My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Ye Xinxuan's hand to clean up the dishes paused, and a pair of quiet eyes looked at Song Zixuan, "aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm not the man in your heart." Song Zixuan nodded seriously.

"Will you help me find brother Zixuan?" Ye Xinxuan's eyes are full of hope.

"Yes, but you have to let me go first before I can help you find the man in your mind." Song Zixuan's heart lifted slightly, and his eyes looked forward to it.

However

"No, you can't release brother Zixuan. If you release brother Zixuan, brother Zixuan will leave Xiaoling. You can't release brother Zixuan, you can't, you can't!"

As the voice fell, a fierce look flashed in Ye Xinxuan's eyes, "brother Zixuan, just stay here. I believe one day, you will be willing to stay with me."

With that, Ye Xin took the dishes and left the dimly lit basement.

Song Zixuan, "..." why? Why is it such a result! He's going crazy!

In fact, the dialogue just now has happened three or four times in the past two days, but song Zixuan always didn't give up. As a result, he was hit again without exception.

Just as he was thinking whether to shout for help, the door of the basement was opened again.

Song Zixuan thought that ye Xinxuan had gone and returned, and the reflex of his heart was tight again.

But soon he knew he was wrong.

"Son, son!"

Fang Yueqiu just opened the door of the basement and saw her son sitting on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. She couldn't help crying with joy.

Fang Yueqiu quickly rushed down the stairs, untied her son and asked again and again.

Although song zhuohai didn't speak, he also looked worried, and his eyes quickly moved around his son.

"Mom? "Dad?"

Looking at his parents who suddenly appeared like a salvation hero, song Zixuan wondered if he was hallucinating.

After all, he had a dream last night that someone came to save him..

"Son, son, what's the matter with you? How stupid? Husband, isn't our son stupid? "

After Fang Yueqiu untied her son, she couldn't help worrying more when she saw his expression.

Seeing his son like this, song zhuohai couldn't help worrying. As soon as he wanted to reach out and check his son's head, he heard his son suddenly shout.

"Mom and Dad, it's really you. Great. I thought I was dreaming again!"

But at the thought that he was a big man crying, how shameless, so he just held it back.

"All right, all right, all right, our son is all right." Fang Yueqiu hugged her son with a distressed face, and her tears couldn't help falling.

"Go up, Master Lu is still waiting for us."

After the mother and son held each other for a while, song zhuohai began to remind him, although he couldn't bear it.

After such a reminder, Fang Yueqiu suddenly thought of it, "yes, yes, Master Lu is still waiting. Son, let's go up quickly. We can't keep Master Lu waiting."

Song Zixuan was picked up and walked slowly up the stairs, "Master Lu? Lu Zijia came to save me? "