Chapter 810 - If You Want to Die, Ill Help You!
My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Now, she treated Lu Zijia as her idol, so she certainly couldnât tolerate others slandering her anymore.
âNo, no, youâre defending her. Youâre defending that b*tch!â Lu Wanyuanâs eyes suddenly turned red and she grabbed Ye Nanxiâs neck.
âThat b*tch was the one who was snatching my man, so I sent her to another manâs bed so that my man wouldnât be snatched away. Whatâs wrong with that?
That b*tch should thank me. If I didnât send her to Second Master Muâs bed, how would she have such a good life now?
âItâs fine if that b*tch isnât grateful to me, but she even asked Ye Nambo to lie to me and stole all my remaining money. A b*tch like her who repays kindness with ingratitude should go to the eighteenth level of hell!â
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As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Wanyuan suddenly tightened her grip on Ye Nanxiâs neck, almost suffocating Ye Nanxi.
âLet⦠Let go of meâ¦â Ye Nanxiâs face turned red from being strangled. She couldnât breathe properly for a long time, which made her vision a bit blurry.
âI⦠Iâll give you money. Let go of meâ¦â Ye Nanxiâs voice became weaker and weaker. If one werenât close enough, they wouldnât have heard what she said at all.
Just as Ye Nanxi thought that she was going to be strangled to death, a loud bang suddenly sounded.
The old door was kicked open from the outside.
The next moment, Ye Nanxi felt the grip on her neck suddenly loosen, making her feel relieved.
Bang!
Lu Zijia grabbed the back of Lu Wanyuanâs neck and directly lifted her up.
Then, she threw Lu Wanyuan onto the coffee table, causing the already shaky coffee table to instantly shatter.
âLu Wanyuan, if you want to die, Iâll fulfill your wish!â At this moment, Lu Zijia was exuding a murderous aura, like a ferocious beast in rage.
As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Zijiaâs slender and fair hand had already grabbed Lu Wanyuanâs neck. With just a little force, she could kill Lu Wanyuan.
However, just as Lu Zijia was about to exert more force, Ye Nanxi jumped up and grabbed Lu Zijiaâs hand. âLu, ahem, ahem⦠Master, Master Lu, no, no, ahem, Master Lu, donât kill anyone. Youâll go to jail if you kill someone. I donât want you to go to jail. Weâll call the police. Weâll call the police and let her go to jail.â Ye Nanxi said to Lu Zijia anxiously and worriedly as she endured the burning pain in her throat.
Besides, she also heard that the Taoist masters who killed people on purpose and had to go to the eighteenth level of hell to be punished after they died. She didnât want Master Lu to kill someone for her at all, let alone go to the eighteenth level of hell to be punished.
Meeting Ye Nanxiâs worried eyes, the violent aura on Lu Zijia reduced.
âAlright, I wonât kill her.â Lu Zijia patted her hand, signaling her to let go.
âLet her go first.â For once, Ye Nanxi didnât listen to Lu Zijia immediately. Instead, she negotiated with Lu Zijia.
Lu Zijia sighed, then let go of Lu Wanyuanâs neck.
Cough, cough, cough, coughâ¦
Lu Wanyuan, who had just managed to breathe, immediately coughed violently, as if she was very unwell.
However, her discomfort didnât get any pity from the two people present. âGet up!â
Lu Zijia grabbed Ye Nanxiâs arm, helped her up and freed her hands.