My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

The pain in the head made Mu Jinfeng, who had never suffered from this kind of skin since childhood, screamed out.

"Aaaah!!! Help! Father, father, father, save me! Bang-ah-"

Mu Jinfeng was floating in mid-air, scurrying up and down, left and right, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, so frightened Mu Jinfeng screamed again and again.

When Mu Liren saw Lu Zijia's shot, he felt a bad premonition.

When he noticed that his son's body had changed, it was too late to save his son.

Now watching his son in midair, being smashed around like a rag doll, Mu Liren was trembling with anger, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

"Stop, stop!"

After a long while, Mu Liren recovered his voice and shouted at Lu Zijia in anger.

The vicious gaze that stared at Lu Zijia seemed to want to eat her flesh and blood.

However, Lu Zijia acted as if nothing had happened, and was still sitting on the sofa and drinking tea, as if the person who was playing tricks on Mu Jinfeng was not her.

"I told you to stop listening!"

Seeing that Lu Zijia didn't hear what he said, Mu Liren was so angry that he wanted to strangle people to death.

This time, Lu Zijia gave a reaction, but her reaction made Mu Liren almost spit out blood.

"Mr. Mu, why are you angry?"

Lu Zijia tilted her head and said in a puzzled way, "I just made you want to fly, I just helped him, why are you mad at me instead?

Oh, I see, you must think that the young master is not flying high enough, and you want him to fly higher, right? "

Lu Zijia suddenly smiled brightly, with a very soft tone and easy to speak, "No problem, I will make the son fly higher."

At the moment when the voice fell, Mu Jinfeng, who had been bumping around in the study room, suddenly floated away from the balcony of the study room.

Lu Zijia deliberately slowed down Mu Jinfeng's speed of floating out of the balcony, so that he had enough time to prepare and prepare to fly higher and farther later.

However, her special speed was like Ling Chi to Mu Jinfeng and Mu Liren, and they almost fainted due to the excitement.

"No, no, no! I don't want to fly, I don't want to fly anymore, I want to come down, let me down, let me down!"

Mu Jinfeng was so frightened that his face was pale, and his face and wide eyes were full of horror.

Compared with Mu Jinfeng's complexion, Mu Liren's complexion is not much better.

"Lu Zijia, how dare you! If my son loses half a hair, I'll let you never get out of here!" Mu Liren was stern and wanted to threaten Lu Zijia to let his son go.

At the same time, I secretly scolded the few warriors who protected their father and son as waste. There was such a big movement in the study, and no one noticed anything strange!

However, at this moment, he completely forgot that it was he who told those warriors to stay away from his study. He even said that even if he made some noise, he would never enter the study without his permission.

I have to say that Mu Liren really dug a big and deep hole for himself!

"Half a hair?"

Lu Zijia was not threatened by him at all. Hearing that, he sneered and glanced at Mu Jinfeng, who was already bleeding.