My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator - Chapter 1945
Chapter 1945: Wifey, You Can Bring Me To Experience It
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Lu Zijia’s eyes focused and she sent a voice transmission to the big snow wolf. “Big White, protect Senior Sister Du.”
“Yes, Master!”
The big snow wolf, which originally wanted to rush out first, immediately stopped flying when it heard this and obediently protected Du Yu beside it.
Seeing this, Xie Yang walked to Du Yu’s side silently, as if he was looking for protection.
The big snow wolf glanced at him coldly and ignored his sneaky move.
In front, the two cultivators who originally wanted to launch a sneak attack at the back were each blocked by the Ice Flame of the Nether World and the golden pagoda, and they started a fierce battle to the death.
As the battle completely unfolded, the commotion of the battle became louder and louder. Giant holes were blasted out of the endless yellow sand, but they quickly returned to normal.
“Damn! These demonic cultivators are all rats. They only know how to dig holes!”
The Ice Flame of the Nether World, which missed again, stared at the yellow sand that the demonic cultivator had drilled into and was so angry that it stomped its feet, wishing it could drag the demonic cultivator out and burn him to ashes.
However, the demonic cultivator was like a slippery loach, constantly drilling in the yellow sand, making the Ice Flame of the Nether World, which didn’t know how to drill holes, unable to do anything to him for a moment.
“Damn, I don’t believe it! It’s just drilling a hole. Do you really think I can’t do anything to you just because I don’t know how to drill a hole? I’ll let you know what it means to burn your butt!”
After the demonic cultivator released another big move on the Ice Flame of the Nether World and quickly drilled into the yellow sand, the Ice Flame of the Nether World finally couldn’t take it anymore and also drilled a hole.
Moreover, it was chasing after the demonic cultivator.
So, a demonic cultivator and a deviant flame played out the scene of chasing after each other.
On the other side, the golden pagoda was in a similar situation. Seeing the actions of the Ice Flame of the Nether World from the corner of its eye, its eyes couldn’t help but light up. Then, it quickly shrunk itself several times and followed its opponent, the demonic cultivator, into the hole.
“Oh, oh, oh!! I’ll kick you to death. I’ll let you drill. Do you think I can’t do anything to you if you drill into the ground? Hmph!”
“Howl! Come on, come on! Kill these damn rats!”
The big snow wolf, which was in charge of protecting Du Yu, waved its huge body and cheered its two friends excitedly.
: “…” Senior Lu’s spirit pets often didn’t like each other when they were together, but once they were dealing with the enemy, they would shout to cheer one another on.
It was really… unfathomable!
However, perhaps this was their way of getting along?
It had to be said that Du Yu was really right.
Compared to the way the Ice Flame of the Nether World and the golden pagoda drilled holes to deal with the demonic cultivators, Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan’s method was the complete opposite.
“Ah Yan, have you tried electrocuting rats?” Lu Zijia put her hands on her hips and looked at the demonic cultivator who hid in the yellow sand after casting a big move, saying to her Dao companion with a fake smile.
Damn, if they wanted to anger them into playing a war of attrition, she would have to agree first!
Hearing that, Mu Tianyan thought for a moment and understood what his wife wanted to do. The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up slightly. “Not yet. Wifey, maybe you can bring me to experience it.”
“Alright, seeing that you’re so eager, Ah Yan, I’ll let you experience it myself.”
Lu Zijia looked like a “god taking a rookie to play”, which couldn’t help making Mu Tianyan laugh.
“Wifey, you’re so nice.”
Mu Tianyan flattered his wife very cooperatively. His doting and easygoing look wasn’t as cold and heartless as what outsiders saw him to be..
