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Zhao Qingyang didn't understand, and neither did Zhao Zhen.

The entire Zhao Family had been annihilated just like that. However, Zhao Zhen did not even know who his opponent was. Now that he had lost his ability to resist, Zhao Zhen felt angry and aggrieved just thinking about it.

He held his hands tightly on his stomach, as though that would be able to lessen the pain on his body. With bloodshot eyes, he stared at Feng Zhi and the others, and asked that question once again.

"You, who are you?"

When Feng Zhi heard this, her lips slowly raised into a smile. She first looked at Zhao Qingyang who was shaking at the corner of the wall to the point that it seemed like she was sifting through chaff, then replied Zhao Zhen's question out of kindness, "Family Head Zhao, our identities are something the Young Noble knows very well. However, he doesn't seem to be willing to tell Family Head Zhao!"

Zhao Zhen's heart skipped a beat.

He recalled that before the battle, he had asked about the identity of Feng Zhi and the rest. However, in the end, he was lightly informed about it by Zhao Qingyang.

Could it be …

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in his eyes. Even though he was severely injured, or even at the brink of death, Zhao Zhen's eyes were still a little frightening. At the very least, Zhao Qingyang was scared stiff.

Being glared at by Zhao Zhen, Zhao Qingyang also instantly collapsed.

How could he have expected things to turn out like this? He only wanted to keep these beautiful youths as his forbidden women, and after discovering that he and his subordinates couldn't do that, he thought of borrowing the clan's power.

He only wanted to use this opportunity to oppress her, but who would have thought that the final result would be so unbearable?

The experts of the Zhao Family were all dead. The only one still alive was his father, Zhao Zhen. More than half of his life had gone.

Without Zhao Zhen and the protection of the Zhao Family, Zhao Qingyang clearly knew that with the evil deeds he had done all these years, as long as he dared to take a step outside, countless people would jump out to eat his blood.

However, all of this was because of him!

Thinking of this, Zhao Qingyang felt regret.

However, no matter how much he regretted, the Zhao Family was finished. This would not change.

Tears instantly flowed out of Zhao Qingyang's dead fish eyes. He looked at Zhao Zhen with a face full of despair, and shouted loudly as he collapsed, "Father, they are the descendants of Feng Family. They are Feng Family people! "I don't want to, I don't want to either …"

After hearing the two words "Feng Family", Zhao Zhen, who was originally barely holding on, could no longer hold it in and vomited out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood turned into a bloody mist and the dim lighting shone upon it, illuminating the moving trajectory of the bloody mist clearly.

"You, you …"

Zhao Zhen pointed at Zhao Qingyang with trembling hands, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He wanted to angrily curse Zhao Qingyang. He wanted to capture this son of his, whom he doted on the most, and give him a good beating. He wanted to …

But in the end, he did not even have the time to say anything. A few streams of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and he stared with a pair of blood-red eyes as he swallowed his last breath.

The dignified Zhao Family's Family Head, the ruler of Qingyang City, had finally been angered to death by his own son.

This is truly …

As for Zhao Qingyang, when he saw Zhao Zhen's eyes fall to the ground, he was first extremely frightened. It was only after a long time that he finally realized what had happened. Then, with snot and tears streaming down his face, he crawled over to Zhao Zhen's side and reached out his trembling hand to gently push Zhao Zhen. "Father, Father …"

However, no matter how he shouted, Zhao Zhen did not move at all.

"Father!" Zhao Qingyang let out a lament in the end.

Such a life and death departure should have been extremely touching, but, in Feng Zhi's eyes, she felt it was laughable.

Without waiting for Zhao Qingyang to cry again, Feng Zhi raised her chin, "Sigh, Zhao Family's Young Master, you should know that your father is already dead, and you still angered him to death. So, quickly retract your broken gong throat."

Feng Zhi didn't feel that such a person was worth sympathizing with at all.

No matter how miserable the current situation was, Zhao Qingyang was the one who caused it. If that was the case, then whatever the consequences would be, he would have to swallow it all down himself.

Hearing Feng Zhi say "the young master of the Zhao Family", Zhao Qingyang laughed bitterly, "The young master of the Zhao Family, where is the Zhao Family, where is the young master …"

Then, he laughed a few times like a neurotic person.

From the looks of it, he seemed to have gone mad.

Feng Zhi did not care whether he was crazy or not, "Since you know the situation you are in, then I will give you a choice. If you have the courage to finish your own life, then I will leave your people with an intact corpse, and even mercifully dig a hole for you to bury.

After laughing coldly twice in the end, the threat in Feng Zhi's words couldn't be any clearer.

Zhao Qingyang froze when he heard that.

Of course he wasn't crazy, he was only thinking of whether or not he could let this ruthless female devil, who was Feng Zhi, off the hook.

However, from the looks of it, this was impossible.

Zhao Qingyang had clearly seen that the Zhao Family was gone and Zhao Zhen was dead. In the future, no one would be able to protect him. His fate could be imagined.

But even so, it was said that ants still lived on the sly, so how could he bear to die?

Therefore, he clenched his fists tightly and glared at Feng Zhi with a sinister look, "You evil woman, you will definitely die a horrible death!"

Feng Zhi did not mind Zhao Qingyang's curses at all.

She even smiled in a very good mood, "Do you know that I am happy to hear the curses of you defeated enemies? The more vicious the curses, the happier I am, because it means that I am the victor, that whoever goes against me will go to hell in front of me …"

When Zhao Qingyang heard this, his mouth went stiff, and the curses also stopped.

Feng Zhi curled her lips, "Since you don't want to curse anymore, then I was just happy when you did that. I'll give you another choice, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Zhao Qingyang's mouth trembled as he looked at Feng Zhi, and he was unable to say a single word for a long while.

Just as she was about to slap Zhao Qingyang with her palm, just as she was about to finish him off, she suddenly heard Long Yan's words.

"Don't dirty your hands."

The hand gently fell down.

Feng Zhi stretched her waist in an inappropriate manner. Just as Zhao Qingyang was about to go mad with joy because she had escaped, her hand suddenly formed a claw shape and grabbed towards Zhao Qingyang's direction.

That lump of mud like Zhao Qingyang was thrown far away into the street outside the Ru Guiju Inn.

"I heard that the young master of the Zhao Family has done many evil deeds. Is there a lot of people who wish to drink his blood and eat his flesh?" Please do as you please! " Feng Zhi said.