My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Aware of Mu Shiyou's collapse, the corners of Lu Zijia's mouth rose slightly, but she didn't shut up, "Why don't you say anything? If you don't know, how will you cooperate with me?"

Mu Yunhao and others, "!!!"

To make people a stick, and to cooperate with them, the second young lady's request should not be too high!

However, it is also in line with the style of their second young lady...

"Enough, enough! I don't gamble, I don't gamble!"

Mu Shiyou's body trembled violently, but he had to suppress it.

Because the long sword that was resting on her neck did not leave, if she moved a little bigger, it would undoubtedly be her own death.

"Don't bet? But what if I want to bet?"

Lu Zijia frowned in displeasure, and the long sword that was resting on Mo Shiyou's neck suddenly moved forward again.

With the rapid loss of blood, Mu Shiyou's face gradually turned pale.

"What do you want!"

Mu Shiyou still maintained a cold and arrogant expression on the surface, but his tone subconsciously compromised.

At the same time, her tightly clasped hands betrayed her panicked mood at the moment.

From childhood to adulthood, she was used to it, and she has never been treated like this.

Not to mention bleeding, she has never been lightly injured, but today she may die by her own long sword if she is a little careless.

This feeling of being on the edge of life and death made Mu Shiyou unconsciously feel a little bit of fear in his heart.

Compared with ordinary people, martial artists are more afraid of death, because the stronger the person, the more afraid of death.

Lu Zijia raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, "It's very simple, just slap yourself and say that you are trash until I'm satisfied, otherwise, I'll let you know how crazy I am."

With that said, the long sword in Lu Zijia's hand swung instantly, and with a '呲la' sound, there was a bloodstain deep in the bones on Mu Shiyou's arm.

"Ah—" The severe pain on his right arm made Mu Shiyou scream in agony, and her already pale complexion instantly turned pale.

At this moment, she can no longer maintain the cold arrogance on the surface, and her aloof attitude.

"I'm impatient, so I'll give you ten seconds."

Lu Zijia ignored her screams, and turned the long sword in his hand, and the long sword with a dazzling gleam pointed at her thigh. The threat was self-evident.

"Don't go too far!"

Mu Shiyou's expression was as ferocious as a ghost, and his eyes were full of deep-seated resentment.

"Five, four..." Lu Zijia ignored her anger and continued counting down to her.

"Mu Yunhao! If I die, not only will this lunatic be buried with me, but you will all die too!"

Unable to threaten Lu Zijia, Mu Shiyou could only break through from Mu Yunhao in a hurry.

However, although Mu Yunhao was worried, he had no intention of stepping forward to stop it.

He believes that the second young lady is not the kind of reckless person, since she dares to do this, she must have her thoughts.

Thinking like this, Mu Yunhao looked away and stopped looking at Mu Shiyou's hideous face.

Mu Yunhao's attitude made Mu Shiyou almost spit out another mouthful of old blood.

"one……"

Lu Zijia's eyes were cold, and she deliberately lengthened the countdown, giving people a gloomy and shuddering feeling.

"and many more!"

Just when the long sword was about to pierce her thigh, Mu Shiyou finally gave in.

Because she didn't dare to gamble, she didn't dare to gamble with her own life.