Huang Fuzhi's answer was not beyond Pan Long's expectations.

He was silent, at first glance, he was hesitating, but in fact he was a choice.

He did not take the steps given to him by Pan Long as soon as possible, which means that he would not go down this step.

Many times, advance or retreat are actually the "first impression".

If the first step doesn't move, it won't move later.

He hesitated, that was his choice.

He chose to refuse.

Despite the price of this rejection, it may be the lives of all of them.

But Pan Long could understand.

Sometimes, there are some things that seem to have a choice, but in fact you don’t have a choice.

He was a human being in two lives, and the world was peaceful for one lifetime, and the sword was shining for another lifetime. He had encountered such a situation where he had no choice.

Looking at Huang Fuzhi's calm and determined eyes, he sighed softly and landed in front of Huang Fuzhi.

"Think about it again?" he advised with a gentle voice, "The swords and weapons are invisible."

"I'm already dead." Huang Fuzhi replied in a gentle and gentle voice, "The two hundred and forty-two people in our line are all dead."

"The dead are unconsidered; the dead are unrequited."

"You are still alive." Pan Long shook his head, "If your relatives and friends are still there, they will definitely not want you to do this."

"They are dead." Huang Fuzhi replied.

"The dead are gone."

"There is nothing 'already'." Huang Fuzhi's eyes were cold for a moment, and then a little illusory warmth rose.

He pointed to his chest: "They are here, they are always there."

He turned around and pointed at the knights behind him who stopped one after another.

A white dress is as snowy as a piece of clothing.

"Pan Guanfeng, Huang thank you for your kindness. But I can't let go, we can't let go." He said, "There is a way to live that can't let go. There is only one way to live that can't let go."

A smile without any pleasure appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Actually, we live... not happy. Perhaps death is happier for us."

Pan Long remained silent.

Huang Fuzhi bowed deeply to him, turned over and dismounted, led the horse past him, walked forward for a while, then got on the horse again, shouted "Driving", and ran towards Zengjiazhuang.

One by one, the knights came over like him, saluted Pan Long, dismounted, led the horse by, and then got on the horse and left.

It was like the gentle flowing water encountered the reefs in the river, and the long horses stopped beside Pan Long, separated, and then closed again and flowed forward.

Pan Long stood there, silent.

These Avengers have no choice, so why does he have it?

The Zeng family was defeated by him, and Zeng Yingqi was killed by him. If it weren't for his morning action, these people wouldn't have come, and there wouldn't be such a dispute.

But he didn't regret it.

He killed many people in this battle of the Zeng family, but even if he did it a hundred times, he would choose to kill these people.

Because they deserve to kill.

When copper coins are killed, they do not ask whether men, women, young or old, no matter whether the noble or inferior soldiers and civilians are, but only ask whether the person should be killed.

It should be killed, then you are not wrong!

No matter how serious the consequences there will be, no matter how many involvement there will be, the copper coins that are peaceful in the world will not retreat because of this.

There are some things that Pan Long can’t do, but a penny of heroes can do.

More than 200 people gradually passed by him, and finally the long team disappeared completely behind him.

Huang Fuzhi was silent and ran towards Zengjiazhuang.

Soon, he saw the half-ruins of Zengjiazhuang.

Many men, women, young and old, walked out of the ruins, stood on the road outside the city gate, holding weapons, and under the command of the remaining masters of the Zeng family, they were setting up a formation to fight.

He stared at the figures, most of which he didn't know, and occasionally one or two knew each of them, each of which made him hate them.

He took a deep breath and was about to shout forward when he suddenly felt a great crisis.

Looking up, the dull sky seemed to fall.

Fang Donghuan has been staying here. Seeing them here at this moment, he attacked without waiting for them to speak.

The old real man, who was over 200 years old, used his full strength. The true energy caused the roar of the heaven and earth, and turned into a huge palm print with a coverage area of ​​more than five miles, and took a photo at the group of white knights.

But this palm failed to fall.

Pan Long's figure suddenly appeared in front of Huang Fuzhi, raised his hand and slapped the sky.

A slightly smaller palm print floated from the ground, accompanied by the smoke and dust, and met the palm.

A roar was shaking, the woods, roads, ruins, crowds... everywhere.

The earth trembled, and the crowd panicked, whether full of hatred or angry, whether brave or cowardly, fell to the ground and stood unsteadily.

"Pan Long, are you going to stop me?" Fang Donghuan said in a deep voice, "I just gave you face and gave them a chance. But they didn't give you face!"

"How can we measure right and wrong with 'face'?" Pan Long replied loudly, "Even if the yamen decides a case, both parties must confront each other in person. Now that both parties are facing each other, why don't Senior Fang let them say it themselves?"

Fang Donghuan shook his head: "What's there to say about the things in the world?"

"But I want to say it!" Huang Fuzhi reluctantly got up and shouted in the direction of Zengjiazhuang, "I am the relic of the Huang family in western Liaoning. Fifty years ago, the Zeng family joined forces to attack Huangjiazhuang at night, killing more than a thousand people from the Huang family to 15. After fifty years, there are still three of these fifteen people left."

Two people who were as old as him and even older than him came to sit side by side with him.

Behind the three of them, there were some young people following.

"Today, we want to seek justice for our relatives!" Huang Fuzhi said loudly, "The blood debt is paid back!"

Without waiting for Fang Donghuan to answer, Pan Long said, "One sheep is also driven, and two sheep are also released. I will overthrow it and let them all finish it."

He gestured for a moment, and the Huang family retreated aside.

An old man with a huge scar on his face walked up to the front: "The old man's name is Luo Sheng, who runs an escort agency. Eight years ago, when I was escorting an escort, I had a few conversations with Zeng Ronghua of the Zeng family. When both sides started to fight, I broke one of his arm. Half a month later, I got the news that Zeng Ronghua and a group of people killed the fourteen family members of my family."

After saying that, he stepped aside.

Then someone stepped forward to explain the grudge between him and the Zeng family.

Everyone has a deep hatred for blood.

After they finished speaking like this, the sky became darker and the atmosphere became gloomy.

Everyone knows that today's bloody battle is inevitable.

These people came in mourning clothes, but they didn't plan to go back alive.

If they want to die, they will naturally drag their enemies to death.

When everyone finished speaking, it was already dark and the moon rose.

Today is May 18th, and the moon is not much worse than the full moon, making the ground bright.

The moonlight fell to the ground, like frost and snow.

I just don’t know if the frost and snow are moonlight or murderous intent?
Chapter completed!