My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

I don't know if her threat played a role. Yang Qingtian finally came out of the world slowly.

"I want the murderer to pay his due price, and the person implicated by me is innocent."

At the moment, Yang Qingtian has recovered his former appearance, but his eyes are still scarlet.

"Then do as I say."

Lu Zijia glanced at her and then motioned Liang Weishu, who was decadent and sitting on the sofa, "set his words."

With the voice falling, Lu Zijia quickly played a Dharma formula and quietly opened Yin and Yang eyes to Liang Weishu.

"Why did you kill me?"

The sudden sound in the room frightened Liang Weishu and looked up.

"Yang, Yang Xuejie!"

Seeing Yang Qingtian standing up in front of him, Liang Weishu's face suddenly turned white, and his fear was revealed in his eyes.

"Why did you kill me?" Yang Qingtian looked at him expressionless and repeated it again.

"I, I, I..."

The fear in his heart made Liang Weishu's body tremble violently. I believe that if he hadn't sat on the sofa at the moment, he would have sat on the ground.

Liang Weishu was immediately frightened and trembled even more, and his face was even bloodless.

When Lu Zijia saw him like this, he couldn't help wondering if he would be scared to death.

"No, no, no, this is a dream, this is a dream, this must be a dream, yes, yes, this is a dream, it must be a dream!"

Liang Weishu was not scared to death as Lu Zijia feared. Instead, he deceived himself that it was a dream and closed his eyes.

It was as if he could wake up quickly from his dream.

Seeing that Liang Weishu closed his eyes and said it was a dream, Lu Zijia couldn't help but have some black lines.

If you want to confirm whether you are dreaming, just pinch yourself. It's like chanting scriptures. What are you going to do!.

There was no patience. When he finished reading the Sutra, Lu Zijia raised his hand and directly overturned the man to the ground.

"Bang -"

Yang Qingtian opened his mouth at this time, "how about dreaming?"

The pain on his forehead made Liang Weishu know clearly that he was not dreaming at the moment!

"Ah -- ghost, ghost --"

Unable to deceive himself and others, Liang Weishu immediately screamed in panic. At the same time, he got up in panic and wanted to escape from his house.

Lu Zijia, "..." now he knows to shout. Is this man's reaction too slow?

"Help, help! Help me! Somebody help me! Help! Help me, help me... "

Liang Weishu rushed to the door and wanted to open the door to run for his life, but he found that he couldn't open it, and his extreme fear almost drowned him.

"Stop yelling, no one will hear, and no one will save you. You killed me, and I'll let you lose your life now!"

Yang Qingtian's gloomy voice sounded from behind Liang Weishu, making his legs soft and instantly fell to the ground.

I'm the only one in my family. I can't die. I can't die, sister Yang Xuejie. I beg you to let me go. I beg you, I'll kowtow to you, I'll kowtow to you... "