Novel Name : My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

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Chapter 2121: No Title....
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Junior thinks Senior is right.”
Lu Zijia’s voice was gentle and it sounded extremely comfortable.
However, for some reason, Si Changtao and the others had the illusion that their hair stood on end, which couldn’t help making them a bit puzzled.
But soon, this illusion was replaced by joy.
However, before they were happy for long, they heard Lu Zijia speak as though she was in a dilemma, “But I don’t have an air-transportation spiritual weapon anymore. What should we do?”
As soon as Lu Zijia finished talking, the smiles on the faces of Si Changtao and the others immediately froze and they stared at Lu Zijia fiercely.
“Impossible, I heard that you loaned ten air-transportation spiritual artifacts out. How can you not have air-transportation spiritual artifacts in your hands?” Zhu He blurted out in denial.
Wang Xin also said anxiously, “Right, if you don’t have air-transportation spiritual weapons left, why would you lend it out so generously? You must be lying to us.”
“Lass, your joke isn’t funny at all. Hurry, hurry, hurry, take out the air-transportation spiritual weapons. Even if it’s just three of them, just take them out.”
Si Changtao urged anxiously, apparently not believing what Lu Zijia said.
Or rather, he didn’t want to believe it.
They had come all the way here for an air-transportation spiritual weapons, but now they were told that there was none left?
The three of them weren’t young anymore. Could they stand this outcome? Of course not!
Lu Zijia ignored the gazes of the three of them that were about to eat her and spread out her hands helplessly. “I really don’t have an air-transportation spiritual weapon anymore. The ten air-transportation spiritual weapons I lent out are completely used to reward the meritorious fighters. After all, our Delin Nation has very few people and very few experts. If we don’t think of a way to find external help, Delin Nation probably won’t be able to survive at all. So, with your wisdom, Seniors, you must understand, right?”
Lu Zijia smiled and even flattered them openly. However, Si Changtao and the others, who were ingratiated with praise, didn’t feel comfortable at all. Instead, they were extremely frustrated.
However, could they say that they weren’t wise?
If they weren’t wise, wouldn’t they become muddle-headed?
Could they admit that they were old and muddle-headed? Of course not!
This lass was really good at digging holes!
Zhu He held his chest with one hand and pointed at Lu Zijia with the other trembling. “Then hurry up and refine them. I want wings for all of them.”
“I want the wings too.” Wang Xin hurriedly followed suit.
Si Changtao was also unwilling to fall behind. “I want two pairs of wings and a pair of flying boots. Lass, you have to refine them well. You can’t fool us casually.”
“Right, right, right, you have to refine it well. You can’t be careless.” Wang Xin also echoed repeatedly, afraid that Lu Zijia would make defective products for the sake of speed.
Facing the urging and anticipation of the three of them, Lu Zijia spread out her hands helplessly again. “Even though I also want to pay my debt as soon as possible, I’m really too busy right now and can’t find time to refine spiritual weapons at all.”
“Why wouldn’t you have time? The three of us are here. You don’t have to worry about the demonic cultivators anymore. Just focus on refining weapons.”
Being rejected again made Zhu He so anxious that he wanted to stomp his feet a few times and cause a small earthquake.
Lu Zijia shook her head, still looking helpless. “It’s not about the demonic cultivators.”
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