My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Du Xiangjun originally wanted to take away two-thirds of Lu Baichuan's net worth, so he broke up with the Lu family, and would never communicate with each other in the future.

But now that she knew that her daughter had died once, how could she have let go of the Lu family's beasts so easily!

"Daughter, don't worry, Mom will definitely help you get justice, definitely!"

Du Xiangjun held her daughter's hands, trembling uncontrollably.

It can be seen how scared she is when her daughter died once.

But fortunately, fortunately, my daughter survived, God bless, God has eyes!

Lu Zijia raised her hand and patted her quilt lightly, and said with a smile, "Well, the mother I believe in."

For some unknown reason, Du Xiangjun, who had calmed down, did not continue this topic.

He raised his hand three or two times to dry the tears on his face, and talked with his daughter about other topics with a smile.

"By the way, daughter, let me tell you a funny thing, that bastard Lu Baichuan tried to be rough with me just now, but guess what?"

Du Xiangjun left a suspense, a look that let Lu Zijia guess.

Lu Zijia had seen the Buddha beads in Du Xiangjun's hand before, and after he was obviously passive, he knew that someone had shot Du Xiangjun.

As for the result, she can naturally guess a few points.

However, he still thought for a while, before shaking his head with a bitter face, "I don't know, Mom, hurry up and talk."

Seeing that her daughter was interested, Du Xiangjun said more enthusiastically, "Don't worry, don't worry, Mom will tell you.

When Lu Baichuan was rough with me, I just wanted to fight with him. Who would have guessed that even before I started, the beast slipped to the ground by himself. Do you think he was getting revenge?

Sure enough, people can't be too bad, otherwise even the gods will not like it, and they will come in person. "

Du Xiangjun, who didn't even think about holding the beads in his hand, owed all the credit to God.

Lu Zijia nodded cooperatively, "Yes, yes, we can't be bad people, we have to be good people."

Song Zixuan, who was driving in front, "..."

For some reason, Song Zixuan always felt that Lu Zijia didn't tell the truth about her sudden change.

It's just that Du Xiangjun, who is his biological mother, didn't ask much. As an outsider, he naturally doesn't ask much.

"By the way, daughter, what kind of business is this little brother talking about? Will it be dangerous?"

Since the last incident, Du Xiangjun has been extremely nervous about her daughter's safety.

"Mom, don't worry, if there is danger, I will be the first to run. You also know that I have been running very fast since I was a child, and it is not my turn to be in danger." Lu Zijia said without any pressure.

Song Zixuan, who was listening silently, "..."

For her daughter's idea, Du Xiangjun nodded in agreement, "That's good, that's good. Promise your mother, you must put safety first, you know?"

Mom is really afraid of losing you.

Du Xiangjun didn't say anything later, but Lu Zijia could see the worry in her eyes.

Lu Zijia restrained her expression and solemnly assured, "Mom, I've already died once, so I know what's most important, don't worry, I'll be fine.

You, too, must be fine.

Be sure to tell me anything, I am your daughter and I can protect you now.

Did you forget what I just told you? I survived because of the inheritance of a sorcerer.

So, I am now a sorcerer, and I know how to look at Feng Shui mansions. "

Lu Zijia tried to speak in a relaxed tone to avoid stimulating Du Xiangjun's emotions again.

Hearing this, Du Xiangjun tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, not letting himself cry any more, and said with satisfaction, "Okay, my daughter is a magician, it's great, my mother is proud of you."