She grabbed the sword beside Hanyang with her backhand. She couldn't spare these people, she could never spare them, never.
"No." Ziyu moved quickly, and Hanyang moved even faster. He held down his long sword and said softly to Ziyu through gritted teeth with an angry face.
Hearing this, Ziyu turned around and glanced at Hanyang. Well, they are from the 27th city of Zhenbei. They care about their status and cannot appear here. They cannot go on a killing rampage here. She, Qin Ziyu, has no identity and has no scruples.
If they don't go, she will.
Quickly turning her head, she pulled away the collar held by Beiming Changfeng, and Ziyu pounced forward and was about to jump off the eaves.
"My anger is no less than yours." The moment Ziyu jumped out of the eaves, Beiming Changfeng suddenly reached out and grabbed Ziyu's waist, quickly pulled him back and pressed him tightly into his arms, not allowing Ziyu to struggle.
.
He was no less angry than she was, so why could he watch the person who had helped them just this afternoon die like this and remain indifferent?
Ziyu didn't speak, but looked up at Beiming Changfeng coldly, why?
Beiming Changfeng lowered his head and looked into Ziyu's eyes, with a very serious look on his face: "It's not that I can't kill, it's not that I don't dare to kill. The only thing is, how will you deal with the consequences after killing them?"
How to deal with the consequences of killing these people?
How to deal with it?
Ziyu's extremely angry face froze slightly.
The emotions dominated by anger and guilt became a little more rational.
Killing, it's absolutely possible to kill. She has seen Beiming Changfeng's martial arts and methods, and it's no problem to kill them all.
But, what happens after the killing?
If a Fusang Japs were killed, they would be buried with the people of the Later Qin Dynasty in the alley where the incident occurred. But now there are so many people here.
They can kill all these people out of their anger and their guilt, but the people who bear the consequences of killing these people are ordinary people here, completely innocent people.
Ziyu's five fingers stabbed into the palm of his hand so hard that the veins in his fisted hand almost burst.
"I will teach you a lesson today. Whoever dares to secretly help someone who has angered our distinguished guests from Fusang in the future will not only kill their family but also all of you will be buried with them..."
Beside him, the three Fuso Japs who had been severely beaten that afternoon and an old Fuso Japs they had never seen were smiling proudly, and their eyes looking at the people below were full of contempt.
Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng pointed at the military attache and said to Ziyu: "I'm taking you to see it, not to make you feel guilty, but to let you see clearly. If they weren't incompetent and weak, what kind of skills would the clowns of Fusang Country dare to do?
I am arrogant in the land of Da Qin.
The nine tribes of Lian were executed, ha, even the emperor would not punish the nine tribes if he offended him, but the crime of treason and collaborating with the enemy would be punished in this way. They are just a Fusang people, and our officials dare to say such things.
Kill everyone.
The Fusang people are hateful, but who made them so hateful? It was our emperor of the Later Qin Dynasty and the officials of the Later Qin Dynasty, who allowed these clowns to be so arrogant."
Speaking of this, Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu deeply: "Qin Ziyu, you can hate