My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

As the grandma's words fell, the people around seemed to come back to their senses and exploded immediately.

Following the old grandmother's words, if you keep praising Lu Zijia like you don't want money, you almost won't hold people up to the sky.

Lu Zijia, "..."

People in this world are really fickle. I hated her and condemned her just now, but now I am optimistic about her again.

The sudden reversal of the matter caught the three of Master De Dao by surprise, and their faces were extremely ugly.

Lu Zijia ignored everyone's compliments, and turned to Master De Dao, "Two wins in three games, I should have won two by now? Do you want to continue?"

Lu Zijia asked this because she wanted to get the Victory Bead as soon as possible, and then went to eat KFC.

But what she said in the ears of Master Virtue Dao was a provocation by Chi Guoguo.

It's no wonder that Master De Dao's face looks good.

Master De Dao's face was ugly, and the expressions of the young Taoist priest and Lu Wanyue were not too condescending.

Originally thought that she had stepped Lu Zijia into the mud, but she didn't think so, she turned over in a blink of an eye!

Lu Zhiyue's teeth tickled with hatred, but there was nothing she could do.

After all, there were so many eyes watching, no matter how eloquent she was, she couldn't open her eyes to talk nonsense and continue to put the name of a liar on Lu Zijia's head.

If she did that, the person who was condemned in turn would become her!

"Wait, it's three rounds if you agree.

Even though you won two rounds, the match is a match and should go on. "

The third young man who participated in the competition walked over in dissatisfaction, sat down on the chairs at the two tables like an uncle, and said to Lu Zijia.

"Besides, this young master waited for a long time to participate in your competition.

When you say it's over, it's over, isn't it too kind? "

The young man looked in his twenties, and the clothes on his body were not cheap. He also had fashionable yellow hair on his head, and his expression was tugging, just like a playboy.

This kind of playful son, the first reaction to people is to not provoke him if he can.

Lu Zijia glanced at the young man, and then smiled meaningfully as if seeing something interesting.

"You're right, three games are three games."

Lu Zijia smiled and nodded, then made a please gesture to Master De Dao.

"Master De Dao, why don't you come first?"

In such competitions, the one who starts first is often advantageous.

It is a pity that Lu Zijia's humility did not exchange for the kindness of Master De Dao, but instead got resentment.

"No, I'll choose you."

Before Master De Dao could answer, the young man spoke first, and while he was speaking, he took out his wallet, took out a large stack of Red Bull, and put it in front of Lu Zijia.

Lu Zijia visually inspected the stack of Red Bulls in front of him. There were probably more than 20,000 red bulls. Sure enough, he was a local tyrant!

It's a pity that even the local tyrant young master is a bad luck.

"As long as you're right, the money is yours, and I'll write you a check if it's not enough."

When Song Zixuan came out of the house, he originally wanted to take a walk to relieve his boredom, but unexpectedly he walked to Lingde Street, which he hated the most.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he heard better about the competition between Lu Zijia and Master De Dao.

His involvement was on a whim, and it was also a deception to expose these so-called warlocks on the spot.

But the next two matches made Song Zixuan shake a little bit.

Of course, there is more doubt and resentment.

After all, if it weren't for these so-called master warlocks, he wouldn't...

Thinking of himself and his family, Song Zixuan's attitude instantly turned bad.

"But if you're not right, don't blame this young master for beating you up and send you to the police station!"

"certainly."

Lu Zijia smiled disapprovingly, looking at Song Zixuan even more strangely.

Song Zixuan was a little annoyed at her unnatural look at her, but he held back.

"You, you are..."

Lu Jiayue, who was on the side, didn't pay much attention to Song Zixuan at first, but the more she looked at Song Zixuan, the more she felt that he was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember who he was.