My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Mu Yunhao's mouth twitched, "Master Song, this is your villa."

In other words, this is your site, how do we know where the funnel is? Or, there is no such thing as a funnel here.

Besides, Young Master Song, don't you feel that the person you want to wash their feet is staring at you with a terrifying look?

"Then you open his mouth for me, and this young master will pour it directly like this!" Song Zixuan said imposingly.

It's a pity that no one moved...

Song Zixuan, who deeply felt that he was being excluded, looked at Lu Zijia resentfully, "These people you sent are all uncles, even more uncles than this young master."

Lu Zijia blinked, then nodded solemnly, "Isn't it true, one hand can crush you to death, isn't it your uncle or what?"

Song Zixuan, who suddenly felt quite reasonable, said, "..."

"Okay, don't make trouble, you'd better take your foot wash away, it really stinks."

Seeing the hurt look on his face, Lu Zijia comforted him very kindly.

However, her consolation made Song Zixuan instantly feel a 10,000-point crit.

It turned out that he thought it was a good way to extract a confession, but in Lu Zijia's view, he was making trouble, playing, and playing!

Song Zixuan, who felt that he was being looked down upon, simply did not do anything, and with a single effort, he wanted to throw the foot-washing water in the basin at the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

However--

"Whoa-"

The foot-washing water was splashed, but at the moment Song Zixuan was about to throw it out, the basin in his hand suddenly turned towards him, and all the foot-washing water was poured on him.

Some Song Zixuan, who couldn't react to the situation, looked down at his wet lower body in a daze.

Mu Yunhao and the others who witnessed Song Zixuan's death with their own eyes looked away silently, unable to bear to look directly.

As a friend, Lu Zijia shrugged her shoulders unkindly.

She had already told him to stop making trouble, but this unfortunate ghost is still trying to kill himself, really... asking for abuse!

As for Mu Tianyan, he just glanced at Song Zixuan's stupid face, and then withdrew his gaze.

So stupid, my wife will definitely not like it.

"Fuck!"

Song Zixuan, who finally reacted after a long time, couldn't help but whimper.

"What's the matter, I'm obviously..."

Halfway through speaking, Song Zixuan, who suddenly thought of something, suddenly raised his head and glared at the old man, "It's you who did it!"

The old man's face was gloomy, staring at Song Zixuan as if he were looking at a dead man.

Seeing the old man's reaction, Song Zixuan understood that his 'missing hand' just now was really the one who was doing the trick.

At the same time, Pan Ran realized why Mu Yunhao and the others just used their mouths to ask questions before, instead of asking them like they did with Master Li.

Turns out, that's the reason!

Hearing the faint smell of his feet, Song Zixuan suddenly had a feeling of being unlovable...

"Cough, do you want to change your clothes first?"

Lu Zijia pretended to cough twice, forcibly suppressing the smile, and said to Song Zixuan.

Seeing her obviously smiling eyes, Song Zixuan only felt a pain in his heart, and at the same time, the idea of ​​overturning the boat of friendship came up again.

"Bring that Master Li up." After Song Zixuan went upstairs to change clothes, Lu Zijia said to Mu Yunhao.

After speaking, Lu Zijia felt it, and a cold, viper-like gaze fell on her.

The corners of Lu Zijia's mouth curled slightly, and she met the old man's gaze without fear.

"Ignorance junior, you know who the old man is!"

The old man uttered the first sentence after being subdued, but it was not a plea for mercy, but an angry rebuke from above.