My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Your skin is not fresh enough. Even the body spots are out. I think you'd better go to the sun."

Lu Zijia said, and suddenly shot at Feng Zixuan, so that Feng Zixuan had to deal with it.

"Damn it! I've never provoked you. What do you want? "

Feng Zixuan was burned by the high-temperature flame several times, and the places burned were burnt black. This made Feng Zixuan angry, but he couldn't help Lu Zijia.

Lu Zijia controlled the flame and smiled innocently on his face. "Your memory is really bad. You just called me a bitch. You even gave me that dirty mind. You said you didn't provoke me?

Sure enough, you must have lost your memory because you haven't been in the sun for too long.

But don't worry, I will make your memory better. "

With the voice falling, the fire that originally attacked Feng Zixuan suddenly split into two and attacked Feng Zixuan on both sides, and the attack was fierce.

"Ah - ah!!! My skin, my human skin, damn it, stop it, stop it!!! "

The flame condensed by Lu Zijia was like a trick. One regiment changed into two regiments, two regiments into four regiments, and finally evolved into more than a dozen flames.

But in just a few minutes, two-thirds of Feng Zixuan's skin was burned black.

During this period, Feng Zixuan didn't want to escape, but he suddenly found that he couldn't leave the ward, as if something invisible surrounded the ward.

If Lu Zijia knew what he thought, he would tell him. This is called boundary.

"Tut Tut, it's a pity that a good face is gone!" Looking at Feng Zixuan's blackened face, Lu Zijia shook his head with regret.

Of course, if you ignore the playfulness in her eyes.

"Well, that's enough. You should go to the sun."

Lu Zijia looked up at the sun in the sky and smiled at Feng Zixuan, "the sun is so big today. If you dry it for an hour, you should be able to disinfect it.

Don't thank me too much. I'm just idle and do good things. "

Lu Zijia's words had obvious good intentions. However, they stopped in Feng Zixuan's ears, but they were extremely hateful.

"Who are you? Who are you! Why destroy my great event, why destroy my great event!.

Just one person, just one person, I can rise again and return to the world! "

Feng Zixuan couldn't move, but his eyes were scarlet, full of hatred staring at Lu Zijia, like a hell ghost seeking revenge.

Lu Zijia's face remained unchanged, his hands were around his ċhėst, his body tilted slightly, and he looked very lazy.

For Feng Zixuan's words, Lu Zijia only felt funny, "why do you want to destroy your great event? It's very simple, because I'm a Heavenly Master. What is a Heavenly Master? The Heavenly Master is the one who specially comes to destroy such a great event as you.

Are you satisfied with this reason? "

What half resurrection magic is just a lie. Why are you so stupid to believe it? "