My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Bitch, bitch, get out!"

Old Joe became angry and saw Tian Li still holding his hand. Whether in public or not, he raised his hand immediately and would slap Tian Li.

The three security guards were surprised and subconsciously wanted to block Tian Li.

At this time, a slender hand clasped the hand waved by old Joe faster than the three security guards.

"Old man, it's not good to be angry when you're old." Lu Zijia firmly clasped old Joe's arm, smiled at him and said.

Old man Qiao raised his eyebrows and immediately began to curse, but Lu Zijia didn't give him this opportunity.

"I'm from the special operations department. My last name is Lu."

Lu Zijia loosened his hand, took out his certificate, showed him, and put it away.

Hearing that it was from the special operations department, old Joe dared not open his mouth and scold again.

"You're just in time. It's this smelly bitch. Lower your head for me. Take her away!"

Old man Qiao pointed at Tian Li with one hand, full of anger.

Lu Zijia looked in the direction he pointed, glanced around Tian Li's face, then fell on Tian Li's stomach, and her eyes flashed slightly.

The three security guards did not know what the special operations department did, but they could still understand the word "head down", and their surprised eyes could not help looking at Tian Li.

"She didn't drop your head." Lu Zijia shook his head and said definitely.

"How could it not!"

Old Joe didn't believe it and rejected it. "If this bitch hadn't lowered his head to me, how could I sleep restlessly all night!"

What old Joe didn't say was that he heard the baby cry before he went to bed, except that he was unstable every night.

Two days a day may be a coincidence, but five or six days in a row, night and night, so it won't feel like a coincidence.

Lu Zijia broke Tian Li's hands holding old Joe's arm with some dexterity.

"I can't sleep well every night. It's not necessarily because I've been lowered. It may also be psychological.".

Lu Zijia patted a meditation symbol on Tian Li without trace.

Tian Li, who had been struggling frantically, seemed to feel something at the moment, and her scarlet eyes recovered a bit of calmness.

Old Joe is very sėnsɨtɨvė to things these days. He always thinks that Lu Zijia means that he has done something bad.

Lu Zijia didn't care about his attitude and shrugged. "It's just that he didn't mean to haunt you secretly. You're very angry. Ordinary sneakiness can't get close to you at all."

To put it bluntly, even ghosts are afraid of old Joe.

If ordinary people hear this, they must not be happy, but old Joe is very satisfied.

"Is that true?" Old Joe was satisfied, but he asked cautiously.

"Of course, what did I lie to you for?" Lu Zijia said with a calm face and a more real look.

However, old Joe looked ferocious, but he was still afraid of death, otherwise he wouldn't find a special action office.

So he asked Lu Zijia to buy a peace talisman. 200000 is not too expensive, so he posted it directly.

On the contrary, the three security guards were shocked. For those security guards with dead wages, the two hundred thousand talisman is undoubtedly as huge as astronomical.

"Why did you help him? Why did you help him!"

Tian Li, who regained her sense of thanks, looked at Lu Zijia with red eyes, looking both sad and resentful.