Wang Pengyu patted the wolf king's back with a wooden knife, and smiled and said, "What a fierce thing? If you don't have any medical treatment, your legs will be ruined."

The wolf king wanted to struggle to escape, but his butt had not yet stood up, but his butt collapsed again, grinning in pain, and his throat couldn't help but wailing.

Wang Pengyu frowned and said, "Big Black Dog, seeing that you are hurting very hard, I dare not touch you. Don't move around yourself, so as not to aggravate your injuries. I will go back and find someone to help you heal and wait for me."

Regardless of whether the Wolf King understood or not, Wang Pengyu finished speaking and swung his wooden knife and ran to the house quickly. Before he could get home, he found dozens of strong men gathered in front of his yard. He couldn't help but be stunned, thinking, why are these people running to my house for?

Worried that something was wrong at home, he hurriedly ran back, crossed the crowd, entered his own yard, and saw an old man saluting to Wang Zhong, "I'd like to ask Brother Wang to accept these disciples and teach them how to learn martial arts. With the ability, I can fight against bandits in the future."

Wang Zhong said helplessly with a crutch: "Old sir, it's not that I don't want to teach everyone martial arts, but my leg injury has not healed, so I can't teach you. Otherwise, everyone might as well go back first and wait until my leg injury heals before coming back?"

Wang Pengyu thought to himself that he was here to learn the arts. With these people there, he would not have to find someone himself, so he ran to Wang Zhong, lay on Wang Zhong's ears, and told him about the discovery of many dead dogs on the ridge.

Wang Zhong frowned when he heard this, thinking that Xiaoyu is a child who is honest and will not lie. There are only a few dozen families in Murakami, and it is impossible for him to raise so many dogs.

When Wang Zhong thought of this, his eyes suddenly shone. Since it was not a dog, it was a wolf. Xiaoyu had never seen what a wolf looked like before, so he mistakenly thought it was a dog. If so many wolves really came here, it would be a good thing, but how did these wolves die?

Thinking of this, my back suddenly became cold. Could it be that those experts from Fang Wai took action and killed the group of wolves? This also explains the reason why they only kill but not take them away.

After all, Wang Zhong was so worldly, he guessed it.

There should be no danger in picking up the dead wolf. It just so happened that the village encountered bandits and had not yet recovered its vitality. These dead wolf skinned the wolf and should be able to sell it for a lot of money and can help everyone.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhong looked at the old man and said, "Old sir, Xiaoyu just went to the ridge and found many dead wolves, dozens of them. He quickly called these young people to go to the ridge to take a look, and then transported these dead wolves back. After stripping the wolf skin, he could also sell some money and exchange some food for everyone. It is important to overcome this difficult situation.

Dozens of wolves died for no reason, and the old man was a little skeptical for a moment. However, since wild wolves appeared, it was related to the safety of the whole village and had to be taken seriously.

So the old man went out and said to dozens of big men outside, "Everyone immediately brings wooden sticks and ropes and go with me to fight wolves on the ridge."

Wang Pengyu ran over and said with a smile: "I'll lead the way for everyone." As he said that, he was holding a wooden knife in his hand and was about to take the lead in running outside the village.

But Hu Xiulan grabbed him and said, "I've been crazy for a day, and I don't know how to eat. Wild wolf is so dangerous. Why are you going to do it?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Mrs. Let the young master go. The wolf is dead. In addition, there are so many people, there is no problem with safety. Besides, there is such a large area on the ridge, and if the young master doesn't lead the way, everyone can't find any place."

Hu Xiulan hurriedly said, "You have to eat anywhere before going."

When Wang Pengyu heard about eating, his stomach was rumbling. He hurriedly turned around and ran into the kitchen, touched a few steamed buns and ran out and said, "I'll eat it while walking."

Hu Xiulan wanted to stop her again, but Wang Pengyu had already run out of the yard and took everyone away. He sighed helplessly and said, "This child."

