My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

As soon as they heard Qin Yiping's words, everyone knew that this was another move he was planning to use to make excuses.

Jing Zhou, who was already burning with anger, was so angry that his eyes were blazing.

"Zhou'er, don't be impulsive."

Lu Yuansheng quickly stopped Jingzhou who wanted to rush up, and shook his head helplessly at him, indicating that he didn't have to offend Qin Yiping again for him.

Jing Zhou felt uneasy, "But Uncle Lu..."

Lu Yuansheng shook his head again, and at the same time looked at the few people standing on his side, "Forget it, I'm really not a disciple of the Xuanwu Sect, so there's no need to continue making trouble for me."

He had always known that Qin Yiping had long wanted to expel him from the Xuanwu Sect.

But only now has it finally been put into action.

"Cause? You think I'm making trouble?"

Jing Wei turned around abruptly, her eyes angrily staring at Lu Yuansheng quickly turned red, "Lu Yuansheng, it's been almost a hundred years, almost a hundred years! Don't you have any feelings for me! Even just a little."

Jing Wei's voice was full of sadness, which made Lu Yuansheng's heart suddenly tighten.

It's just that his mouth opened and closed several times, but he couldn't say what the person in front of him wanted to hear.

In the end, there are only three words left, "I'm sorry."

Of course, Jing Wei seemed to have heard some kind of joke, and laughed while weeping, "I'm sorry? I'm sorry again, you can't say anything other than saying sorry?

Lu Yuansheng, I've been waiting for you for almost a hundred years, how can your heart be so hard.

Could it be that you are really a stone, and you will never be hot! "

The last sentence, Jing Wei almost let out a low growl.

Looking at Lu Yuansheng's eyes, there is a faint sadness and despair in his eyes.

Lu Yuansheng's hands on his side clenched into fists, and the back of his hands burst out.

The words that can be said are still the three words that Jing Wei hates the most, "I'm sorry."

"Ah……"

Although she already knew, but Jingwei couldn't help laughing at herself, the pain in her heart almost suffocated her.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look, look at my good little Wei, how pitiful, I've loved a wild man for almost a hundred years, but in the end I couldn't catch this man's heart, tsk tsk, it's so pitiful."

Qin Yiping looked at the woman he had loved since childhood, grief-stricken for a wild man of unknown origin, still in front of him, not to mention how angry he was.

"Xiaowei, I think you should follow me. I promise, as long as you follow me, I will love you well, even more than the wild man in front of you!"

Of course, when he gets tired of playing, there is no need to continue loving him.

The delicate women who were snuggling up to Qin Yiping's sides, smiled and echoed Qin Yiping's words.

"Yeah, Miss Jing, Qin Shao will hurt people. I promise you will be reluctant to leave Qin Shao in the future."

"Miss Jing, there is no grass anywhere in the world, why do you have to hang yourself on such a tree? Besides, this man doesn't have you in his heart, aren't you just asking yourself to be boring?"

The words of the two delicate women were like sharp knives stabbed into Jing Wei's heart.

It made her heart so painful that she was about to suffocate, even worse.

Jing Wei's look of despair and despair made Lu Yuansheng's heart aches, "Weier, don't listen to their nonsense, you know, I can't make any promises to you now."

Yes, it's not that I don't want to, but I can't.