My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Bang-puff--"

The vice-president lost, and was smashed against the wall by Lu Zijia's lightning attack, leaving a clearly visible human-shaped mark on the dilapidated wall.

The vice-principal's body was already at the end of the shot. Her chest was surging with qi and blood. Coupled with the thunder-type spiritual energy remaining on her body, she finally couldn't help spitting blood.

The whole person seemed to wilt in an instant, losing the vitality of life.

Lu Zijia didn't stop because she seriously injured someone, but under the viper-like stare of the deputy director, she stepped forward without changing her tone and abolished her technique.

The moment she was abandoned again, the deputy director's face was terribly distorted. The skin that was half-hanging on her face after the fight finally fell down unbearably, revealing that bloody, penetrating face. of a face.

No, that can no longer be called a face, there is no human face, and it is more terrifying than a monster.

Noticing that the fortunately made face fell off his face, the deputy director stared at Lu Zijia, as if he was going to delay her.

"Little bitch, the old man underestimated you, but don't be complacent, even if you can survive tonight, you may not survive tomorrow, and the people in the special operations department will not let you go.

Hahaha, little slut, even if Laodao dies, he will hold you back, and Laodao is waiting for you in the underworld haha-"

The deputy director said with certainty that as soon as she died, the people in the operations department would know that Lu Zijia killed her.

Obviously, she left something behind.

Lu Zijia lowered her head and looked down at Daoist Xue Ning, who was laughing wildly and whose vitality was getting weaker and weaker.

"I'm sorry, I may have to disappoint you again, Deputy Director, right, Director..."

As Lu Zijia spoke, she slowly turned to look at the door, where several people were standing at the moment.

In addition to the people brought by Mu Tianyan, there was also a middle-aged uncle who wore a floral shirt and looked out of place.

And this middle-aged uncle is actually Luo Baode, the director of the special operations department in the imperial capital.

When Luo Baode just arrived, he happened to hear the last conversation between the deputy director and Lu Zijia. Seeing Lu Zijia, he frowned and walked over with a heavy face.

Looking at Daoist Xue Ning, who is not like a ghost or a ghost, Luo Baode finally sighed heavily, "You deserve the death penalty. The action department will not punish Lu girl, but will reward her."

Speaking of this, Luo Baode sighed again, looking at Daoist Xue Ning's eyes full of complexity, "I thought you were just a little paranoid, but I didn't expect you to do such a crazy thing.

Killing more than a dozen lives, just for your appearance, is it worth it?

Is it worth it to lose decades of life for the sake of appearance?

Now if you don't want to die, you will continue your life with even more maddened and crooked ways. Acting against the sky is simply contrary to the destiny and the duty of a magician. You should be damned. "

After finishing speaking, Luo Baode didn't give Daoist Xue Ning a quibble at all, and gave Lu Zijia a chance to splash dirty water. He directly slapped her Tianling Gai and gave her a ride in person.

Immediately, Luo Baode took out a three-finger-sized jade gourd from his body, and strongly sealed the consciousness that Daoist Xue Ning had not had time to escape.

When Luo Baode put away the jade gourd, he explained to Lu Zijia, "I will give her a ride in person, don't worry, I promise she won't show up again."

That is to say, Daoist Xue Ning will not have the opportunity to seek revenge on Lu Zijia again, so that Lu Zijia can rest assured.