Backhand grabbed the long sword beside Han Yang, she couldn't spare these people, she must not spare them, never.

"Nope." Ziyu moved fast, Hanyang moved faster, holding down his long sword, his face was full of anger but gritted his teeth and whispered to Ziyu.

Ziyu glanced back at Hanyang fiercely when she heard this, okay, they are people from the twenty-seventh city in the north of the town, they pay attention to their identity and can't appear here, they can't kill here, she Qin Ziyu has no identity, she has no scruples, they don't go, she goes.

Quickly turning his head, he tore open the collar of Beiming Changfeng and held her, and Ziyu pounced forward and was about to jump off the eaves.

"I'm no less angry than you." At the moment when Ziyu jumped out of the eaves, Beiming Changfeng suddenly reached out and grabbed Ziyu's waist, quickly pulled the person back and pressed it tightly in his arms, not allowing Ziyu to struggle.

He was no less angry than she was, so why could he still be so indifferent to the death of the person who had helped them that afternoon?

Ziyu didn't speak, just looked up coldly at the North Wind Changfeng, why?

Beiming Changfeng lowered his head and looked at Ziyu's eyes, his face was very serious: "It's not that I can't kill, it's not that I don't dare to kill, it's just one point, what do you do with the consequences after killing them?" ”

What are the consequences of killing these people?

How to deal with it?

Ziyu's face was extremely angry, and he stiffened slightly.

The emotions that were dominated by anger and guilt were slightly rationalized.

Kill, you can kill it, she has seen their martial arts and methods in the North Hell, and it is not a problem to kill this group of people.

But what about after the killing?

If you kill a Fusang devil, you have to be buried by the people of Houqin in the alley where the incident occurred, but now there are so many people here.

They can kill all these people for their anger, for their guilt, but the people who will bear the consequences of killing these people are ordinary people here, completely innocent people.

Ziyu's five fingers pierced into the palm of his hand fiercely, and the hand clenched into a fist almost burst with green tendons.

"I'll teach you a lesson today, in the future, whoever dares to help the people who angered our Fusang guests in private, not only their family will destroy the nine clans, but you will all follow the funeral ......"

Below, in the midst of the flames, a military attaché-like figure from above was shouting proudly at the kneeling people.

Beside him, the three Fusang devils who were beaten up that afternoon and an old Fuso devil they had never seen were smiling proudly at this time, and the eyes of the people below were full of contempt.

Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng pointed at the military attache Chao Ziyu and said: "I will take you to see it, not to make you feel guilty, but to let you see clearly, if it is not for their incompetence and weakness, then what ability does the clown of Fusang Kingdom dare to be arrogant in my land of Great Qin."

Zhulian Nine Clans, ha, even if the emperor provokes him, he will be killed by the Nine Clans, but the great crime of treason and collaboration with the enemy will be executed like this, they are just a Fusang person, our officials dare to open such a mouth, dare to kill all the people.

The Fuso people are hateful, but who made them so hateful? That's the emperor of our Hou Qin, the officials of Hou Qin, and they are the ones who make these clowns who jump off the beam so arrogant. ”

Speaking of this, Beiming Changfeng glanced at Ziyu deeply: "Qin Ziyu, you can hate."