My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"The old guy who doesn't know how to live or die really takes himself seriously. What I hate most in my life is the old guy who thinks he is superior."

With that, Feng Zixuan kicked it again, but ye Guozhi narrowly avoided it.

"You!"

Ye Guozhi didn't expect that Feng Zixuan would suddenly attack him, and he also attacked one of his elders, which made him unbelievable.

In the past three years, although I have heard that Feng Zixuan's character has changed greatly, I never thought it would become so outrageous!

"What are you, old man? It's really in the way."

Feng Zixuan's eyes were cold and his voice was a little murderous. "If you hadn't been nosy, my great event would have been completed."

"You, Feng Zixuan, what do you want? Don't you hurt our family enough!"

Ye Guozhi glared at Feng Zixuan and roared angrily.

"Hum!"

Feng Zixuan sneered and waved his hand to sweep Ye Guozhi out.

"Bang -"

The back of Ye Guozhi's head slammed into the door. He only felt a blur in front of him, and then fainted.

"Waste!"

After ye Guozhi was solved, Feng Zixuan slowly walked towards the hospital bed, and the unknown excitement in his eyes flashed again.

"One short, one short, I can be resurrected, I can no longer fear the sun, and I can live like a real living man.

Wait, when I come back to life, all those who have done me wrong will die. "

Feng Zixuan's mouth sent out a strange laugh, which made people feel creepy.

Feng Zixuan glanced around, then fixed his eyes on the fruit knife on the bedside table.

"Blood is the most beautiful color in the world. We should enjoy it together.".

Feng Zixuan picked up the fruit knife and slowly pulled out the sharp blade. His face showed a strange and ferocious expression.

"No, I think yellow is good."

When the fruit knife in Feng Zixuan's hand was about to cut Wang Huiying's wrist lying on the hospital bed, a lazy voice suddenly sounded from the window of the hospital bed.

Seeing the woman's pure and beautiful face, Feng Zixuan instantly showed an amazing color in his eyes.

This woman is Lu Zijia.

I don't know if it was because Lu Zijia's appearance was too harmless. Feng Zixuan quickly relaxed, and there was an obvious dėsɨrė and hope in the bottom of his eyes.

"It's really a beautiful thing. It's still a beautiful thing. It seems that today is really a good day.

But goblin, you have to wait for me. When I finish the big thing, I will hurt you well. I promise you will beg me to continue to love you in the future. "

With that, Feng Zixuan smiled a few times, then raised his hand, waved a black fog, and suddenly flew away to Lu Zijia.

Lu Zijia didn't move. He just stood there, as if he didn't react.

Seeing this, Feng Zixuan, who was still on guard, immediately became disdainful.

Even if he can hide the appearance of breath, he may not be his opponent. Now he has absorbed the blood gas of nine women. When he absorbs the blood gas of the last woman, he will not only be resurrected, but also his strength will rise greatly.