My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Fuck you! You look like a dog, even if you turned to ashes, our Song family recognizes you! You dare to argue because you think this young master has a good temper, right?"

Just after Master Li's denial, Song Zixuan rushed forward and stepped on the back of Master Li, who was still on the ground.

Master Li showed a look of pain, and before Song Zixuan stepped on his second foot, he hurriedly explained, "It's really not me, I didn't even come out of the mountain twenty years ago!

I was the first to go out, or ten years ago, twenty years ago, it was impossible for me to start with your Song family.

As for the few times in recent years, it was indeed me who did the trick, but I was just collecting money to do things. I can't blame it all, but the people who gave me the money. "

Although Master Li was afraid of Lu Zijia, he didn't like Song Zixuan very much.

Therefore, the attitude and tone of the two people are simply incomparable.

"Oh, then if I kill you now, after you die, you can only blame the person who gave you the money!"

Song Zixuan roared viciously, and then he actually picked up the fruit knife on the fruit plate on the coffee table.

"Remember to go to Song Zhuolan and Ye Mingyang after you die. If they didn't give you money to harm our Song family, you wouldn't have to die."

"No, no! You can't kill me, you can't kill me, I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth!"

Seeing that Song Zixuan's eyes were red as if he had lost his mind, and he aimed the fruit knife at his neck, Master Li suddenly shouted in fright, and his body trembled even more.

I don't know, I thought he was having epilepsy.

The two bodyguards who were pressing on Master Li just glanced at each other silently, then lowered their heads and pretended not to see anything.

"What he said was true."

When the knife in Song Zixuan's hand touched Master Li's throat, Lu Zijia said.

Song Zixuan didn't intend to kill people at first. He did this just to scare Master Li to tell the truth. Now that he heard what Lu Zijia said, he stopped his movements.

However, he did not take back the fruit knife, which caused Master Li to break out in a cold sweat. He was afraid that Song Zixuan's hands would shake and he would be sent to the West.

"My grandfather and the others have seen him, and they all recognized him as the Master Li back then, and even the age is right."

Song Zixuan frowned and said what he knew.

Lu Zijia shook his head, "A sorcerer won't determine a person by his appearance, but by his breath.

Because the appearance of a person can easily be changed easily by a sorcerer.

But the breath is different, everyone has a unique breath, as long as you remember a person's breath, no matter how you change your appearance, you can easily find it. "

After a pause, Lu Zijia glanced at Master Li, "Besides, the frame made of yin wood is full of demonic energy, and if you are not careful, you will be engulfed by demonic energy.

Based on his current strength, if he really attacked your Song family 20 years ago, then when he turned the yin tree into a frame, he would have been invaded by demonic energy and turned into a sickly seedling.

Even if he is a sorcerer himself, twenty years will not allow him to fully recover. "

After listening to Lu Zijia's explanation, Song Zixuan's brows furrowed deeper, "So, does he still have helpers?"

Lu Zijia shrugged and pointed at Master Li with his chin, "Then I'll ask him."

"Don't, don't, don't kill me, I say I say everything!"

Feeling that Song Zixuan's fruit knife pressed against his throat a little harder, Master Li was so frightened that his face was as pale as paper, and he almost didn't urinate on the spot.