My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Ye Xinbei's hand to clean up the dishes stopped, and a pair of faint eyes looked at Song Zixuan, "Aren't you?"

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

"Then will you help me find Big Brother Zixuan?" Ye Xin's eyes were full of hope.

"Yes, but you have to let me go first, so that I can help you find the man in your mind." Song Zixuan's heart lifted slightly, and there was some anticipation in his eyes.

However……

"No, you can't let Brother Zixuan go. If you let Brother Zixuan go, Brother Zixuan will leave Xiaoling. You can't let Brother Zixuan go, you can't let it go, you can't let it go!"

As the words fell, a stern look flashed in Ye Xin's eyes, "Brother Zixuan, you can stay here in peace, I believe that one day, you will be willing to stay with me."

After she finished speaking, Ye Xinpei took the packed dishes and left the dimly lit basement.

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

In fact, the conversation just now happened three or four times in the past two days, but Song Zixuan never gave up, and as a result, without exception, he was hit again.

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

Song Zixuan thought it was Ye Xin who had left and returned, and his heart reflexively tightened.

But soon, he knew he was wrong.

"Son, son!"

Fang Yueqiu just opened the door of the basement when she saw her son who was sitting on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

"How are you, son? Are you alright? Are you injured or feel any discomfort?"

Fang Yueqiu quickly rushed down the stairs, while untying her son, she asked worriedly.

Although Song Zhuohai didn't speak, he was worried, and his eyes quickly turned around his son.

"Mom? Dad?"

Seeing his parents who suddenly appeared like savior heroes, Song Zixuan doubted whether he was hallucinating.

After all, he just had a sweet dream of someone coming to save him last night.

"Son, what's wrong with you, son? Why are you so dumb? Husband, isn't our son stupid?"

After Fang Yueqiu helped her son untie, seeing his stunned expression, he couldn't help but feel even more worried.

Seeing his son like this, Song Zhuohai couldn't help but get worried. He was about to reach out to check his son's head when he heard his son suddenly shout.

"Mom and dad, it's really you, great, I thought I was dreaming again!"

Song Zixuan hugged his mother and almost cried out of grievance.

But when he thought of how embarrassing he was, a big man crying, he just held back.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay, our son is okay." Fang Yueqiu hugged her son with a distressed face, tears could not help falling.

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

After the mother and son hugged for a while, although Song Zhuohai couldn't bear it, he still opened his mouth to remind.

After his reminder, Fang Yueqiu suddenly remembered this matter, "Yes, yes, Master Lu is still waiting, son, let's hurry up, we can't keep Master Lu waiting for a long time."

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