My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

After leaving Father Song's room, Lu Zijia walked to the door of the second room.

This time without her needing to say more, Song Zhuohai spontaneously opened the door for her and invited her in.

"This is my and my wife's room."

Lu Zijia walked in and nodded, "I can tell."

"Master Lu?"

Seeing Lu Zijia walking to the balcony, and then standing outside the balcony, she couldn't help but wonder.

"God! We have a room too?"

Fang Yueqiu, who followed behind, turned pale again, her feet were soft, and she almost fell.

Fortunately, Song Zhuohai was quick to hold her up.

Song Zhuohai didn't know if Lu Zijia saw something and didn't answer his wife's question.

Instead, they looked at Lu Zijia together, waiting anxiously for her answer.

Standing on the balcony, Lu Zijia stared at a pot of violets for a while, then waved to the four Song family members, motioning them to come over.

"Master Lu, have you found anything?" Song Zhuohai asked his wife as he walked over.

In fact, Song Zhuohai hoped that Lu Zijia didn't find it, which means that there are no dirty things.

Unfortunately, Lu Zijia didn't do what he wanted.

She saw that she stretched out her white fingers, pointed to the pot of violet on the balcony, and said, "This flower was raised with human blood, and it was also subjected to magic.

A month after this plate of violets appeared, your husband and wife must have frequent nightmares, right?

Moreover, the scene in the dream is the last thing in your heart that you want it to happen. "

Following Lu Zijia's words, the expressions of Song Zhuohai and Fang Yueqiu changed.

Looking at it, it was obvious that it was said.

"I remember that this pot of flowers was given to you by Zhuolan, right?"

Old Man Song stared at the pot of violets with his old eyes, his face expressionless, and his tone was like the tranquility before the storm.

Fang Yueqiu opened her mouth for a while before she said something, "Yes, yes, it was given to me by Zhuolan more than two months ago."

And the time is just right, she and her husband have had nightmares together for more than a month.

If it is the previous landscape painting, it can be said that Song Zhuolan may have been used by others.

So, what about this pot of violets now? Is it still being used?

Such a statement is really unbelievable!

"why!"

Fang Yueqiu's body trembled uncontrollably, and her gaze towards Song Zixuan was filled with endless remorse.

Why did Song Zhuolan do this? For so many years, she has completely treated Song Zhuolan as her own sister, and has never treated her badly.

Why does Song Zhuolan still do this!

Zixuan is her biological son, the blood of the Song family, and her nephew of Song Zhuolan!

Have pity on her son, who has suffered so much for so many years in vain, and let her be a mother, what face will she have to face this son in the future?

"Xiaoqiu..."

Song Zhuohai also understands that Song Zhuolan is the most suspicious now, but Song Zhuolan is his sister no matter what.

In any case, it is impossible for him to attack his sister until it is thoroughly investigated.

Fang Yueqiu also understood Song Zhuohai's concerns, but he could not accept it.

After all, the evidence was so bare in front of her, how could she still believe that Song Zhuolan was innocent?

Song Zhuohai looked at the hand that was pushed away by his wife, his heart twitched fiercely, and he opened his mouth to say something.

But Fang Yueqiu didn't seem to want to listen to him anymore, so she silently turned around and turned her back to him.