My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"As long as you answer my words, whether you recognize it or not, you know my methods, don't test my patience."

Song Zhuohai finally warned.

As a younger sister, Song Zhuolan naturally knew how powerful her eldest brother was.

It was precisely because she knew that when she brought the landscape paintings, she was frightened and did not sleep well for more than half a month.

Song Zhuolan smiled reluctantly, trying to make herself appear more natural, "Brother, I recognize some things, but I didn't give them anything except the violets!

I just saw it. After all, I often go back to the Song family to visit our father. It's not surprising that I have seen it, isn't it?

However, I haven't seen this dark thing, and I don't know where it came from. "

Among the four things, the brush was given to Mr. Song by her son. If she didn't recognize it, it would be a little hard to explain.

As for the jade dragon carved by jadeite, she also arranged for someone to deliver it to Song Zhuohai.

If Song Zhuohai investigates carefully, he can still find out, so she admits it first, which is always right.

As for the black piece of the puppet, she buried it in the soil of the flowerbed with her own hands.

Song Zhuolan had a good idea in her heart, and she answered cautiously, for fear that Song Zhuohai would notice any flaws.

However, even though she was cautious and her words were not leaking, she still failed to gain the slightest trust in Song Zhuohai.

"I only do things that I am sure of, since I let someone arrest you, it must have been done by you.

You think you don't admit it and make excuses, and I don't know how many good things you've done? "

Song Zhuohai picked up the violet on the coffee table and smashed it directly on Song Zhuolan.

"This plate of violets, the soil is full of your blood DNA, how do you explain it!"

Song Zhuolan reflexively caught what hit her, but the next moment, she let go of her hand in a panic, and stepped back several steps in a row.

Like that pot of violets, something dirty.

"Snapped--"

The violet slammed to the ground, the flower pot shattered instantly, and the dark red soil spilled all over the ground.

Seeing the dark red soil, Song Zhuolan's pupils shrank, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

This violet, Master Li asked her to use her own blood to raise it for a full month before she succeeded.

On the night it happened, she seemed to have seen something dirty on the plate of violets, and she was so frightened that she dared not touch it again.

Even if it was brought to Fang Yueqiu from the Song family, the servants would carry it along the way.

"me……"

Feeling that her reaction was too much, Song Zhuolan thought badly, and quickly wanted to make up for it.

It's a pity that Song Zhuohai didn't give her this chance at all.

"And this thing, the blood detected on it belongs to Zixuan, and the date of birth on it belongs to Zixuan!"

Song Zhuohai threw the thing on Song Zhuolan again, and grabbed another handful of jade fragments.

"This emerald jade dragon, you have worked so hard to get someone to transfer it to me.

There is also a piece of talisman paper inside, with the eight characters of my birthday and Ye Mingyang's birth date.

You want to transfer my luck to Ye Mingyang, so that he can rise step by step, and let me die! "

Ye Mingyang is Song Zhuolan's husband and the current ruler of the Song family.

Following Song Zhuohai's words, Song Zhuolan's eyes widened and filled with horror.

It seems that Song Zhuolan even knew the function of the talisman paper.

Song Zhuolan's face was pale, and her lips trembled as she tried to defend herself, but found that she couldn't say anything.

Song Zhuohai seemed to know what she was trying to say, and said with a gloomy face, "You don't have to argue, I have already sent someone to investigate, but suddenly I regretted the company that cooperated with Song, and turned to cooperate with Ye.

One can be said to be a coincidence, two to three, but it is not as simple as a coincidence. "

As the voice fell, Song Zhuohai threw all the jade fragments in his hand onto Song Zhuolan.

Song Zhuolan wanted to hide, but she didn't know when her body became a little stiff, so she couldn't move.

"And this writing brush, which was given by your good son, for the old man."

Song Zhuohai was extremely angry, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes as sharp as a knife stared at Ye Nanbo.

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