My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator - Chapter 138 - She's Special to Him
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Chapter 138 - She's Special to Him

Chapter 138: She’s Special to Him

Mu Yunhao was a Martial Artist, so he would certainly know if Lu Zijia used forbidden Martial Arts secret magic to become Lu Zijia.

Of course, Mu Yunhao only had two guesses. The first one was that someone used forbidden Martial Arts secret magic to subst.i.tute Lu Zijia.

The second one was that Lu Zijia used forbidden Martial Arts secret magic to make herself stronger, which changed her personality as well.

The latter was fine. If it was the former, that would be a bit of a problem.

After all, they didn’t know if Lu Zijia was their enemy or their friend.

Compared to Mu Yunhao’s worries, Mu Tianyan seemed much more calm. “No matter who she is, she’s my wife now. Besides, she won’t hurt me.”

At least for now, Lu Zijia wouldn’t hurt him.

After hearing that, Mu Yunhao glanced at Mu Tianyan with a weird look, then finally nodded.

“Alright, if you’re so sure, I’ll believe you.

“But Second Master, before you confirm Lu Zijia’s ident.i.ty, I must remind you not to fall for her,” Mu Yunhao said as he got up and left.

Looking at the door that was closed again, Mu Tianyan’s eyes glittered with a dim light. The emotions in his eyes didn’t seem to be quite stable.

After a long time, Mu Tianyan controlled the wheelchair to face the ceiling-to-floor window.

The sky was clear and it was sunny outside. The weather was nice.

However, such good weather still couldn’t calm Mu Tianyan’s slightly gloomy emotion.

Because he was anxious right now.

The reason why he suddenly went on a business trip was because he wanted to test Lu Zijia and he felt a different feeling for her, so he needed to calm himself down.

After calming down, he understood clearly that Lu Zijia was indeed a bit special to him.

But now, she was just special.

As for the future… Thinking about the future, an interested look appeared at the cold corners of Mu Tianyan’s mouth without him knowing.

It should be fun in the future?

Lu Zijia used the whole night and a morning to absorb all the spiritual energy in the four emeralds.

Lu Zijia felt very dissatisfied with such a slow cultivation speed.

The less spirit root a person had, the better the person’s apt.i.tude. If a person had many spirit roots, it meant that the person had poor cultivation talents.

Lu Zijia was someone with many spirit roots, all-element spirit roots, so she could be considered the loser among losers.

Luckily, she still had the Ancient s.p.a.ce with her, so even if she was an all-element loser, she could become a genius.

Perhaps she was destined to have all-element spirit roots: She was still an all-element loser after she was reborn…

So, her cultivation speed was as slow as the speed of a snail!

Without relying on other objects to cultivate, she probably wouldn’t be able to establish a foundation her entire life, given how little spiritual energy there was in this world.

It looked like she must work harder to make money!

Lu Zijia thought about working hard to earn money as she walked downstairs to find something to eat.

However, when she went downstairs, she saw someone that made her a bit surprised.

“Unlucky man? Why are you here?” Lu Zijia blurted out.

However, her feet didn’t stop walking down to the kitchen.

The world was important, but her stomach was the most important. She would talk about other things after feeding herself.

So, Song Zixuan, who had been waiting in the living room for a morning, watched Lu Zijia walk past him just like that.

Song Zixuan, “!!!”

This woman!

Five minutes later, Lu Zijia came out with two baskets of soup dumplings and she asked as she ate, “I heard Uncle He in the kitchen said you’re here for me? How can I help you?

“Haven’t I solved the problem for your family?” Lu Zijia asked and continued, as if something came to her mind, “Let me be clear. I charge extra for catching people.”

The corners of Song Zixuan’s mouth twitched. He was speechless about Lu Zijia, who hung the word “miser” on her face.