My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

As master Qu's voice fell, hundreds of guards brought by the Qu family suddenly showed up their spiritual tools, waiting for their master to give an order to attack.

Looking at the tough attitude of the Qu family, the leader of Huangfu family showed a clear look.

"I see. I see."

Lord Huangfu looked at master Qu mockingly, "Qu Confucian style, it turned out that this is your means. As always, it can't be on the table and people despise it from the bottom of their heart!"

The Qu family has no evidence to prove that the spirit plants were stolen by their Huangfu family.

It is even possible to know that the theft of those spiritual plants has nothing to do with their Huangfu family, but they have to blame them on their Huangfu family in order to make them bear the losses.

I have to say, this move of the Qu family is really sinister and vicious!

The master of the Qu family didn't care whether the master of the Huangfu family saw through their Qu family's plan. He didn't respond when he heard the speech. "Don't talk nonsense. Huangfu Zhiyuan asked you, will you return our Qu family's spiritual plant?"

The master of Huangfu family carried his hands behind him and sneered, "I Huangfu family didn't steal your Qu family's spiritual plant at all. How can I return it? If you want to deceive Huangfu's family, let alone the door, you can't even think of the dog cave! "

As soon as the voice fell, the steward of Jeju Pavilion, who got the news, came in a hurry with more than a dozen guards.

"Home owner, aunt and grandmother."

The number of the two groups was almost the same, and the atmosphere was tense and imminent.

"Lord Huangfu, you should think clearly before you start. Which is more important than lingzhi and your Huangfu girls? I think you should have a choice in mind."

Master Qu suddenly smiled, as if he had decided to eat Huangfu's master.

Sure enough, Huangfu's master's face immediately darkened.

"Qu Rufeng, you are so shameless!"

Huang Fuhui gnashed his teeth and stared at master Qu, as if he wanted to cut people thousands of times.

Master Qu ignored Huang Fuhui, but looked at Huang Fu's master and waited for his answer.

On the other side, on the distant roof.

"Oh, Huangfu's family is carrying a black pot for your master!".

The tone sounded like gloating.

For his little friend who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, Lu Zijia silently turned his eyes in his heart, "little tower, you should make it clear that you, not me, are the meow who went to the Qu house to clean up.

So the Huangfu family is carrying a black pot for you, not your master, I understand? "

The pit goods of the gold pagoda actually want to buckle the black pot on her head, not to mention the door, but there is no dog hole!

Wait

That seems... A little familiar?

The pagoda raised the cat's head and blinked at its owner, "but master, now those spiritual plants are in your space. It is you who benefit the most, so you are the culprit!"

Lu Zijia, "..." this seems quite reasonable, which makes her speechless.

"What are you blinking? Are your eyes cramped or something?"

The smooth cat's head turns into a chicken nest in the blink of an eye.