"Let Third Brother make the decision."
Chen Gu said.
He understood why Feng Du had called him over this time.
"It wouldn't be convenient for me to deal with the people from your Chen Family. Besides, among the younger generation of your Chen Family, only Chen Yun is left."
Feng Du gave a strange smile and continued, "Or should I call him Chen Yin?"
Chen Gu's old face instantly flushed crimson.
"If he were killed, it would be tantamount to wiping out your Chen Family's direct bloodline."
Feng Du said, "I'll kill the few who made the move. As for Chen Yun, I won't touch him."
Chen Gu sensed trouble. He coughed and was just about to speak when Feng Du said, "But your family did incur this debt, after all. If I don't kill Chen Yun, I won't be able to get past it in my heart. And the reason I'm not killing him is because of you..."
"How about this? I'll give you two slaps, and you won't need to heal your injuries."
Feng Du said.
Chen Gu froze. "Third Brother, kill whoever you want. I have no objections."
"Still, slapping you is better."
"I really have no objections! How about I kill him myself?"
"Still, slapping you is better."
Feng Du said, "Shut up!"
Chen Gu: "..."
He only felt that his head and stomach were both about to explode. What does this have to do with me?
His descendants ten thousand years later had caused trouble, and he, their Old Ancestor, had to take two slaps?
But Feng Du put on an attitude that said, I don't care. This is how it's going to be.
Chen Gu had grievances he couldn't voice.
Sure enough, once they arrived at the Chen Family and gathered everyone, Chen Yun