Chapter 57 (2/2)

Xu Chuan said hello seriously, but soon sent the voice of vigorous Qi to Yan Zhao's ear: ”Yan Shao, Lin yushao, Lin shinephew was killed, do you know?”

Yan Zhaoge's eyes were calm, his face was a little sad, and he nodded slowly: ”I heard that, but I don't know who is the poison hand?”

Xu Chuan's face was a little bitter: ”it's said that it's Yan Shao you...”

Yan Zhaoge's eyebrows suddenly twisted into a ball: ”how can it be? Who's talking nonsense? ”

”It's said that martial nephew Lin has been shut up for a long time, and you are indifferent to her.” It's said that Yan Zhaoge is tired of Lin yushao. Of course, he dare not repeat this to Yan Zhaoge directly.

”It's said that when you came to Dongtang this time, Yan Shao, you fell in love with the same martial nephew Sikong.”

Yan Zhaoge is very angry and funny: ”I leave such an impression?”

Xu Chuan takes a look behind Yan Zhaoge, teasing Feng Yunsheng, the little black dog.

When Yan Zhao sings, he helps his forehead.

Xu Chuan did not dare to continue to stimulate him. He said dryly, ”it's said that after martial nephew Lin left the customs, he heard about Yanshao and martial nephew Sikong. He was worried about being out of favor, so he came to Dongtang.”

”After you met, you had a quarrel. You were bothered by martial nephew Lin, and as a result...”

Xu Chuan can't go on, because Yan Zhaoge's face is black.

Yan Zhaoge said angrily: ”this is no basis for rumors, but also believe?”

Xu Chuan said with a wry smile: ”it's just that it's said that martial nephew Lin died under the palm of Dou rate...”

Yan Zhaoge's pupil suddenly shrank: ”pocket rate palm?”

Xu Chuan nodded heavily: ”the body is the first one found by Yan Xu, the elder of the eastern Tang Dynasty. Now it is also under their care. It is difficult to get close to the body for examination in a short time.”

”However, it is said that a huge wound has been opened between the chest and abdomen, and the flesh and blood have been burned. At least it is caused by the martial arts with the spirit of fire.”

”But at the moment, there is news that martial nephew Lin died under dourate's palm.”

He looked at Yan Zhaoge worried.

It's impossible for Guangcheng mountain warrior to have only Yan Zhaoge and not only him in the eastern Tang Dynasty.

But there is only one person with motive, Yan Zhaoge.

Although that motive is a bit of bullshit.

But the fact that it's a little bit painful is that such peach lace love killing news is the easiest to spread.

The image of Yan Zhaoge is not good-looking.

It's just frivolous news. The public is still very happy about the story of beautiful women loving heroes, but erotic killing is quite another matter.

Especially this kind of news, even if the truth is clarified afterwards, the public may not believe it.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes narrowed slightly.

I'm afraid that the rumor monger's idea is not so simple as destroying people's reputation.

Yan Zhaoge feels vaguely that this seems to be some kind of foreshadowing

After thinking for a moment, Yan Zhaoge shook his head: ”it really has nothing to do with me. Naturally, the truth of sister Lin's murder should be found out in detail.”

”But at the moment, I have an urgent matter to rush to the capital of the eastern Tang Dynasty. It's related to my Guangcheng mountain foundation. I'm also sad about the death of younger martial sister Lin, but now I can only go public before I go private.”

”The elder of Dongzhou is on his way to the capital of Dongtang. I will join him there.”

Xu chuanleng Leng, thought Yan Zhaoge was just avoiding, but since the elders of Dongzhou are coming, it seems that there is a big deal.

”Elder Yan is in Linyuan city. He orders that you should be led to see him as soon as you are seen. Nephew Lin's body is also in the city.” Xu Chuan hesitated and whispered.

Yan Zhaoge said: ”people forget things, he forgot, I don't belong to him now.”

”If he has something to do, let him follow him to the capital of Dongtang.”