My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Staring at Yu Pei in silence for a long time, Mu Tianyan only stammered out a word, "Okay."

Lu Zijia gave him a strange look, why did she feel that his tone was reluctant? Is it her delusion?

After that, the two of them were speechless all the way, but the atmosphere was not bad, at least it wasn't embarrassing.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Lady."

As soon as the two got out of the car, Mu Yunhao, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, immediately greeted them when they arrived.

Lu Zijia glanced around Mu Yunhao's body and found that he didn't see blood and injury except for a few scratches on his clothes, and asked, "How is the situation?"

Mu Yunhao detoured behind Mu Tianyan to push the wheelchair, and when he heard the words, he replied, "I have already subdued people, but I can't ask anything."

It's not that they haven't thought about punishing people, but the other party is a Celestial Master, or a Celestial Master with good ability. If they are punished, or if they get too close, they will be easily attacked.

Therefore, after subduing the person, they just quickly tied the person up and pressed for questioning.

Hearing this, Lu Zijia was not surprised.

The strength of Mu Yunhao and others is already good, and with her inscriptions, if she still can't subdue the master that Master Li said, it means that she thinks highly of the strength of Mu Yunhao and others...

When Lu Zijia and the others entered, all they saw was a white-bearded and white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his eyes closed and motionless.

If you ignore his hands tied behind the back, you'd think he's meditating leisurely!

And at this moment, Song Zixuan came out with a basin of clear water in his hand, and said fiercely, "Damn old guy, this young master wants to see how tough you are, I don't believe that you can't pry open your dog's mouth!"

When he still wanted to say something, he saw Lu Zijia, his face was filled with joy, and he ran over holding a basin of clear water.

"You're finally here. I thought you brought these guys and just let it go."

The guys in his mouth were naturally Mu Yunhao and the others.

Lu Zijia glanced at the basin of water he was holding, "What do you want?" Even if she knew she was thirsty, she didn't need to pour water from the basin, right?

Seeing Lu Zijia coming, Song Zixuan's originally suffocated heart was instantly relieved.

Hearing her question, he immediately explained excitedly, "I use this basin of water to extract a confession."

Lu Zijia looked at him with the eyes of the landlord's stupid son, unable to control the countless black lines falling on his forehead, "Are you sure you can use a basin of clean water to force a confession?"

"Clear water?"

Song Zixuan was puzzled for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and said with a mean smile, "It's not clear water, this is my young master's foot wash.

Isn't this guy stubborn, this young master will pour him this basin of washing water to see if he can continue to be stubborn! "

As he talked, Song Zixuan was overjoyed at first, just like a fool.

Lu Zijia, who took a step back silently, "..."

Mu Yunhao and the others, "..." Although this method of extracting a confession is a bit sinister, it is still a good method!

But, who will do the irrigation?

Mu Yunhao and the others looked at each other in dismay, and then kept their eyes on Song Zixuan.

The way is what he came up with, and it should be up to him to act.

After laughing enough, Song Zixuan, who was waiting for someone to help, turned his head to look left and right, and found that no one came out to help, he said, "Hey, I said, can you wink a little bit, or help me find a funnel? come!"