My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

her mouth in satisfaction.
“Simple.
Slap your mouth and say that you’re a piece of trash until I’m satisfied.
Otherwise, I’ll let you know how crazy I am.”

Lu Zijia said as she waved the long sword in her hand.
With a swishing sound, a wound so deep that her bones could be seen appeared on Mu Shiyou’s arm.

“Argh!” The sharp pain in the right arm made Mu Shiyou scream immediately.
Her already pale face immediately turned extremely pale.

At this moment, she could no longer maintain the coldness and arrogance on the outside and her superior attitude.

“I don’t have much patience.
I’ll give you ten seconds.”

Lu Zijia didn’t care about her scream.
She turned the long sword in her hand and pointed the shining, cold long sword at her thigh.
The threat was obvious.

“Don’t go too far!”

Mu Shiyou looked as ferocious as a devil and her eyes were full of deep hatred.

“Five, four…” Lu Zijia ignored her anger and continued counting down for her.

“Mu Yunhao! If I die, not only this lunatic will die with me, you’ll all die too!”

Unable to threaten Lu Zijia, Mu Shiyou could only try threatening Mu Yunhao anxiously.

However, although Mu Yunhao was worried, he had no intention of stopping her.

He believed that Madame wasn’t a reckless person.
Since she dared to do this, she must have her own considerations.

Thinking of this, Mu Yunhao looked away and stopped gazing at Mu Shiyou’s ferocious face.

Mu Yunhao’s attitude made Mu Shiyou so furious that she almost spurted out blood again.

“One…”

Lu Zijia’s eyes were cold and she deliberately slowed down the countdown, giving people a creepy and chilling feeling.

“Wait!”

When the sword was about to pierce her thigh, Mu Shiyou compromised in the end.

Because she didn’t dare to gamble with her life.