the first time, Du Yankang, who witnessed Miss Mu Qi's majesty, has a big mouth that can fit a duck's egg!

And even if Mu Dingan saw it for the second time, he was still very horrified.

After all, the strengths of Zhao Xiangfeng and Zhao Xiangchong are two levels apart, but they were still managed by Mu Qi, a three-year-old child!

"Too, too great!"

After Du Yankang finally reacted, he looked at Mu Qi with a sparkle in his eyes!

If it wasn't for his unfamiliarity, he would have wanted to have a bear hug with Miss Mu Qi!

The praised Miss Mu Qi carried her hands behind her back, with a cool expression, without the joy or pride of being praised at all.

On the contrary, little brother Mu Lin raised his head arrogantly and said to Yourong, "That's right, my sister is amazing, even better than me!"

Du Yankang, Mu Dingan, "..." What metaphor is this? While praising your sister, do you also talk about praising yourself?

Before Du Yankang and the two were speechless, Lu Zijia asked them to drive a car out, and found all the companies under the Zhao family.

After hearing this, Du Yankang and Mu Ding'an jumped their heads, always feeling that their ancestors were going to do something big.

However, the ancestors said that they should obey the words of the two ancestors who had just returned to the Mu family.

Therefore, even if they feel that the ancestor in front of them is going to do something, they can only do it as quickly as possible.