My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Miss Lu, are you, are you okay? How are you? Are you okay?"

Si Zijun hurriedly ran over and squatted down with a worried look on his face, trying to help him up, but Lu Zijia waved his hand weakly and refused.

Now she is sweating and weak, and her beautiful face has no trace of blood, and she looks like a critically ill patient.

Seeing Lu Zijia's embarrassed appearance, Si Zijun frowned and looked in the direction of the cave, "Grandpa, you promised your grandson that you would not embarrass Miss Lu."

As Si Zijun's voice fell, a black-haired and black-bearded old man wearing a gray Taoist robe suddenly appeared in front of the cave.

The old man put his hands behind his back, and glanced at Lu Zijia, who was sitting on the ground regardless of his appearance, and didn't want to get up when he saw him.

"It really is a hard bone."

Siba's voice was cold, his eyes glared at him, and he seemed to want to give Lu Zijia another slap in the face.

"grandfather."

Si Zijun frowned, Junxiu's face was full of disapproval, "Grandpa, you promised your grandson that you would not embarrass Miss Lu, did you forget it so quickly?

Grandpa, you have already opened your mouth. If you take it back at will, it will hinder your prestige. "

Si Zijun said it with a smile on his face, as if he was joking with his grandfather.

Siba, as his name suggests, is like a bandit in both his speech and his demeanor, and he is very domineering.

But for Si Zijun, the only grandson, he loves him very much, and only this grandson can persuade him.

"Grandpa is just exploring the bottom of this girl. You are so nervous. Since Grandpa has promised you, he will naturally not regret it."

Si Balue gave his grandson a dissatisfied look, but he was not angry.

If it were someone else, he would have been slapped and slapped out by the hot and domineering Si Ba.

"Then grandpa, you have tested it now, can you let Miss Lu get up?"

Si Zijun looked at his grandfather expectantly, making Siba helpless.

"Okay, okay, get up, I didn't let this girl get up, just you are nervous."

Siba said angrily, obviously a little dissatisfied with his grandson helping a girl of unknown origin.

Si Zijun smiled helplessly, "Miss Lu is my grandson's savior, and my grandson is naturally nervous. If something happens to my grandson under her nose, what should my grandson do?"

Hearing the words 'life-saving benefactor', Siba's face instantly turned ugly, obviously thinking of Lu Zijia deliberately holding on to his grandson Xiaoming.

However, he valued his grandson's life more, and didn't deliberately embarrass Lu Zijia.

Seeing that his grandfather was persuaded by himself, Si Zijun quickly helped Lu Zijia up.

In fact, Lu Zijia, who didn't want to get up, wanted to sit and rest for a while, "..."

Forget it, just stand up when you stand up, anyway, the ground is a little cold, and it's not good to sit for a long time.

Although, as a cultivator, there is no need to be afraid of these coolness.

But what else could she do but comfort herself like this? She is also very helpless!

"Jun'er, have you figured it out clearly, do you really want to bring this girl into the secret realm of Wanfu?"

Siba asked directly, without any hesitation that Lu Zijia, the party involved, was at the scene.

Lu Zijia looked at her nose and nose and her heart, and pretended that she didn't hear anything, and didn't even reveal half of her reaction to the grandfather and grandson.