The task that was supposed to be not troublesome was messed up like this, and Henry, who didn't know how to explain it, was annoyed to death. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the other side, in a mountain col dozens of miles to the north, the people who stayed here were in agony.

For them, today is destined to be a day they will never forget.

Dozens of horribly dead corpses lay quietly on the grass, some without heads, some without arms, some without viscera, and some had their blood sucked dry and turned into horrible dried corpses.

These people are all residents of the plantation.

There are farmers, there are hired hands, there are handymen,

There are fathers, and sons, and brothers,

But now they are all dead, and they are thrown to the ground like slaughtered animals.

The sobs of sorrow rang from sunset to sunrise, and from sunrise to the present, and grief enveloped this col for a long time.

When the day finally dawned, the family members of the deceased climbed out of their shabby tents, their faces pale and desperate, they wiped their tears and carried their bodies onto the ox cart.

Ox carts pulled corpses one by one, and the convoy formed a long queue and slowly drove towards the manor.

Everyone was silent, no one spoke, no one cried, and in this quiet and desperate atmosphere, a terrible will was brewing.

There were 35 corpses in total, including four giant wolves with their heads cut out, but there was no leader, Blake Condon.

He's gone, why?

No one asked the question, but everyone had the same answer in their hearts.

At this time, they no longer cared whether the rumor was true or false, they only wanted revenge, and wanted to run to the manor and ask the woman sitting in the villa:

Why is it that all the people are there, but your son is gone?

Why is it that all the people are dead, but your son is alive?

……

The early morning sun shone through the curtains in the quiet room, and John, who had had no dreams all night, slowly opened his eyes.

In a daze, a peculiar smell reached the nostrils.

Fragrance?

Gardenia!

John was startled, then relaxed, stretched long, and smiled at Miss Witcher, who was sitting at the table not far away,

"Early in the morning, don't dress up, go to the man's bedroom, this is not the style of a lady."

Gretel glared at her fiercely, and didn't speak, just kept pouring tea into her mouth, and the anguish in her heart was all on her face.

John got up from the bed, swaggered to the table in his pajamas, and teased with a smile on his face,

"Why, after the crazy woman woke up last night, she couldn't even speak?"

"You ......"

Gretel's eyebrows furrowed, and the fire in her heart rushed up,

Damn bastards! Dare to tease me.

The witch clenched her fists, hatred in her eyes, and wanted to punch that hateful face.

"That's it!"

John waved his hand and said helplessly, "Say, you came to me early in the morning, it won't be just to see me change clothes!" ”

"Phew! Who likes to watch you change clothes. ”

"And what are you doing here?"

"I ...... I ......"

Gretel opened her mouth, suddenly became nervous, but she couldn't say anything when it came to her mouth, and after a moment of hesitation, she took out two pieces of paper from her arms and slapped them on the table,

The paper was opened, and one was painted with a beautiful candle flame and the other with an ugly chrysanthemum, which were the two works of the fourth competition last night.

John frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that?" You won't have to duel with me! ”

Gretel shook her head, took a deep breath and said,

"I lost, according to the bet, from now on, I will be your bodyguard and sparring partner until the end of the ten-day period."

"Hmm!" John was stunned, his face a little strange, "Are you sure you want to do this?" ”

"Of course, a bet is a promise, and if you lose, you have to fulfill it."

After saying this, the witch seemed to have figured out something, and her face began to firm.

"That's... All right! ”

John smiled, and he had an unexpected surprise early in the morning, but for the sake of caution, he still asked,

"Does your brother know about this decision?"

"He was the one who asked me to come."

Hearing this, John had no doubt and instructed the servant to prepare an extra breakfast, and after changing his clothes, he went out into the garden to practice the method of forging his body in the face of the rising sun.

Maybe it's because of my lack of qualifications, or maybe it's because of something else.

After practicing it more than a dozen times, he didn't feel any magic about this set of cultivation methods.

There is no clear ears and eyes and strong muscles in fantasy novels, nor is there any endogenous true qi and sound like a bell in martial arts novels, except for slightly rapid breathing and a few drops of stinky sweat on the forehead, there is nothing else.

At one point, he even suspected that he was the legendary "waste wood physique".

After a set of actions, John breathed a sigh of relief, and after seeing the witch hunter on the side, his heart moved, and he suddenly asked,

"What do you think of my moves?"

"The practice of the stinky knight! What else? Gretel pursed her lips and said with a disdainful face,

"Hmm!"

John was suddenly stunned, his eyes showed loneliness, and his brows wrinkled involuntarily,

Isn't this woman a witcher, how can she know the Templars' cultivation methods, and her tone seems to be very familiar, could it be that there is a secret in this?

Thinking of this, John's mind suddenly came alive, thought about it, and pretended to be cold and said,

"This set of moves is a secret method that has been passed down by the church for thousands of years, how can you, a little witcher, know the subtlety of this."

As soon as he finished saying this, Gretel's eyebrows immediately rose, glanced at him coldly, and scolded,

"A hillbilly who has never seen the world, take a piece of scrap iron as a treasure!"

"What do you mean?" John frowned and said unhappily, "Could it be that I made a mistake in practice." ”

"It's right, it's useless."

"Useless?" John's brow furrowed, and his face was ugly, and he asked, "I learned this at a great cost, how could it be useless." ”

Gretel pursed her lips, looking at John's serious face, and felt the urge to laugh,

Dead liars, there are times when you are unlucky.

The pleasant mood couldn't help but show in the tone, Gretel squinted her eyes and said unceremoniously,

"This set of forging methods lacks the most basic and important link, is it strange that it is useful?"

After saying that, the witch who was in a good mood turned around and left the garden directly,

Breakfast is over, who has the time to waste time with this stupid boy who has been deceived and doesn't know yet.

……

"The most basic and important part!"

After the witch left, John kept repeating this sentence, his eyes gradually became cold, no wonder he learned the method of forging the body, that did not say anything to the master and apprentice, and the dare was half-finished.

Grandma is a bear, and she actually tricked me.

John took a deep breath to calm down his restless mood, he looked up in the southeast direction, and said hatefully,

"Wait, sooner or later, turn your nest upside down."