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Twenty dollars is also money, how good it is to keep it in your pocket, why waste it. ”

Jason and Owen were momentarily speechless.

Gabriel said, "It turns out that you don't think the little boss can win this game." ”

"You know, they're cowboys who have a lot of experience riding horses, and I think it's going to be tough for him to win.

Although the skills of the small boss are also very good, it depends on who is at least much better than me, but ......"

Han Xuan is not far away, but his ears are still very good.

For Secretary Dawson, who is getting older and more handsome and mature, he raised his middle finger.

"I'm not deaf yet!

It's better not to bet!Otherwise, my racecourse will lose money to you, and I will finally make a big profit!"

Hearing this, George's bodyguard, who knew his character very well, quietly took out money from his pocket, counted out three 100-dollar US knives, which happened to be the maximum amount allowed to bet, and said to Dawson:

"I don't know why, but I feel like the little boss is very confident.

He's not an arrogant person, so help me with the bets......"

And Dawson always thinks that Han Xuan is a dead duck with a hard mouth.

The money was just a drop in the bucket for them, and they didn't care about it, so after asking the other bodyguards, they took the money to bet......

The second race also ended quickly, and Han Xuan rode Old Patton's black quart horse and trotted towards the starting point.

At the start position at the other end of the runway, Anderson and three other cowboys were ready.

He saw Han Xuan coming slowly on horseback, took off the wide-brimmed cowboy hat on his head, laughed and said, "Are you ready to eat ashes after me?!"

We've already discussed it, and we won't let you go today!"

"How come you're dressed like Woody, the cowboy in Toy Story?"

Han Xuan was not to be outdone when he heard this, and opened his mouth to mock Anderson's dress.

Today's cowboys' dressing style, although it still retains the style of the past, few people wear clothes like him.

The people around looked at Anderson and laughed!

I didn't notice it just now, but now I was reminded by Han Xuan to find out, doesn't he look like Woody?

Anderson's face was not so thin, and at this moment, he was holding a horsewhip and pointed at Han Xuan and joked: "Very good, you have successfully provoked me."

I'll show you later, what is called inhumane abuse, so that you don't dare to ride a horse from now on. ”

In the face of the "threat", Han Xuan spread out his hands indifferently, looked at the white horse of Old John under Anderson's crotch, half-jokingly and half-seriously, and said, "Don't laugh at me."

I've heard that Old John's horse is not very good-tempered, and if it stands still during the race, you will lose face. ”

"How is this possible, I have a good relationship with Bobo, it will listen to me. ”

Anderson patted the horse on the neck and leaned forward as if asking, "Is that right, Bobo?"

The white horse snorted, and when he looked at Han Xuan with big eyes, he heard him say, "Stand there and don't move......"

The referee was Alexander.

His job was milking Holstein's cows, which was done in the morning, and he had plenty of time in the afternoon to do the part-time job, shouting, "It's going to begin!"

Han, where's your horsewhip?"

Five horses were lined up, all four cowboys were holding whips, and only Han Xuan had empty hands and held the reins with both hands.

He turned his head and replied to Alexander, "No, I never use that thing when I ride a horse." ”

Alexander thought about it carefully, as if he hadn't seen him use it, anyway, he was here to have fun, and he didn't continue to take it seriously.

Walked to the side of the road, took out the flag from behind his waist, held it high, and shouted, "Ready...... Run!"

When he heard "go!", Han Xuan shook the reins.

The old horse received the order, understood what he was doing, and rushed forward.

He still had time to look back, and the scene almost made him laugh!

I saw Anderson, who was whipping the horse's buttocks, but the horse stood calmly, motionless no matter how it was driven.

Looking at its grinning, it seems to be very happy.

The ridicule of the surrounding audience suddenly sounded, and they heard the conversation between Anderson and Han Xuan just now, and they only thought that it was just a coincidence that Ma suddenly lost his temper.

Only Anderson's eyes widened, staring at Han Xuan's back in the dust, and muttered, "Oh my God, what the hell!"

What is he!elf!druid?!

I beg you, run, Bobo......"

The white horse, still motionless, wagged its tail leisurely......

On Han Xuan's side, he encountered a difficult opponent.

There was a guy who was in the lead from the start, and he rode very well, and the horse was very cooperative with the man, and it should be his own mount.

There was the sound of the wind whirring in my ears, and on this road full of dry dirt, I could only eat ashes after others.

Han Xuan tried his best to keep his body low, and every little reduction in resistance could make the horse run faster, and his body rose and fell rhythmically with the horse's running.

Old Barton's dark horse was very cooperative with him, and he ran hard, just like the deceased Labrador Old Pudding, and he was very much like the serious character of his master.

But he was quite old, and his form had slipped from his prime, and he was no match for the brown Quarter horse in his prime.

Han Xuan glanced ahead and was about to enter the corner.

Suffer in a straight sprint, and only by passing a good corner can you gain an advantage, otherwise it will be difficult to get the first place in this race.

On either side are low hills, and some people stand on them to watch, and the slopes are covered with alfalfa and wild grasses.

Halfway through the journey, Han Xuan and the rider in yellow short sleeves were only about one and a half horses apart, and the remaining two had already been thrown out six or seven meters.

People didn't expect that Han Xuan's technology was really good.

first applauded, and then reacted that he didn't bet on him, regretted it, and hoped that he wouldn't win the championship.

Old John stood on the side of the road, and when he didn't see his horse coming, he wondered that Bobo shouldn't have run so slowly......

A game is a game.

The player who competed with Han Xuan for the first place did not let him think, blocking the way when passing the corner, not allowing him to overtake him.

Seeing that he was about to reach the finish line, Han Xuan was very anxious, the state of the horse is important during horse racing, but people are also very important, how well they play depends on how the rider commands.

After a few small corners in a row, I never found a chance to overtake the opponent.

The difference between the two was only half a horse's body, and after the bend was a straight sprint, it was even more disadvantaged.

The black Quartma also sensed Han Xuan's emotions.

It kept running forward, almost to the limit of its body, and its abdomen was panting like a bellows.

At this moment, Han Xuan noticed that his horse suddenly turned his head sideways, and then ...... He opened his mouth wide on the tail of the horse in front of him and bit hard!

Han Xuan was almost stunned, he had never seen such a scene before, and took advantage of the pause of Zongma to quickly overtake.

The dark horse galloped all the way, and after crossing the finish line, he neighed triumphantly.

It doesn't seem to be as upright as Old Patton...... (To be continued.) )