My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator Chapter 810 - If You Want to Die, I'll Help You!

Chapter 810: If You Want to Die, I’ll Help You!

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Now, she treated Lu Zijia as her idol, so she certainly couldn’t tolerate others slandering her anymore.

“No, no, you’re defending her. You’re defending that b*tch!” Lu Wanyuan’s eyes suddenly turned red and she grabbed Ye Nanxi’s neck.

“That b*tch was the one who was s.n.a.t.c.hing my man, so I sent her to another man’s bed so that my man wouldn’t be s.n.a.t.c.hed away. What’s wrong with that?

That b*tch should thank me. If I didn’t send her to Second Master Mu’s bed, how would she have such a good life now?

“It’s fine if that b*tch isn’t 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 ingrat.i.tude should go to the eighteenth level of h.e.l.l!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Wanyuan suddenly tightened her grip on Ye Nanxi’s neck, almost suffocating Ye Nanxi.

“Let… Let go of me…” Ye Nanxi’s face turned red from being strangled. She couldn’t breathe properly for a long time, which made her vision a bit blurry.

“I… I’ll give you money. Let go of me…” Ye Nanxi’s voice became weaker and weaker. If one weren’t close enough, they wouldn’t 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 Wanyuan’s neck and directly lifted her up.

Then, she threw Lu Wanyuan onto the coffee table, causing the already shaky coffee table to instantly shatter.

“Lu Wanyuan, if you want to die, I’ll fulfill your wis.h.!.+” At this moment, Lu Zijia was exuding a murderous aura, like a ferocious beast in rage.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Zijia’s slender and fair hand had already grabbed Lu Wanyuan’s 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 Zijia’s hand. “Lu, ahem, ahem… Master, Master Lu, no, no, ahem, Master Lu, don’t kill anyone. You’ll go to jail if you kill someone. I don’t want you to go to jail. We’ll call the police. We’ll call the police and let her go to jail.” 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 h.e.l.l to be punished after they died. She didn’t want Master Lu to kill someone for her at all, let alone go to the eighteenth level of h.e.l.l to be punished.

Meeting Ye Nanxi’s worried eyes, the violent aura on Lu Zijia reduced.

“Alright, I won’t kill her.” Lu Zijia patted her hand, signaling her to let go.

“Let her go first.” For once, Ye Nanxi didn’t listen to Lu Zijia immediately. Instead, she negotiated with Lu Zijia.

Lu Zijia sighed, then let go of Lu Wanyuan’s neck.

Cough, cough, cough, cough…

Lu Wanyuan, who had just managed to breathe, immediately coughed violently, as if she was very unwell.

However, her discomfort didn’t get any pity from the two people present. “Get up!”

Lu Zijia grabbed Ye Nanxi’s arm, helped her up and freed her hands.