silence.

There was a long silence.

Zhao Mingyang and Er Shengtian were both looking at Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu didn’t know who to look at...

They had no doubt about Zhong Ziqi's words.

On the understanding of demonic warriors.

No one in Kyushu can surpass Zhong Ziqi.

Zhong Ziqi had no reason to deceive them.

Jiuzhou is so big that the Demon Dao Feitian cannot move out with a palm.

And the demonic path Feitian is active here in the northwest of Yanxi.

Li Zheng is the only one!

Zhang Chu actually wanted to ask Zhong Ziqi if he could see anything else from the scene.

For example, why did Li Zheng kill Nangong Wudi?

Another example is, when Li Zheng killed these family warriors of the Nangong family, why didn't he devour their spirits...

He still firmly believes that Li Zheng is not a mad dog.

Li Zheng would not kill without reason. He always had a reason for killing.

No matter how absurd and senseless the reason is, is it just because Nangong Wudi glanced at Li Zheng one more time in the crowd?

There has to be a reason.

Based on Zhong Ziqi's understanding of demonic practice, he could definitely tell that there were many things that the three of them could not see.

But in the end, Zhang Chu did not ask these questions.

Li Zheng has already killed the man.

The person is already dead.

What's the use of asking these questions?

What's the use of knowing this anymore?

The dead will never come back to life.

Sin can never be eliminated.

Quite a while.

Zhao Mingyang asked softly: "Is your brother about to lose control?"

They are a group of people standing at the top of the world of Jiuzhou.

I will not be like those ignorant men and women who talk about the devil and treat the devil like a tiger.

Otherwise, they would not be able to eat at the same table, drink at the same table, and have the same affection as Zhong Ziqi, who is the most powerful magician in Kyushu.

But this is only limited to demonic warriors who can control their own demonic will.

And the demonic warrior controlled by his own demonic intention...

Remove it.

This is the greatest kindness to the common people!

This is the responsibility of every righteous warrior.

Naturally, it is also the responsibility of the leader of the major alliance!

Zhang Chu shook his head blankly, indicating that he was unclear about Li Zheng's current situation.

He had foreseen that Li Zheng might be completely possessed by the devil and become a killing weapon one day.

But subconsciously, he just hoped that this day would never come.

Er Shengtian looked at Zhang Chu's expression and said hesitantly: "Otherwise, Lao Ba and I will handle this matter..."

Zhao Mingyang also nodded: "We brothers, there is no need to force it."

According to their division of labor when preparing for the major league.

The northwestern rivers and lakes of Yanxi were managed by Zhang Chu.

However, it would be too cruel to let Zhang Chu handle this matter.

When Zhang Chu heard this, he shook his head without any hesitation and said: "I appreciate the kindness of the two brothers, but I still teach my brothers myself..."

When Zhao Mingyang and Er Shengtian heard this, they didn't know what Zhang Chu was thinking, and they all sighed softly.

"If something cannot be done, don't force it."

Er Shengtian said softly.

Zhao Mingyang also nodded and said, "That's what I mean too."

Zhang Chu was deeply touched that his two brothers were tolerant of him. He solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, brothers, I will handle it well!"

After saying this, he turned his eyes to Zhong Ziqi.

Zhong Ziqi hesitated for a moment and said: "The blue sea has no limit, and a boat can cross it."

Zhang Churuo raised his hand with understanding and said: "Brother Qi, please teach me, what is Zhouji?"

Zhong Ziqi stretched out his hand, turned around between the three of them, and said seriously: "You are my boat."

As soon as the words fell, the three of them were stunned at the same time, feeling greatly moved in their hearts.

If this boring gourd suddenly stirs up emotion, it will be much more violent than any sad poem.

…

Xuanbei Prefecture, Xuanling County.

A team of 100 elite riders rode across the desolate frozen land.

A large Xuanwu flag with a white background and black stripes was fluttering in the wind among them.

The unkempt and ferocious heads tied to the horse's back sprinkled drops of bright red blood along the way, drawing out dazzling ink marks on the yellowing frozen soil.

"Master Liu, right in front of you is Wangjiatun."

Among the fine riders, someone shouted.

Standing under the banner of Xuanwu and wearing school captain's armor, hundreds of burly households looked up and found a group of dilapidated houses among the undulating hills.

"According to the original plan, we will rest in the camp for an hour and then fight again!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

When the knights heard this, they responded cheerfully and loudly.

"drive!"

"drive!"

The knights galloped on their horses, but it took only a cup of tea to reach the outside of Wangjiatun.

There was silence among the dilapidated houses.

It was midday, and there was no smoke in the village, and there was no sound of cattle or sheep.

It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

The knights dismounted and led their horses into the camp.

Go all the way.

Watch all the way.

You can see traces of smoke and fire everywhere among the ruins and broken walls.

they know.

This was caused by setting fire to it when it was plundered by the northern barbarians.

Such a village.

During the years of the Northern Expedition, they had seen too much.

But that was in the four northern counties.

However, this time, they went all the way north from Taiping Pass.

I have seen too many abandoned villages like this.

Four years of Northern Expedition.

The four southern counties were never invaded by the Northern Barbarians.
To be continued...