As the saying goes, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, but for those things that can shock people to the point of jaw-dropping, even if there is only a small rumor, it will spread quickly in all directions with the momentum of wildfire. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The giant wolf died, killed by Master John.

As the news spread, the entire Condon Manor suddenly exploded.

Countless people came out of the house, with surprise on their faces, but even more incredulous, the always weak Young Master John actually killed the giant wolf.

Hehe! Is it April Fool's Day?

The man with good deeds grabbed the patrol who was spreading the news and asked with a suspicious expression,

"What did you just say, the eldest young master killed the giant wolf, is it really fake?"

"Of course it's true." The patrol said proudly, and the countless curious and even awe-inspiring glances along the way made him secretly refreshed, like a big man on the top, although he was only a messenger now,

"The corpse of the giant wolf is on the other side of the pasture, if you don't believe it, go and see it."

After speaking, he shook his head, held a shabby sounding microphone, and shouted as he ran.

Although the patrol swore to guarantee the authenticity of the news, most of them were still skeptical, and in line with the principle that seeing is believing and hearing is believing, they closed their homes, took up arms, and rushed to the pasture.

……

It's still in the hut, it's still the window, it's still the three family members snuggling together,

When this news came, Renault, who was already impatient, immediately broke free from his father's obstruction, walked to the kitchen, casually stuffed a few pieces of bread into his mouth, and was about to go out.

"Stinky boy, it's against you, stop me!"

Dad scolded angrily, but this time no matter how he threatened, Renaud turned a deaf ear and walked out wholeheartedly, he had already had enough, he could endure it for his wife and children in the first half of the night, and he could endure it for his father's family in the second half of the night, but now, he didn't want to endure it anymore, he just wanted to do what he could for himself and his friends.

……

Outside the main villa of Conton Manor, when the patrol brought the news here, Andrew's butler, who was watering the chrysanthemums, suddenly stiffened, his face became extremely terrifying, he threw down the kettle, strode towards the patrol who spread the news, grabbed him by the collar, and asked sharply,

"What do you say, who died?"

"Giant... The wolf is dead! ”

The patrolman swallowed and replied carefully,

The wolf is dead!

Hearing the news, Andrew was suddenly stunned, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, a pair of dark blue eyes kept flashing, and the terrible killing intent emanated from these eyes, like a raging tsunami that seemed to tear everything apart, the patrolman's face turned pale for a while, and his heart was nervous, until this moment, he didn't know that the always kind housekeeper was so terrible.

As if realizing that something was wrong with him, Andrew let go of his arm, his expression became calm, and asked,

"What about John Condon? How is he, is he dead? ”

The patrolman rubbed his aching throat and whispered,

"The eldest young master is still alive, just over there in the pasture."

After speaking, he glanced at the housekeeper carefully, lowered his head and walked away quickly.

……

In the small room behind the church, Father Doron sat in front of the window, quietly reading the "Three Chapters" of the Bible, but it was obvious that his attention was not on the books, and his eyes looked into the distance from time to time, faintly revealing an anxious look.

It wasn't long before the door was pushed open, and Mars, dressed as a peasant, walked in, beads of sweat on his face.

Before he could speak, the priest asked eagerly, "How is it?" ”

"The wolf is dead."

Hearing this, the priest's eyes widened and his face was full of shock, and he asked again uncertainly, "Are you sure the giant wolf is dead?" ”

"Yes!"

Mars nodded, looking somewhat strange, "I heard that he was killed by John Condon, and the body is still in the pasture." ”

John Condon, that cunning little liar, he wouldn't be calculating anything again!

Father Doron frowned, his expression was a little gloomy, his fingers tapped on the table, and gradually, an indescribable sense of panic suddenly came out of his heart, as if some great disaster was about to happen,

Is this the Father reminding me to be wary of that little liar?

The priest muttered to himself, thought for a moment, hooked his hand at Mars, and said,

"You go again and see what the hell that kid is going to do? Come back as soon as you have a problem,

Remember, be careful not to let him see you. ”

"Okay, I understand."

……

When the wolf died, the corpse was placed in the pasture, and it could be seen as soon as it passed.

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is no less than a meteorite rain once in decades, and people who get the news have walked out of their homes with their families and walked towards the pasture with anticipation and fear.

After only half an hour, the originally extremely desolate grassland became crowded, everyone pushed me, I pushed you, and they surged forward, hoping to see the legendary terrible creature up close, and before they knew it, the scene was on the verge of getting out of control, and Hank had to pick out some strong young men from the crowd of onlookers to maintain order, and expand the forbidden area to 30 meters.

But this can only maintain stability for a while, and it didn't take long for the scene to become chaotic again, and it was almost out of control for a while, but at this time, Master John, who had been sleeping leisurely in front of the public and in full view, finally woke up.

He rubbed his sore eyes, took out the kapok blocked in his ears, stood up and stretched for a long time, and in an instant, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and countless eyes gathered, some curious, some endless, some doubtful and reverent.

Different people have different ideas, but at the moment they are unified like never before, and there is only one question in their minds:

Who killed the wolf, isn't it you, John Condon?

The sudden quiet atmosphere made John very uncomfortable, and even stopped yawning halfway through, swept around, spread his hands, and asked with curiosity on his face,

"What's going on, why are there so many people?"

"Master John, these people are here for you, and you have made them wait so long."

The crowd parted, and the gloomy Butler Andrew walked up, his eyes fixed on the corpse of the giant wolf that had lost its life.

"For a long time?"

John's face was dazed, as if he had just woken up, and he turned to Hank, who was beside him, and asked,

"Mr. Hank, are they all waiting for me?"

"Yes!"

"How long?"

"Exactly 30 minutes!" Hank looked at his pocket watch and whispered,

"30 minutes! Well! It's been long enough. ”

John shook his head, bowed slightly to the people around him, and said apologetically,

"Neighbors, I'm really sorry, I had some trouble last night, I slept late, I didn't expect to wake up and make you wait so long, I'm really embarrassed."

"Young Master, you don't have to apologize to us, it should be us, but I know that you are big-hearted and will not care about the little things last night, and now I just want to take the liberty of asking you a question, did you really kill that giant wolf? If so, can you tell us about this legendary version of the experience? We all want to know. ”

A familiar voice sounded in the crowd, John turned his head, and when he saw Renault who kept waving his arms, he immediately smiled, this kid, is still a little eye-catching.

There is a contrast, there is a foil, and the double reed show will always attract people's attention more than the one-man show, and it can achieve the effect of propaganda better, but some people don't want this to happen.

Andrew circled around the corpse, and when he saw the almost smooth cut on the corpse's neck, his expression was sharp, and he exclaimed,

"Someone is lying that this giant wolf was not killed by John Condon at all."