Chapter 825

"Anyway, we already know the result and the process!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"But there is no evidence, no one believes me!" Ink feather Xi bitter road.

"Where is the body?" Yan Chuan asked.

"All taken away!" Mr. Wen Ruo said with a bitter smile.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath, as Mo Yuxi had guessed, what Maori Daojun did was too perfect! There is no flaw to follow!

"If you kill the son and the saint, you may be stripped of her legal status and demoted from the holy land of Dazhao. If you go out of the holy land, you will be killed on all sides. Not only the five vassal sects, but also the enemies of the father of the holy daughter will seek revenge on the holy daughter Yuxi. Besides, will the Lord Maori let Yuxi go?" Mr. Wenruo explained.

"I have a token left by my father. The Lord can keep me safe!" Mo Yu Xi said.

"Oh?" Yan Chuan said curiously.

Then, Mo Yu Xi repeated his father's words before he died.

"No, since Jingmo doesn't care about your father's life and death, how can he care about your life and death? Otherwise, your father would not have died with that token? " Yan Chuan questioned.

"I believe in father!" Mo Yu Xi said definitely.

Then, Mo Yu Xi took out a gold token and handed it to Yan Chuan!

On the token, there is only one word "Wu".

The token has no vitality and no array. It should only be a token of symbolic nature.

However, with this token, you can let Jingmo take care of Mo Yu? Why didn't Mo Yu Xi's father protect himself?

Yan Chuan is lost in thought!

While the three were meditating, a voice suddenly rang out of the hall.

"Get out of the way, Wen Ruo. I know Mo Yu Xi is here. Let me in!" Suddenly, there was a wild voice outside the hall.

"Yang Zhi Jiu?" Yan Chuan's expression moved and suddenly remembered.

Three people in the hall looked at each other, and Yan Chuan nodded.

Wen Ruo walked out of the hall, soon, Wen Ruo let Yang Zhijiu into the hall!

When Yang Zhijiu entered the hall, he saw Yan Chuan.

"You? Do you dare to come to my Dazhao holy land? " Yang to jiuleng channel.

Yan Chuan said with a smile: "I'm looking for Mr. Wen Ruo! Why dare you come? "

Mr. Wenruo? Suddenly, Yang Zhijiu relaxed a lot.

In turn, Yang Zhijiu looks at Mo Yu.

"Feather!" Yang to nine suddenly soft voice.

"Don't call me Yuxi, I can't stand it!" Mo Yu Xi said coldly.

"What can't stand it? Are you for the North ink hall? You don't have to worry. I've already discussed with my father. As long as you are willing to marry me, my father will help you to suppress everything! " Yang Zhijiu laughs.

"Oh? If Maori Daojun's seven children are dead, they can sit back and ignore it? " Mo Yu Xi's expression moves a way.

On one side, Mr. Yan Chuan and Mr. Wen Ruo are observing Yang Zhijiu's expression to judge the case.

"Of course, they are them. I am me. You don't know. My father listens to me. Seven of them will die when they die. Here is the betrothal gift. I am ready. As long as you promise, you will have no worries. You are still the holy daughter of Dazhao Holy Land, and no one dares to move you!" Yang Zhijiu turns his hand and takes out a box of betrothal gifts.

Looking at Yang Zhijiu's confident attitude, Yan Chuan believes more about Mo Yuxi's conjecture.

"Hum, is this the Bureau set up by Maori Daojun? Why against me? Do you want to kill your own flesh and blood? " Mo Yu Xi angrily rebukes a way.

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