My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Although Lin Kedong didn't kill Sister Feifei, he was also an accomplice. After he was released from prison, he should not be young, right?

Your Lin family is destined to be doomed! This is the retribution of your Lin family! retribution!

Sister Feifei, look, the Lin family has been punished, the Lin family has finally been punished, and you can finally rest in peace..."

At the end, Zhong Jiajia couldn't help crying, the man in white hugged her in his arms and comforted her in a soft voice.

Lin Kedong's eyes widened in disbelief, but before he could say anything, he was escorted into a police car by the police.

"What, what? No, it's not my son's? Never? Never?! No!"

Mother Lin seemed to have been greatly stimulated. She rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.

And Father Lin, who had not spoken from the beginning to the end, was like a demon at this moment, and muttered to himself, "The sin, the sin, it's all the sin of our Lin family, retribution, retribution..."

After Lu Zijia left the police station, he walked to a less-traveled street.

"It's time for you to hit the road."

Lu Zijia stopped and looked at Yao Lefei's mother and son who were following behind her.

Yao Lefei bowed gratefully to Lu Zijia, "Thank you, Master, you are a good person."

For Yao Lefei's good man, Lu Zijia smiled and was noncommittal.

"Let's go."

Lu Zijia cast a spell to guide their mother and son to the special operations office.

"Thank you elder sister, elder sister is a good person and will be rewarded." When Yao Lefei was about to walk into the passage, the baby's clear and sincere voice entered Lu Zijia's ears.

Looking at the slowly closing passage, Lu Zijia's eyes flashed slightly, and she turned to look at a tree not far away.

"I don't like being followed." Lu Zijia's indifferent voice contained a trace of murderous intent.

As the voice fell, Lu Zijia cast a spell in his hand, targeting the tree not far away.

"Boom- ow--"

Suddenly, something heavy fell from the tree, and it hit the ground with a dull sound, followed by a whimper.

Lu Zijia's figure flashed, and then he stood condescendingly in front of the figure of Nadao, "If you are impatient with your life, I can send you to see the King of Hell in advance."

While speaking, a powerful pressure suddenly erupted from Lu Zijia's body. Gu Ying, who was just about to stand up, bent his legs, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Under the strong pressure, Gu Ying was almost out of breath.

However, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked up at Lu Zijia with difficulty, "Little beauty is a good person, you won't kill me, will you?"

Lu Zijia also laughed, but the smile made Gu Ying horrified, as if the person in front of him was not a human being, but a god of death who could harvest people's lives with a wave of his hand.

"No, I never considered myself a good person."

Lu Zijia's voice was somber, her slender hand grabbed Gu Ying's fragile neck, "Tsk tsk, it's so fragile, as long as I squeeze lightly, you will be finished."

Feeling the hand that was pinching on his neck, gradually getting harder, Gu Ying's expression didn't show anything, but her body was very honest and tense and alert.

"Are you gambling?"

Lu Zijia seemed to have seen through his mind, and her smile became more and more bright and moving, "Will I dare to kill you?"

"Then did I win the bet?" Gu Ying asked in a slightly hoarse and weak voice.