My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator
68. Confuses
"who's this?"
Fang Yueqiu, like Mr. Song, already had an answer in her heart, but she still had to listen to her husband.
Song Zhuohai's eyes were cold and his tone was extremely cold, "This is Zhuolan, everything passed through his hands.
Whether it was landscape paintings, black puppets, or brushes, violets, and jade dragons, Zhuolan got them from Master Li back then. "
Mr. Li, the Daoist who knew that Song Zixuan was the only star of the gods, was brought by Song Zhuolan.
It was not that they did not hesitate back then, but in the investigation, they knew that Master Li was indeed capable, so they put aside those petty suspicions.
Song Zhuohai paused for a moment, then said again, "He also gave our family's date of birth and blood to his master.
Now, I have sent someone to invite Master Li. "
When he said the word 'please', Song Zhuohai made a strong tone, appearing to grit his teeth slightly.
That Master Li, but one of the main culprits who almost destroyed their Song family, how could he not hate him!
"It's really him!"
Fang Yueqiu was mentally prepared, but when he heard that Song Zhuolan did so, he still could not help but get angry.
"Where can we feel sorry for him, he's so cruel that he wants to kill the Song family!"
Don't forget, he's also called Song.
The Song family is gone, what good is he, what exactly does he want to do! "
Fang Yueqiu's eyes were red with anger. If Song Zhuolan was here, he would have rushed over slapping a few times.
"Nie's barrier, the barrier to sin!"
Song's parents used crutches in his hands to knock the ground hard.His eyes were sad and angry.
The scenery had existed for most of her life, but she never imagined that she would be counted by her own daughter in the end.
Thinking of the old wife being killed by her biological daughter, Mr. Song inevitably became red-eyed.
"The evil barrier, it's the evil barrier, why does our Song family have such an evil barrier!"
Seeing the sadness of old man Song, Fang Yueqiu was afraid that he would further annoy him, so he did not dare to say anything.
However, the hatred towards Song Zhuolan in his heart did not diminish at all.
"Dad, I have also sent someone to bring Zhuolan here." Song Zhuohai knew that the matter had reached this point, and no more words of comfort would help.
All he could do now was handle everything well.
Old Song's wand in his hand, he slammed into the ground again, "Don't give me his face, take it for me!"
If you dare to fight, hit until he doesn't dare to fight! "
"Yes." Yeah."
Song Zhuohai immediately replied, and took out his phone to give instructions to the person sent again.
After confirming that everything was done by Song Zhuolan, Song Zhuohai only hated his sister who was still loved in the past.
His son was killed and endured years of suffering in vain. If he still felt gentle towards Song Zhuolan, then he did not deserve to be a father, a quality husband!
even more unfit to support this house!
Song Zixuan sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the family member who became annoyed and angry after identifying the culprit, she suddenly felt a little confused.
Facing the truth to be revealed, he loses the urgency of the past, or the excitement he had before.
Since he was thinking the truth, how could he get along with the family he had longed for so many years?
After experiencing so many things, could they really continue to get along without a hitch?
*****
At this moment, Song Zixuan hesitated.
Instead, Lu Zijia was very interested, and realized Song Zixuan's strangeness.
Lu Zijia glanced at him and seemed to accidentally say, “If you want to do so much, you are a victim, and your family is also a victim, and they are even more painful than you.
Because they feel that it is their responsibility to let you endure so many unwarranted disasters.
There is no denying that they really love you, even if they know you are the only star of the gods, they have not given up on you, they have been looking for a way to reunite. "
Lu Zijia originally did not want to be nosy, but the Song family's affection for Song Zixuan made her feel a little.
Even if Song Zixuan was unlucky, there were family members who really loved her and paid attention to her.
And herself, since the death of her mother in her previous life, she was alone, never knowing the feelings of family affection.
Fortunately, she gets her hard-earned maternal love after rebirth, even if it's not her maternal love.
Song Zixuan suddenly lifted her head and looked at Lu Zijia, as if she had not expected that Lu Zijia could see what she was thinking.
“By the way, Teacher, what should I do with the things I just found out?” Song Zhuohai asked Lu Zijia after she returned from the call.
Those things are all dangerous things.If not handled properly, they will only harm more people.
For these dangerous things, the Song family naturally wanted to destroy it completely.
"Burn it up."
Lu Zijia replied without hesitation, "But it is no ordinary fire. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you before I leave.
As for the dark wood framed with demonic energy, it could be sent to a special operations department. I'm sure the operations department will warmly welcome you to the Song family. "
Yin wood can be used to harm or save people, all that distinguishes is how to use it.
Lu Zijia was a cultivator, not a magician in the true sense, so Yin Mu had no interest in her at all.
Hearing Lu Zijia say this, the Song family felt relieved.
……
After half an hour.
Song Zhuolan was completely captured by the two men in black, and there was Ye Nanbo behind.
"You fucking waiters, let me go.
Dare to be rude to me, and make me ashamed in front of my friends, I made you unable to eat and walk around! "
"Are you deaf! I'm asking you to let me go!"
"Okay, okay, you guys are so good! Later I will ask my brother, how he usually teaches you!"
Song Zhuolan was already clamoring outside before entering the villa, his voice sharp and ruthless.
The expressions of the four Song family members turned grim again.
"Mr Song, people have been brought here."
The black-clothed leader, who walked in front, reported to Song Zhuohai respectfully.
Song Zhuohai nodded, and gestured for them to leave the people and they could leave.
"Brother, what's wrong with you today! Your steward..."
"Tamparan——Tamparan—"
Song Zhuolan, who had just been framed by two men dressed in black, wanted to immediately attack Song Zhuohai when he saw Song Zhuohai.
However, before he could finish his words, Fang Yueqiu, who rushed over abruptly, slapped him twice.
His two meticulously groomed faces, instantly had two slap prints, which showed just how hard Fang Yueqiu was.
Without waiting for Song Zhuolan to recover, Fang Yueqiu pushed him hard.