My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

  Chapter 300 Wasn’t Master Li who started the Song family back then?

   “Fuck you shit! Your dog looks like you are turned into ashes, and our Song family can recognize you! Even dare to quibble, because I think this young master has a good temper!”

  As soon as he fell behind what Master Li denied, Song Zixuan immediately rushed forward and stepped on the back of Master Li who was still on the ground.

  Master Li showed pain on his face, and before Song Zixuan was about to step on his second foot, he hurriedly explained, “It’s really not me. I haven’t been out of the mountain twenty years ago!

  Is this the first time I came out, or it was ten years ago. Twenty years ago, I couldn’t do anything to your Song family.

  As for these few times in recent years, it is true that I made the shots, but I just collect money and do things. I can’t blame it all on me. If I blame it, I’ll blame the people who gave me the money. “

   Although Master Li is afraid of Lu Zijia, he is not very attractive to ordinary people like Song Zixuan.

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

   “Oh, then I will kill you now. After you die, I can only blame the person who gave you the money!”

  Song Zixuan shouted sullenly, and then he actually picked up the fruit knife on the fruit plate of the coffee table.

   “Remember to go to Song Zhuolan and Ye Mingyang after death. 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 Song Zixuan’s eyes reddened as if he had lost his reason, and pointed a fruit knife at his neck, Master Li suddenly screamed in fright, and his body trembled fiercely.

  I don’t know, but he also thought it was a sheep having a seizure.

  The two bodyguards pressing Master Li only glanced at each other silently, then lowered their heads as if they hadn’t seen anything.

   “What he said is true.”

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

  Song Zixuan had no intention of killing people. He did it only to scare Master Li to tell the truth. Now that Lu Zijia said this, he stopped his hand movements.

  However, he did not take the fruit knife back. This caused Master Li’s cold sweat to keep coming out, fearing that Song Zixuan would shake his hand and let him go to the west.

   “My grandfather, they all recognized him when they met him, and they all recognized him as the master Li back then, even the age is right.”

  Song Zixuan frowned and said what he knew.

  Lu Zijia shook his head, “Sorcerer does not determine a person by his appearance, but by breath.

  Because the appearance of a person is very easy to change for 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 out. “

  After a pause, Lu Zijia glanced at Master Li, “Furthermore, the frame made of yin wood is full of devilish energy, and if you are not careful, you will be caught by the devilish energy.

  According to his current strength, if he really started on your Song family 20 years ago, when he turned the yin wood into a frame, he was invaded by the devilish energy into his lungs and turned into a diseased seed.

  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 brow furrowed deeper, “In other words, does he still have a helper?”

  Lu Zijia shrugged, pointed at Master Li with his chin, “Then I have to ask him.”

  ”Don’t don’t don’t, don’t kill me, I say I say it!”

   Feeling that Song Zixuan’s fruit knife pressed against his throat used a few more points, Master Li was so scared that his face was pale as paper, and he was almost scared to urinate on the spot.

  (End of this chapter)