Wang Pengyu stuffed a steamed bun in his mouth, and his words were a little vague. The old man didn't ask too much, so he had to take everyone behind him, and no one was going to prepare ropes and sticks. Wang Pengyu didn't care. He ran hard in front and threw these big men behind his head, and had to stop and wait for everyone.

It took a five-mile journey, but it didn't take long to run to the ridge. Wang Pengyu was afraid that everyone would not see him, so he held up the wooden knife and rushed to the southeast direction, directly to the wolf king, and reached the steamed bun left in his hand to the wolf king's mouth and said, "Big black dog, you're hungry, you can eat this."

The wolf king also has self-esteem. When he saw the light in his eyes when he saw the food, he was called a big black dog by the child in front of him, he immediately showed a fierce look. He opened his mouth, his exposed tongue and white fangs bit Wang Pengyu's arm in one bite.

Wang Pengyu was prepared for a long time and shrank his hand and said, "I knew you wanted to bite me."

The wolf king bit the empty mouth, but injured his tongue and screamed in pain.

Wang Pengyu patted the wolf king's head with a wooden knife, stared at the eyes, and said fiercely: "If you dare to commit crimes again, I will chop you up with a knife, and let you cut off your skin and eat meat like those dead dogs lying down, do you believe it?"

As he said that, he put the steamed bun on the tip of a knife and picked it up, "Eat it."

The Wolf King was also anxious and bit the bun and swallowed it directly into his stomach. Just as the Wolf King raised his head, Wang Pengyu's eyes were sharp and he found that there was a book in the crack of the rock blocked by the Wolf King's head.

Wang Pengyu was afraid that the wolf king would bite him, so he didn't dare to get too close. In an anxious moment, the big men had already come over. He saw the corpses of wolves lying on the ground. He was very happy for a moment, and he carried them with his hands and shoulders, and was busy transporting them to the village.

The old man walked around Wang Pengyu, looked at the injured wolf king and frowned: "The wolf is cruel and cannot keep it alive. If you kill all of them, you will save the harm of the villagers in the future."

As soon as the words were finished, the wolf king, who had originally calmed down, suddenly showed a fierce look. He bared his fangs, exposed his scarlet wolf tongue, and stared at the old man.

The old man pointed at the wolf king and said, "I'm right, it's hard to change my ferocity." As he said that, he turned around and looked at the big man on the side and said, "Come here, there is a wounded wolf here, hurry up and beat him to death."

After hearing this, a big man took a wooden stick and walked over. He arrived at the wolf king and raised the wooden stick and was about to start.

The wolf king suddenly put away his fierce look, as if he knew his death was coming. He raised his head and let out a wail in the air. Then he put his head close to the ground, tilted his head, and looked silently at the wooden stick raised by the man, waiting for the stick to fall.

Wang Pengyu felt unbearable for a moment and forgot about the danger. He suddenly approached the Wolf King and protected the Wolf King and said, "No one is allowed to hurt Dahei."

The old man and the big man were no longer in a hurry to stop him, and hurriedly shouted: "Danger, leave quickly."

Wang Pengyu threw the wooden knife and hugged the wolf head and said, "Look at how pitiful Dahei is, when will it hurt me?"

After all, the Wolf King is a psychic creature. He can still distinguish who treats it well or who treats it badly. Otherwise, the woman in white and the little boy would not have had any effort to catch it. Now seeing Wang Pengyu protecting him, he felt the hope of life, so he raised his head and shook his tail.

When the old man saw that the wolf king who had just shown his fierce appearance did not hurt Wang Pengyu, he felt relieved. When he saw Wang Pengyu desperately protecting the wolf king, he frowned and said, "Xiaoyu, the wild wolf is cruel after all. It is too dangerous for you to get close to him like this. Otherwise, we will tie it up so that it cannot hurt others. Let's carry it back to the Wang house. What should you do with your grandfather, brother Wang?"

Seeing that the old man didn't mention beating the wolf king to death, Wang Pengyu felt relieved and nodded and said, "Okay grandpa, Xiaoyu listens to you."
Chapter completed!