My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Looking at the poor pagoda on the ground like a child, Lu Zijia's forehead jumped suddenly.

Sure enough, sure enough, you shouldn't have brought this strange noise out! Can she throw it back into space?

The pagoda doesn't know whether it has noticed Lu Zijia's psychological thoughts at the moment. One moment, it is still rolling on the ground, and the next moment, it flutters like a whiz. The soft waxy voice is incomparable.

"Master, master is the best master in the world, and the little tower is also the best little tower in the world.

Master, master, I didn't mean it. I just haven't come out for too long. It's too poor, so I can't help being excited.

Master, will you stop leaving the little tower alone in the space? The little tower is really lonely.

Whining, master, the tower will be obedient. Master, don't leave the tower, OK, whining... "

As the pagoda spoke, it turned into a pitiful look. Those tearful eyes looked at its owner with expectation.

"Stop!"

As the spirit of ancient space, such a dog leg is worthy of the ancient space that gave birth to it!

"Master..." the pagoda is still pitiful, and its voice is qubaba.

"Well, well, if you like to stay outside, just stay outside, but first, you can only incarnate animals outside, not reveal yourself.

Also, you must not speak, otherwise, I will immediately throw you back into the space! " Lu Zijia put his hands on his hɨps and threatened with a vicious voice.

Jinta, an unreliable guy, can't do without bluffing, otherwise she will be in trouble.

As the master, she has been cheated by this unreliable pit goods. I don't know how many times.

So, you have to scare this guy!

"The master is really the best. Don't worry, master. The little tower will not cause trouble for the master." The golden pagoda vowed.

Listen to the familiar guarantee, Lu Zijia, "..."

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