My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Who, who is talking?"

Song Zixuan, who suddenly heard Zhao Hanlin's voice, looked around in confusion for a while.

If you look down carefully, you can still notice that his legs are trembling slightly...

The corner of Lu Zijia's mouth twitched invisibly, then took a step aside, revealing Zhao Hanlin standing behind her.

When he was caught off guard by Zhao Hanlin's scarlet eyes full of resentment, Song Zixuan only felt his heart skip a beat and almost didn't jump out of his throat.

"That, that is, that, that magic cultivator?"

Song Zixuan tried his best to pretend to be calm, but he stuttered uncontrollably when he spoke.

That appearance, no matter how you look at it, how cowardly, it doesn't look like she's not afraid at all.

Lu Zijia nodded honestly, "Yes, he is the magic cultivator, and also Zhao Hanlin, who was rumored to have passed away many years ago."

When he said the name Zhao Hanlin, Lu Zijia's eyes turned to Zhao's mother and son and Qi Anyan's mother and son.

The reaction of Zhao's mother and son was completely opposite to that of Qi Anyan's mother and son. The former was shock and disbelief, while the latter was shock and the joy of being lost and found.

When Qi Anyan's mother and son heard the name Zhao Hanlin, they subconsciously looked up at Lu Zijia, and naturally, they also saw the person behind Lu Zijia.

"Han, Hanlin? Hanlin, is it really you? Hanlin, Hanlin!"

Qi Anyan ran towards Zhao Hanlin excitedly, but her body was still a little weak, coupled with the emotions of great joy and sorrow, her feet were unstable and she almost fell to the ground.

Zhao Hengliang quickly supported his mother with eyes and hands, and then some with the same hands and feet, supported his mother and walked towards his father who had only seen the photo.

"Hanlin, it's really you, it's really you! You're still alive, that's great, that's great woo woo woo-"

Qi Anyan's eyes were red, and she touched Zhao Hanlin's pitted face with trembling hands. Feeling the warm touch on her palm, Qi Anyan finally couldn't help crying.

In Zhao Hengliang's memory of more than 20 years, although his father has never appeared, he often hears his mother talk about it.

Therefore, he is not completely unfamiliar with his father, who he has never met.

Seeing that his mother was no longer suppressed and burst into tears, she couldn't help but quickly blushed.

"Dad, Dad..." Zhao Hengliang looked at his father and whispered.

Hearing that his son finally called him "Dad", Zhao Hanlin felt extremely sour, and at the same time, the resentment in his heart grew even stronger.

If it weren't for the two white-eyed wolves Jiang Jinfu and Zhao Wentian, how could he have been separated from his son and wife for so many years? Can't even go home!

Thinking of this, Zhao Hanlin suddenly pushed away his wife who was leaning on him.

Qi Anyan looked at her husband who suddenly pushed him away in disbelief, "Hanlin, what's wrong with you?"

"dad?"

Zhao Hengliang hurriedly supported his mother, and looked at his father in shock, apparently not understanding why his father treated his mother like this.

"You and Zhao Wentian are in the same group, as well as you, you are all on Zhao Wentian's side, and you actually teamed up with Zhao Wentian's white-eyed wolf to find a magician to harm me!"

Zhao Hanlin roared piercingly, and he had a tendency to re-enter the devil's way.

Lu Zijia flipped his hands, and a spell hit Zhao Hanlin instantly, making him wake up instantly.