Chapter 835 (1/2)

”Yangzhijiu, see the Lord!” Yang Zhijiu said respectfully.

”Well, cooperate with Yan Chuan to ask questions!” The light road of JINGMAO.

”Yes Yang Zhijiu nods with a trace of perplexity.

Yan Zhiyang is arrogant again.

”Yang Zhi Jiu, where were you during the bloody incident in the North ink hall?” Yan Chuan asked with a smile.

”I am in my own house!” Yang to Jiushen.

”Are you sure? Were you not at Maori Daojun's side? ” Yan Chuan asked.

”Yan Chuan, you don't care where I am. I'm not at the scene. You still want to plant it? You have chosen the wrong person Yang Zhijiu disdains Tao.

Yan Chuan smiles slightly and doesn't care. Instead, he turned to look at the Holy Son of the ancient moon and said, ”Holy Son of the ancient moon, I don't know who is the real murderer in your mind? But I want to tell you, who is the real murderer? He is in our hall. ”

Maori Dao Jun shows a sneer at the corner of his mouth, pointing out himself? Maori Daojun did a perfect job. Even he was the biggest sufferer. Without a little evidence, he claimed that he was just futile and would be charged with playing tricks on the Lord.

”The real killer is him, Yang Zhijiu!” Yan Chuan suddenly pointed to Xiangyang to Jiu.

Maori Dao Jun's face suddenly changed, and he looked at Yan Chuan in surprise. Yan Chuan blames Yang Zhijiu? How could this happen?

The whole thing was planned by Maori Daojun, but how could Yan Chuan blame Yang Zhijiu?

The Holy Son of the ancient moon is also a sudden eyelid jump, showing the color of surprise, but, is also a flash.

The king and the emperor were all puzzled.

”You nonsense, Yan Chuan, you slander me, you frame me! I'll fight with you Yang to nine suddenly anger from the heart.

Although I know the result, I didn't do it myself.

”Wanton, in front of the king of Beijing, do you dare to make a fool of yourself?” Yan Chuan's eyes glared.

”Yang Zhi Jiu, stop it!” The Holy Son of the ancient Moon said.

”He slanders me, Yang Guyue, he slanders me, Dad, he slanders me!” Yang to nine suddenly impatient way.

”Slander? Ha ha, is it slander? I have evidence Yan Chuan suddenly said with a smile.

”Evidence?” Yang Zhijiu looks surprised.

Evidence? Isn't it seamless? How is the evidence possible?

”What evidence?” The Holy Son of the ancient Moon said coldly.

By Yanchuan earlier a run, Gu Yuesheng son's previous insistence, there is a trace of shaking.

”Yang Zhijiu, I ask you, when did your father die except Mo Yu Xi when he broke into the North ink hall? Is it a moment to break into the hall? ” Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

”Hum, Yan Chuan, you want to blame me. Don't think, at that time, not only my father was alone, but also many people who had entered the North ink hall. During this period, only Mo Yu Xi was in the hall, and there were no other people!” Yang Zhijiu said.