My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

I don't know if her threat played a role, Yang Qingtian finally slowly walked out from the corner of the balcony.

"I want the murderer to pay the price he deserves, and the people who have been implicated by me are innocent."

At this moment, Yang Qingtian has returned to the appearance of an ordinary person, but his eyes are still a little scarlet.

"Then do as I say."

Lu Zijia glanced at her, then gestured to Liang Weishu, who was sitting slumped on the sofa, "Take his words."

As the words fell, Lu Zijia quickly typed a magic formula, quietly opening his eyes to Liang Weishu.

"Why are you hurting me?"

The sudden sound in the room made Liang Weishu look up in panic.

"Yang, Senior Sister Yang!"

Seeing Yang Qingtian standing not far in front of him, Liang Weishu's face suddenly turned pale, and the horror in his eyes was clear.

"Why do you want to hurt me?" Yang Qingtian looked at him blankly and repeated it again.

"I-I-I-"

The fear in his heart made Liang Weishu's body tremble violently. I believe that if he hadn't been sitting on the sofa at this moment, he would have been sitting on the ground long ago.

"Speak! Why do you want to kill me!" Yang Qingtian suddenly shouted, her slightly scarlet eyes were instantly stained with a layer of blood, which was terrifyingly bright red.

Liang Weishu was so frightened that he trembled even more, and his face was completely bloodless.

Seeing him like this, Lu Zijia on the side couldn't help but wonder if he would be scared to death.

"No, no, this is a dream, this is a dream, this must be a dream, yes, yes, this is a dream, it must be a dream!"

Liang Weishu was not frightened to death as Lu Zijia feared, but instead he deceived himself and told himself that it was a dream, and closed his eyes tightly.

It was as if he could wake up quickly from his dream.

Seeing Liang Weishu's eyes closed and his mouth still saying that it was a dream, Lu Zijia couldn't help but feel a little dark.

If you want to confirm whether you are dreaming or not, you just need to pinch yourself. It's like reciting the scriptures. What kind of trouble!

Lu Zijia, who had no patience to wait for him to finish reciting the sutra, raised his hand and flipped the person to the ground.

"boom--"

Liang Weishu, who was overturned to the ground, hit his forehead on the floor and let out a muffled sound.

Yang Qingtian said at the right time, "How is it, are you still dreaming?"

The pain on his forehead made Liang Weishu clearly know that he was not dreaming at the moment!

"Ah—ghost, ghost—"

Liang Weishu, who could no longer deceive himself, suddenly screamed in horror, and at the same time got up in a panic, trying to escape from the house in embarrassment.

Obviously, he was also one of the many people who thought that Yang Qingtian was dead.

Lu Zijia, "..." Now I know how to shout, isn't this person's reaction too slow?

"Help, help! Help me, who will help me, help! Help me help me..."

Liang Weishu rushed to the door, trying to open it to escape, but found that he couldn't open it, and the extreme fear in his heart almost drowned him.

"Stop screaming, no one will hear it, and no one will come to save you, you killed me, I will make you lose your life now!"

Yang Qingtian's gloomy voice sounded from behind Liang Weishu, causing his legs to soften, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

"No, no, no, no! I don't want to die, I don't want to die, Sister Yang, please let me go, I didn't kill you, I really didn't kill you.

I am the only son in my family, I can't die, I can't die, Sister Yang, I beg you to let me go, I beg you, I'll kowtow to you, I'll kowtow to you..."