My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

  Chapter 311 The Art of the First Dew Inscription

   Before Mu Tianyan could speak, Lu Zijia raised her head and comforted Mu Yunhao, “Xiao Haozi, please put your heart back in your stomach, when have I disappointed you?”

  After finishing speaking, she just sat down on the ground without any image, which made it convenient for her to draw the inscription.

   Instantly felt Mu Yunhao, who was from his second youngest, with extremely dangerous eyes, “…”

  Mrs. Second Young Master, can’t I be wrong if I’m wrong, can you not speak so ambivalently. Ambiguous?

  Mu Yunhao worried that Lu Zijia had destroyed the Sacred Dragon Sword, and had to bear the cold eyes of his second youngster, making him feel sad.

  Lu Zijia before drawing the inscription on the Sacred Dragon Sword, after thinking about it, he decided to draw a defensive inscription.

   Mu Tianyan can’t use internal force now, if there is something, he can still use this holy dragon sword to block it.

  Thinking so, Lu Zijia started to do it.

  No matter what, once Lu Zijia does it, he will be fully involved and immersed in it.

  Looking at Lu Zijia’s posture, she originally thought that Lu Zijia was fooling Mu Yunhao and the others who wanted to pit them, and they couldn’t help but look at each other a little.

   However, although their hearts were full of doubts and curiosity, they did not speak at this time.

   Mu Tianyan was sitting next to Lu Zijia, naturally seeing all her movements clearly.

  Just, but I don’t understand what she is doing.

  If she said she was drawing talisman, but she drew the graphic directly on the weapon.

  But if she is joking, it doesn’t look like it.

  Because her expression was too serious and solemn, and he could faintly feel that Lu Zijia held a pen in her hand, which was a powerful force he had never felt before.

  Only soon, Mu Tianyan changed from shock to frowning, and a faint worry appeared in his eyes.

  As Lu Zijia’s face became paler and paler, Mu Tianyan’s brows wrinkled more tightly, and even the hand on the armrest clenched into a fist unconsciously.

  He wanted to stop Lu Zijia, but he was afraid that rash interruption would hurt Lu Zijia, so he could only suppress the impatience in his heart.

  As time passed quickly, Lu Zijia’s face became paler, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

after an hour.

   “Zheng——”

  At the moment when the inscription was drawn, the Sacred Dragon Sword made a buzzing sound, giving people an extraordinary feeling.

   “Okay, there is no loss at all.”

  Looking at the defensive formation that persisted in the end, Lu Zijia seemed to be greatly relieved.

  Sure enough, with her current cultivation level, drawing inscriptions is still barely possible.

  In addition, the inscription pen in the hand is only a semi-finished product, which is even more reluctant. It is already very good to be able to grit your teeth and insist on completing an inscription.

  It’s just that the feeling of severely depleted spiritual power in the body is really uncomfortable!

  Seeing that Lu Zijia stopped drawing, Mu Tianyan did not go to see the Sacred Dragon Sword that had accompanied him for many years, but helped Lu Zijia sit back on the sofa for the first time.

   “How are you? Do you want to see a doctor?”

  Observing that her lips were dry and skinned, Mu Tianyan picked up the cup on the coffee table and held it to Lu Zijia’s lips.

  It’s rare for someone to serve, Lu Zijia naturally wouldn’t refuse, so he opened his mouth and drank all the tea in the cup.

Seeing this, Mu Tianyan poured her another cup of tea himself, and when he was about to pour the third cup of tea, Lu Zijia refused.

   “I’m okay, it’s just a little out of strength.”

  (End of this chapter)