My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Ye Xinpei, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, suddenly raised her head to look when she noticed that there was an extra person in the room.

"You, why did you come back, what else do you want?" Seeing Lu Zijia leaving and returning, Ye Xinpei seemed a little panicked.

Lu Zijia's mouth curled slightly, "I don't want to do anything, I just came back to ask you a few questions."

"What's the problem?" Ye Xin's hand on the armrest of the sofa unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Lu Zijia moved her sleeve-length legs, walked up to Ye Xinpei, and looked at her condescendingly, "You are not mentally ill, at least, you are fine now, right?"

Lu Zijia's words made Ye Xin's body froze suddenly, and a hint of panic flashed in her drooping eyes.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. It's a fact that I'm mentally ill. If you don't believe me, you can go check it out."

Lu Zijia bent down slightly, stretched out her hand and raised her chin forcefully, forcing Ye Xinbei to look at her, "Why don't you dare to look at me? I'm scary?"

"I'm really mentally ill."

Looking at Shang Lu Zijia's indifferent eyes, Ye Xinpei only felt that her whole body was extremely cold.

Lu Zijia's eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone was extremely indifferent, "I don't want to listen to nonsense, tell me, what is the purpose of bringing me here?

If you don't give me a reasonable answer, I will teach you a lesson. After all, you locked up my friend for two whole days, and it's not worth it if you don't teach you a lesson. "

After speaking, Lu Zijia let go of Ye Xinde's chin and sat down on the sofa beside, waiting for Ye Xinde's answer.

"You, you already know."

Ye Xinpei was both excited and fearful, but looking at Lu Zijia's eyes, there was a bit of hope.

"I saw you at the Gu family banquet, and you were already playing against me at that time, right?

But do you know that my idea is not easy to play.

In particular, I'm not happy that you involved my friend in order to bring me here. "

Lu Zijia's voice was full of coldness, and the gaze that swept towards Ye Xinping was even less warm.

"puff--"

As the voice fell, Ye Xinbei suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood without warning.

"Well--"

The severe pain in her abdomen caused Ye Xinpao to sweat coldly on her forehead, and her face was even more painful.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I can't help it, I really can't help it, I can only find you Master in this way, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Ye Xinpeng endured the bone-piercing pain in her abdomen, and slowly knelt down and said with difficulty.

"From the beginning to the end, I never thought about hurting him, really, I really never thought about hurting Song Zixuan, and I never thought about hurting anyone.

However, I really need your help, master, please, master, please help me! I beg you, Master, as long as you are willing to help me, I can do anything for you, including my life. "

Suddenly, Ye Xinbei seemed to think of something, and her voice suddenly became more excited, "There is one thing, I believe that you will also want it, Master. As long as the Master is willing to help me, I will give it to you, Master."

Lu Zijia was unmoved and did not help her to dispel the spell, "I can't even be sure of myself, how can you be sure if I want what you said?

Also, I don't like being threatened, and I don't like doing business with people who are not sincere. "

As Lu Zijia's voice fell, Ye Xinbei spat out blood again without warning, staining the white floor red.