My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator
71. The Price of Conscience

Once they had no support from the Song family, they turned against each other. Let's see how Song Zhuolan's mother and son can still stand firm in the Ye family.

What kind of young talent, once there was no backstage support behind him, in the end, it was just a loser.

"you you..."

Song Zhuolan held his finger, his face was pale, his eyes widened and he looked at Lu Zijia in disbelief.

If he had said that a few minutes ago, he could not believe what master Lu Zijia was, then he was shocked now.

After all, his fingers were still a little sore, so it was not an illusion.

If it was a coincidence, how could there be such a coincidence?

Furthermore, he had always felt that the Lu Zijia in front of him had changed, as if he was not the weak and incompetent Lu Zijia at all.

"mama."

Ye Nanbo stepped forward to support her mother, winked at her, and gestured for her to face him.

Song Zhuolan opened his mouth to remind his son, but he was unwilling to admit that Lu Zijia was truly capable.

After it was confirmed that Lu Zijia was truly a heavenly master, then he used to say that Lu Zijia was weak and incompetent, wasn't that a face slapped?

Ye Nanbo did not notice her mother's complicated gaze, and turned to look at Lu Zijia who was sitting on the sofa.

"Zi Jia, although I don't know why you showed up at Song's house, I don't know what happened to you.

But I still want to remind you that the Song Family is not for you, nor is it something you can play at will.

If you are short of money, you can tell me, how we say ... You're relatives too, aren't you? "

Ye Nanbo showed a gentle color on her face, and her tone became extremely gentle. Looking at Lu Zijia, she looked more like seeing the lover she loved so much.

I have to say that Ye Nanbo's acting skills are still very good, otherwise, she would not have persuaded her original owner to death, and voluntarily brought him out.

"Ye Nanbo, do you really think that everything will always be under your control?"

Lu Zijia looked at Ye Nanbo coldly, and was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with him, and said to Song Zhuohai, "Master Song, let's settle this matter first!"

that is, to ask Song Zhuolan why he hurt his relatives, stop temporarily, and take precautions.

Seeing Lu Zijia's appearance that she didn't even want to say more to him, Ye Nanbo's face sank.

Due to the Song family's presence, he couldn't do more or say more.

After all, the more you talk, the more people will notice. If you let the Song family hear something, it will be bad.

Hearing this, Song Zhuohai naturally would not mind, and looked at Lu Zijia with gratitude.

"Song Zhuolan, I will give you another chance, do you recognize these things?"

When Song Zhuohai faced Song Zhuolan, he did not have a good attitude. He pointed at something on the coffee table, and looked at Song Zhuolan with sharp eyes.

Song Zhuolan was perplexed by his gaze, his face slightly paled, "Sister, I'm your sister, don't you believe me?"

Song Zhuolan glanced at Lu Zijia, then quickly retracted his gaze.

He wanted to pull Lu Zijia, but when he thought of his sore fingers, he trembled.

Furthermore, Lu Zijia's different eyes always made her feel scared.

Lu Zijia today is truly evil!

Furthermore, when did Lu Zijia spell these things? Why didn't he receive any news?

*****

"You just need to answer my words, recognize or not recognize, you know my methods, don't test my patience."

Song Zhuohai finally warned.

As a sister, Song Zhuolan naturally knew how strong her elder brother was.

It was precisely because he knew that when he brought the landscape painting back then, he was so frightened that he could not sleep well for more than half a month.

Song Zhuolan smiled reluctantly, trying to make himself look more natural, "My brother, I recognize some things, but other than violet, I don't give them anything!"

However, I had never seen this dark thing, and I had no idea where it came from. "

The brush was between four things, but his son gave it to Mr. Song. If he didn't recognize it, it was a bit unreasonable.

As for the jade dragon carved with emeralds, he arranged for someone to send it to Song Zhuohai.

If Song Zhuohai investigated carefully, it could still be investigated, so he admitted it first, it was always true.

As for the black block of the puppet, he personally buried it in the ground of the flower garden. If he saw her, wouldn't he tell himself?

Song Zhuolan had a good idea in his heart, and he replied carefully, afraid that Song Zhuohai would notice his flaws.

However, even though he was cautious, and his words did not leak out, he still failed to exchange Song Zhuohai's trust.

"I'm just doing things for sure. Since I'm letting people catch you, it must be done by you.

You think you're not admitting or quibbling, I don't know how many good things you've done? "

Song Zhuohai took the violet from the coffee table and smashed it directly into Song Zhuolan.

"This plate of violet, the ground is full of your blood DNA, how do you explain it!"

Song Zhuolan reflexively caught the thing that hit him, but the next moment he released his hand in panic, and retreated several steps in a row.

It's like a violet flower pot, something dirty.

"Trapped-"

Purple slammed into the ground, the flower pot instantly broke, and the deep red ground was sprinkled all over the floor.

Looking at the deep red mud, Song Zhuolan's pupils shrank, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

This purple, Master Li asked her to use her own blood to raise her for an entire month.

On the night that it happened, he seemed to see something dirty on the violet plate, and he was so frightened that he never dared to touch it again.

Even if it was brought to the Song family as a gift for Fang Yueqiu, the maid would carry it along the way.

"I……"

Realizing that his reaction was too overwhelming, Song Zhuolan had a bad heart, and he quickly wanted to get through it.

Unfortunately, Song Zhuohai did not give him this opportunity at all.

"There's this thing too. The blood tested on him belonged to Zixuan, and the character of his birth date also belonged to Zixuan!"

Song Zhuohai threw the items at Song Zhuolan again, and then took out a few pieces of jade.

"This jade dragon is the result of your hard work and let people transfer it to me.

There was also a sheet of talisman paper inside, writing my birthday and Ye Mingyang's birthday.

You want to transfer my luck to Ye Mingyang, so that he can rise up and let me die! "

Ye Mingyang, was Song Zhuolan's husband and the person currently in charge of the Song family.

Following Song Zhuohai's words, Song Zhuolan's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of horror.

It seemed that Song Zhuolan even knew the function of talisman paper.

Song Zhuolan paled, his lips quivering, trying to defend himself, but it turned out that he could not say anything.

Song Zhuohai seemed to know what he wanted to say, and said with a sullen face, “You don't need to argue, I have sent someone to investigate, and suddenly repents from the company that Song worked with, and turns around to work with Ye.

One piece can be said to be coincidental, two pieces and three pieces, but it is not as simple as coincidence. "

As the voice fell, Song Zhuohai threw all the jade shards in his hands at Song Zhuolan.

Song Zhuolan wanted to hide, but he did not know when his body had become a little stiff, so he could not move.

"And this brush, given by your good son and given to the old man."

Song Zhuo was furious, his body was trembling slightly, and his sharp eyes were staring at Ye Nanbo.