Zhang Wencheng was struck by lightning, the back of his head was numb, and he smelled death for the first time in his life!

"You can't kill me!" Zhang Wencheng roared wildly, as if he was crazy: "Ye Qiudu is already dead, what's the benefit of you killing me! As long as you are willing to let me go, you can say whatever you want! No matter how much it costs, I will meet your request!"

Lin Tianyang shook his head slowly and firmly, his eyes shining: "I just want you to die!"

The hearts of everyone in the audience sank a little more.

Wang Jingxing and the others were deeply shocked by Lin Tianyang's crazy killing intent, Sect Master Ming and the others were full of horror, thinking that after Zhang Wencheng's death, their entire family would be threatened, and they were even more panicked that the six gods had no master, and even the guards of Fengmanlou were solemn, if Zhang Wencheng died in Fengmanlou, he was afraid that he would have no foothold in Mobei City in the future!

"You can't kill. ”

When Lin Tian's killing machine was monstrous, a gentle but resolute voice sounded in the room.

Wang Ziyan walked in front of Lin Tianyang, her eyes were firm: "Tianyang, you can't kill him." ”

"Why can't you?" Lin Tianyang was very surprised when she stopped her, and said in a deep voice: "You know why I have to kill him!"

On the night of Ye Qiu's death, Wang Ziyan was by his side, if there is anyone in the world who understands his guilt for Ye Qiu's death, it can only be Wang Ziyan, and if anyone knows his hatred of Zhang Wencheng better, it can only be Wang Ziyan.

He thought that Wang Ziyan was the person who could best understand why he insisted on killing Zhang Wencheng at this time, so he was a little angry and a little sad at this time.

Wang Ziyan understood the disappointment in his eyes, her heart tightened, and she said softly: "I know better than anyone how damn Zhang Wencheng is, but after all, he is the eldest son of the Zhang family, if he really dies in your hands, have you ever thought that the Zhang family will usher in what kind of crazy revenge it will be?"

"I'm not afraid of retaliation!" Lin Tianyang roared in his throat, gritted his teeth and said, "If the Zhang family has any means, just let the horse come, I'm not afraid!"

Wang Ziyan looked at him silently for a long time, and then said calmly: "You are not afraid, but what about Sister Tianwan? What about Uncle Chen and his wife? And me?"

Lin Tianyang's face froze, looking at the worry flashing in Wang Ziyan's eyes, he was speechless for a while.

"It's easy to kill Zhang Wencheng, but if it costs the lives of all our relatives because of this, is it worth it?" Wang Ziyan didn't wait for him to answer, and continued: "I know you want to avenge Ye Qiu, but this way of revenge is just a momentary bravery, not real revenge, because we don't have the strength to take revenge at the moment!"

"Only when you are strong enough can you seek justice for Ye Qiu without any worries!"

"Only by defeating the Zhang family in a dignified manner can we truly avenge Ye Qiu!"

While speaking, Wang Ziyan gently took Lin Tianyang's hand, and pressed a little harder, as if she wanted to give him some comfort: "The gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late!"

Lin Tianyang clenched her hand tightly and fell into deep thought.

Wang Ziyan's words are reasonable, and it is easy to kill Zhang Wencheng at the moment, but in the face of the ensuing revenge of the Zhang family, he does not have enough strength to deal with it.

Lin Tianyang can imagine what a terrible revenge Zhang Tianya will set off in the case of the loss of his beloved son, and with the reason to avenge Zhang Wencheng, even the City Lord's Mansion is not easy to interfere with, and it is impossible for the three elders of Meiyuan and others to blindly help themselves, and when that time comes, what strength does he have to protect Lin Tianwan and Wang Ziyan and others?

He had already figured out the reason, but if he let Zhang Wencheng go, he would only feel unwilling.

Ye Qiu's eyes before he died still flashed in his mind, and the painful and desperate eyes made his heart like a knife, burning with anger, and the killing intent was surging, not vomiting or unhappy!