My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

After all, the door of the Zhao family is not so easy to kick.

If you get kicked, you have to bear the consequences.

"Just how many of you?"

Looking at the bodyguards blocking their way, Lu Zijia was slightly different.

There are many people in the Zhao family manor, but they still haven't heard such a big movement.

This alertness is really... speechless.

"Daughter, son, these people will be handed over to you, I will go to the basement to get the things back."

After Lu Zijia exhorted, she disappeared in a flash.

When he appeared, he was already in Zhao's basement.

The basement was brightly lit, but no one was there.

Lu Zijia went directly to the safe hidden behind the bookcase. For a person who had already ascended to the top, it would be an easy task to open a safe.

While meeting the confidential documents of the Mu family, Lu Zijia also took away all the documents in the safe.

The Zhao family found someone to steal the Mu family's confidential documents, and now she is taking her own way.

It's fair, isn't it?

Of course, I didn't forget to smash the basement to pieces before leaving.

Lu Zijia was just a thought. Everything in the basement seemed to be alive, and he self-harmed. In the blink of an eye, the entire basement was like ruins.

Entering the basement, leaving the basement, the whole process is less than ten seconds.

At this moment, outside, Mu Qi and Mu Lin's two children had already dealt with the original bodyguards and the dozens of bodyguards who had arrived after hearing the sound. They all lay on the ground like salted fish, unconscious.

At this time, the talents of the Zhao family were long overdue.

Even the ancestor of the Zhao family, who was full of white hair and wore a black robe, appeared.

"It turned out to be the boy of the Mu family, who dares to run wild on the chassis of my Zhao family!"

As soon as the ancestor of the Zhao family came out, he instantly released his aura, trying to suppress Mu Ding'an and the others.

It's a pity, not to mention Mu Qi and Mu Lin, even Mu Ding'an and Du Yankang didn't respond at all.

The ancestor of the Zhao family was a ninth-level ancient martial artist, and he was one of the best experts in the mortal world.

But the people that the ancestors of the Zhao family met were cultivators, not warriors.

The ancestors of the Zhao family, who were self-confident in their own strength, hadn't noticed the difference yet.

"Do you want to suppress us with such a little momentum?"

Little brother Mu Lin smiled and looked at the grandfather of the Zhao family.

"This old grandfather, if you don't want to be accidentally injured, you'd better go outside. Otherwise, I will not be responsible for accidentally hurting you, the old grandfather."

Mu Lin's little brother's "kindness" reminder, not only failed to gain the favor of the ancestors of the Zhao family, but was laughed at.

"It seems that these two little dolls are the side branches that your Mu family recognized a few days ago."

The turbid old eyes of the ancestors of the Zhao family looked at Mu Qi and Mu Lin's sister and brother with unkind eyes, "Unfortunately, my head is not clear, it is not easy for the Mu family to cultivate."

Little brother Mu Lin blinked his eyes and looked at his own sister aggrievedly, "Sister, is he saying that I'm a fool?"

Miss Mu Qi glanced at him with disgust, and threw three words coldly, "Obviously."

Little brother Mu Lin, "..." My sister or something, there is no love at all!

嘤嘤嘤, sure enough, he is a little cabbage, and everyone doesn't love it!

Little brother Mu Lin, who was aggrieved in his heart, stopped wasting his saliva with the Zhao family, and smashed it directly in the air.