My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Hearing this, Lu Zijia was a little surprised.

She always thought that her biological parents loved each other very much, otherwise her father would not risk falling into the trap of the enemy for her.

And mother, will not be depressed.

But sometimes family love is indeed deeper than love.

Lu Zijia didn't have any impression of her biological parents, and all she knew was what the two brothers told her, so she didn't know how to comfort her eldest brother.

"The mother should have been reincarnated by now and will find the other half she loves."

In the end, Lu Zijia dryly comforted him.

As for their father... As long as the father is still alive, I believe they will meet one day.

The two chatted for a while. After half an hour, Lu Yizhe hurriedly left the academy, left Hong Tiancheng, and rushed to Buhe City as quickly as possible.

After watching his elder brother leave, Lu Zijia turned to look for Ke Zhong, president of the court.

Now that he has received the emperor's thanks and remuneration, it is natural to do things well.

The magic formation that enveloped the entire Hongtian City should be completed in a few days with the cooperation of Dean Ke.

Hong Tiancheng's side is still calm, but the devil's side is not calm.

In the huge magic palace that covers an extremely wide area, almost everyone is trembling, and they don't even dare to breathe.

"Idiot! Slap—"

In the main hall of the Demon Palace, an old man wearing a black robe with gold rims suddenly turned around and slapped Moyou, the young master of the Demon Palace, leaving a bright red bloodstain on the corner of Moyou's mouth.

Moyou lowered his head and did not dare to refute, but his face was extremely gloomy.

"Just because of your cleverness and self-assertion, the magic road has damaged nearly 100,000 people!"

Demon Venerable, the supreme leader of the Demon Dao, looked at his son, who used to be satisfactory to him, with sullen eyes, "You said, how should this Venerable give an account to the nearly 100,000 fellow Demon Cultivators who died?"

"Father, son is just a momentary misstep..."

Mo You's heart was full of unwillingness, and at this moment he finally couldn't help but open his mouth to defend himself.

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Demon Venerable's anger.

"A momentary misstep? Then you talk about the task that the deity gave you, can you complete one of the tasks?"

Demon Venerable's face was extremely cold, as if the person in front of him was not his son, but a subordinate who did not do well, his voice was extremely stern and ruthless, "Back then, I sneaked into the secret realm to find the magic treasure [Dark Moon Soul Bell], you failed, Lots of people lost.

You haven't been able to make any contributions over the years, and instead, you have lost nearly 100,000 fellow demon cultivators in vain! "

Moyou wanted to speak up to defend himself and to veto the words of the person in front of him.

But his lips trembled for a long time, but he still couldn't come up with a word of defense.

Just because what the person in front of him said was the truth, he had no way of refuting it.

"For the sake of the elder's intercession for you, this deity will give you another chance. No matter what method you use within a year, you must turn the Hongtian City of the Hongtian Empire into a stronghold of our demonic way!"

Demon Venerable put his hands behind his back, staring at Moyou with extremely sharp eyes, "Go in person, if you fail again, you don't have to go back to the Demon Palace!"

Mozun's son is not the only one, and Moyou can sit on the seat of the young master of the devil's way, but his ability and talent are more outstanding, and he is more valued by the devil.

That is to say, the position of the Young Master of the Demon Dao is not necessarily Moyou.