Yang Zhijiu's face was flustered, but still calm: "what do you say? I don't understand, but I tell you, Mo Yu Xi, if you don't agree to marry me, you will be banished from the holy land of Dazhao. Then, I can catch you back, and no one can protect you! "

Demoted from the holy land? Hum, Maori Dao Jun is so brave, and you have a cruel heart. With the lives of seven brothers, I will marry you? If I really marry you, I will be slaughtered easily by you, just like your brothers, to cheat other women's hearts! " Black feather Xi cold voice way.

"No, Yuxi, how can I harm you? My brother, they are actually...! " Yang Zhijiu yelled in a hurry. When he said half of it, he suddenly stopped.

"Mo Yu Xi, I tell you, I'm here to give you face. I don't want to embarrass you. If you marry now, you can still keep a little bearing. My father is ready to report to the Lord. You can't escape from my hand again. You killed my seven brothers. In order to compensate my father, the Lord will certainly agree to my father's request!" Yang to jiuleng channel.

"Go away!" Mo Yu Xi drinks a way.

"Hum!"

Yang zhi91 shook his sleeve and stormed out of the hall. It's gone in a flash.

There was a silence in the hall.

"Now it seems that the saint's guess should be right, and the spirits of Yang Zhi Jiu's seven brothers must still be in the hands of Maori Daojun." Mr. Wen Ruo analyzed.

"To marry me? Why did you have to spend so much time Mo Yu Xi frowned.

"Well?"

"If you have a fancy to a saint and inform the Lord of his achievements, the Lord will promise that she will be his daughter-in-law. However, for my sake, you have to spend so much time on it?" Mo Yu is puzzled.

"This can show that you have something on your body that you can't even shake! This kind of thing is more important than the merit of Maori Daojun Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

Then they all looked at the token, which had a word "Wu".

"Mr. Wenruo, please do me a favor." Yan Chuan said.

"Oh? Yan Huang, please say it

"Please help me to collect some information. During the period from the massacre in Beimo hall to the present, some information about Maori Daojun, yangzhijiu and Guyue Shengzi!" Yan Chuan said.

"Well, no problem! But did Yan Huang have a way? " Mr. Wen Ruo said curiously.

"How? Oh, let's see them first. By the way, it would be better if we could get the blood of the ancient moon Saint son and Yang Zhi Jiu. If we can't get them, we can get some of their hair! " Yan Chuan said.

"Yes, I'll try my best!" Mr. Wenruo nodded.

"Is there a way?" Mo Yu Xi frowned.

"From Yang Zhijiu's words, we can probably see that Yang Zhijiu should know the whole process. Since he knows, he should pry it out of his mouth!" Yan Chuan's expression was congealed.

"How to pry? Maori Daojun is very concerned about yangzhijiu. As long as there is something wrong with yangzhijiu, Maori Daojun will be able to arrive in an instant. This is the holy land of Dazhao! " Mo Yu Xi frowned.

"I know, but with your quick token, I also think of a way. You wait. As long as the news from Mr. Wen Ruo is the same as what I think in my heart, we can immediately preempt the people and let Maori Daojun, even if we look at it, we can't stop it!" In Yan Chuan's eyes, a coagulation road.

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