My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"who is it?"

In fact, Fang Yueqiu, like Father Song, already had the answer in her heart, but she still had to listen to her husband's words.

Song Zhuohai's eyes were cold and his tone was extremely cold, "It's Zhuo Lan, everything has passed through her hands.

Whether it is landscape paintings, black blocks of puppets, or brushes, violets, and jade dragons, Zhuo Lan obtained them from Master Li back then. "

Master Li, the Taoist priest who calculated that Song Zixuan was the Lone Star, was brought by Song Zhuolan.

It wasn't that they had no doubts back then, but after investigation they found out that Master Li was indeed a bit skilled, so they let go of that doubt.

Song Zhuohai paused for a while, then said, "She also gave our family's birth date and blood to that master.

Now, I have sent someone to invite Master Li. "

When it came to the word 'please', Song Zhuohai gritted his voice, as if he was gnashing his teeth a bit.

That Master Li, but one of the main culprits who almost destroyed their Song family, how could he not hate him!

"It's really her!"

Although Fang Yueqiu was mentally prepared, when she heard that Song Zhuolan did it, she couldn't help but feel resentful.

"What's wrong with us, she's so cruel that she wants our Song family to die!

Don't forget, her surname is Song too.

The Song family is gone, what good is it for her, what exactly does she want to do! "

Fang Yueqiu's eyes were red with anger. If Song Zhuolan was here, she would have rushed over and slapped her hard.

"Evil obstacle, evil obstacle!"

With the crutches in his hand, Old Man Song tapped the ground a few times, with both grief and anger in his old eyes.

After spending most of his life, he never thought that he would be tricked by his own daughter in the end.

Thinking of the old wife who was killed by his biological daughter, Mr. Song couldn't help but red-eyed.

"Evil barrier, really evil barrier, how could our Song family have such a evil barrier!"

Seeing Father Song's grief-stricken appearance, Fang Yueqiu was afraid to irritate Father Song even more, so he didn't dare to say anything.

However, the resentment towards Song Zhuolan in his heart did not weaken at all.

"Father, I've also had someone bring Zhuo Lan here." Song Zhuohai knew that the matter had reached this point, and no amount of comforting words would help.

All he can do now is get things done.

The crutch in Old Man Song's hand slammed on the ground again, "Don't give her face, grab it for me!

If she dares to resist, she will be beaten until she dares not resist! "

"Yes."

Song Zhuohai responded immediately, took out his mobile phone and gave instructions to the people who were sent out again.

After confirming that everything was done by Song Zhuolan, Song Zhuohai only resented his younger sister, whom he used to love.

His own son had suffered for so many years in vain. If he was still soft-hearted towards Song Zhuolan, he would not be worthy of being a father and a qualified husband!

It's not even worthy to support this home!

Song Zixuan sat silently on the sofa, looking at his family who became resentful and angry after identifying the culprit, he suddenly felt a little dazed.

Facing the truth about to be revealed, he no longer had the urgency and excitement he had before.

Because after he thought about the truth, how should he get along with the family he had longed for for many years?

After so many things, can they really continue to get along without any barriers?