Chapter 1268 - 1268 Do You Want Your Life or Gold Coins?
My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator
1268 Do You Want Your Life or Gold Coins?
âMaster, letâs go quickly!â
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Seeing that Yu Jinming was still standing rooted to the ground at this critical moment, the servant couldnât help but shout anxiously.
After suffering such a huge loss and losing so much face, how would Yu Jinming be willing to leave?
However, before he turned around and cursed, he happened to see Steward Yu being beaten up by Lu Zijia. His original hatred instantly turned into fear.
Obviously, Yu Jinming had never thought that Lu Zijia would really dare to offend the Yu family.
Bang!
âPfft!â
Lu Zijia picked up Steward Yu with one hand as if she was throwing a sandbag and threw him away abruptly.
No one knew if Lu Zijia did it on purpose, but she threw him up to the second floor.
Everyone only heard a loud bang and then, as if something sprayed over, there was no more movement.
Obviously, Steward Yu either really fainted, or pretended to faint.
And everyone was more inclined to the former. After all, Lu Zijiaâs way of leaving just then was extremely cruel!
If he still didnât faint after being beaten up like that, it had to be said that Steward Yuâs tenacity was completely comparable to a cockroach!
âYour turn.â
After dealing with Steward Yu, Lu Zijia immediately looked at Yu Jinming again.
As for Yu Jinming, he seemed to have suddenly woken up at this moment and almost subconsciously wanted to escape.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
âYoung Master Yu, didnât you say just now that you wouldnât let me return? Why are you running now?â
Lu Zijia flashed and stood in front of Yu Jinming, looking at the panicked person with a faint smile.
âMy⦠My grandfather is a first-grade alchemist. If⦠If you dare to touch me, my grandfather will definitely not let you off!â
Lu Zijia narrowed her eyes slightly and a dangerous light circulated in her eyes. âBut Iâve already touched you just now.
âSince you wonât let me go, thereâs no reason for me not to drag you down with me, right?â
Lu Zijia didnât give Yu Jinming a chance to speak again at all. The moment she finished talking, she attacked again.
Bang!
âArgh!â
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
âArgh!â
Perhaps she was addicted to playing with sandbags, Lu Zijia caught Yu Jinming and threw him away.
Before Yu Jinmingâs scream ended, she caught him again and threw him out again. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
After moving more than ten times like this, Lu Zijia finally stopped.
And Yu Jinming, who had experienced more than ten violent attacks, was bruised and battered at this moment. He looked like he was on the verge of death.
âYoung⦠Young Masterâ¦â
The terrified servant stood rooted to the ground in a daze. He looked at Yu Jinming, who was lying on the ground with a face that was as swollen as a pigâs head, and his legs were trembling violently.
âHave you thought about it? Do you want your life? Or do you want gold coins?â Lu Zijia stood in front of Yu Jinming condescendingly and asked with a âfriendlyâ smile.
At this moment, there wasnât a single part of Yu Jinmingâs body that didnât hurt. Meeting Lu Zijiaâs faint smile, he was both terrified and resentful in his mind.
But at this moment, he wasnât really stupid enough to think that Lu Zijia wouldnât dare to do anything to him.
Perhaps they didnât dare to kill him, but they would definitely cripple him!