Prefect Feng saw this and felt a little proud. Then he looked around and saw a man in black clothes, with a pale face, who covered his mouth and coughed from time to time.
"It's you!"
The man in black said in panic: "Sir Feng, cough, how can I hit Master Feng, no, no! Cough cough" and then he coughed several times.
Prefect Feng said, "It's okay. I won't blame you. After all, it was my son who made the mistake first."
The man in black hesitated for a moment before saying, "Well... well, Master Feng, I'm weak, so I probably won't be able to use much strength."
Prefect Feng said, "It's okay, you don't have to show mercy." Although he said this, he was thinking in his heart, how much strength can a sickly person have? If you weren't weak, I wouldn't have picked on you.
However, no one saw the corner of the man in black's mouth slightly raised, and then quickly disappeared.
After choosing one, there was still one missing. After choosing several, they all kept shaking their heads and were so scared that they squeezed out of the crowd.
Prefect Feng was extremely proud. Who in Xuanyang City dared to offend him?
"I'll do it!" said a man in his twenties in the crowd.
When Prefect Feng heard this, his smug mood immediately turned sour and he looked towards the person who spoke.
"Sir Feng, how about I do it?" The man who spoke was tall and thin, and looked like a weak scholar.
Feng Zhifu said: "Okay, then it's you!"
After the person was chosen, Prefect Feng couldn't bear to see his son being beaten, so he sat back down.
When the onlookers saw that the people had been chosen, thousands of them gathered to watch the fun, forming a circle around the execution site.
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