The third lady looked at the beard and said it so resolutely, even so arrogantly. She chuckled a few more times.

She shouted a few words to the servants and maids under her. Almost half of the people who surrounded us turned around and ran to the backyard, probably because of the lack of manpower, and a few maids followed.

For a while, the whole courtyard was a little deserted, and there were very few people left, and it would not be difficult for me and Beard to force a breakthrough at this time, but neither of my brothers had the intention of doing so.

We have two nonsense sentences without a sentence, and it can be seen from this that neither of us has taken dog training seriously.

The beard took advantage of the time and asked me, what does that mean, how many new dogs can be brought in after a bet of 50,000 rupees?

I pondered and held out two fingers. Beard grinned. I saw that he didn't answer, so I asked him again, "It's your turn, how many do you bet?"

The beard replied, and the hero saw the same thing. Then he stretched out two fingers.

But we both thought about the situation optimistically, and after about three or five minutes I heard a gurgling sound from the backyard, which was so dense that the two grimace mastiffs not far from us also screamed.

My heart tightened when I listened, and my beard scolded me even more, and said to me, "Damn, can't there be more than a dozen fucking dogs?"

We both looked in the direction of the backyard.

Soon, six family members appeared with seven dogs, one of whom was quite fierce, and dragged one with his left and right hands.

These are also grimace mastiffs, but compared to the two that are near us, the latecomers are not of the same size, at least half a head shorter.

These grimace mastiffs all end up coming together.

And the maids also went and returned, and they held two large leather pockets together.

The two large leather pockets were bulging, the zippers were not fastened, and in one place a large handful of rupees were exposed, which were worth a thousand faces.

That's a full nine million rupees, and when they see the money, the family and the rest of the maids present look at the leather pockets with more or less greedy or deterrent expressions.

Me and Beard didn't fall off the shelf like that. And we were more focused on the nine grimace mastiffs at this time.

I saw that there was a hint of hesitation in the beard, and I immediately asked him, "Can you still deal with nine dogs?"

The beard muttered, "Yes is yes, but there is also a verbosity!"

I asked him what the rambling was? Beard explained, "I didn't want to activate Pandora's Box, but now it's a pair of nines, and I can't do it without activating it." ”

I know how terrible it is after the beard transforms, but the problem is that after he transformed, he is almost in a state of non-recognition of his six relatives, and I am afraid that the situation will not be under control for a while, and the beard will not be agitated and kill the third lady or the governor's mansion.

Therefore, I persuaded the beard to say a few words, which means, so that he must be stable, and I will also give him a hand after a while, and my brothers will strive to use their existing strength to lock in the victory.

Beard still hesitated. At this moment the two leather pockets were carried to the small pavilion, and they were also put on the ground.

The third lady pointed to her leather pocket and muttered. Reiko translated, let the two of us go to check the money, if it's okay, let's start training the dog.

The mouths of those family members are not honest, at this time, some people took out a mocking posture, laughed at the two of us a few times, and some family members said cool words, that means, these two helpers really don't know the height of the sky, and they don't accept their lives anymore.

Beard didn't answer after listening to this, and I wanted to give Beard more time to think about it. I took advantage of the time and walked forward again, and came to the two leather pockets.

I crouched down, picked out a random wad of money, and fiddled with it.

The money is so new that I can smell the smell of a toddler ticket without even getting close.

At this time, Reiko and I were not too far away, and she whispered, "Why do you two bother?"

I guess she doesn't like us either. I didn't answer anything. Suddenly, the third lady shouted at the housekeepers who were dragging the dogs.

The servants took off all the chains that were tied to the dogs' necks.

The nine grimace mastiffs were all gathered together at once, and they were all hideous, looking at me and the beard.

I especially want to scold the third lady, and I said in my heart, this stinky girl, why didn't she give us two time to prepare?

After Beard saw the ghost-faced mastiff's move, his tangled expression was gone, and he was definitely a little anxious.

He didn't think much of it, and immediately put the ring against his head.

Beard didn't want the people in the Governor's Mansion to know the secret of the ring, and in order to cover up the existence of the ring, he stomped his feet fiercely at this moment, and his body trembled.

This posture is cold, and it looks a bit like a ghost.

Whether it was the third lady, or those housekeepers and maids, they were really shocked by the beard's behavior.

They all looked at the beard in a daze, and as for the nine dogs, they didn't rush over now, except for the roaring of the dogs.

I saw that the expression of the beard was getting more and more weird, and I secretly said to myself. But his Pandora has already opened, and I can't stop it even if I want to.

I didn't make it up to my beard for a while, and I didn't make it up. I'm a little embarrassed.

But I can't say why, and all of a sudden, a thought popped up to me.

The thought told me that before the beard was fully transformed, I quickly slipped behind the beard and did something.

I suspect it's clawed again. I didn't understand the meaning of the claw, and I was a little confused, but the thought of the claw became stronger and stronger, and even affected me eventually.

I couldn't control myself and ran out of the way. I slipped behind my beard almost as fast as I could.

The moment I approached the beard, he noticed me, especially as he stared at me coldly with his bulb-like eyes, and he thumped me the chest.

I was a little hairy in my heart, but the beard just did that, and didn't do anything else.

I came behind the beard and stared at his back, and suddenly I made a move.

I was completely commanded by that thought, and these two hands beckoned to the back of the beard's head, neck, and back.

I also had an idea of how strong I could do it, and I even broke out in a cold sweat because of it.

This series of points, to put it bluntly, is the rhythm of the dead hand, once when I poked the big hole in the back of the beard's heart, I also heard a click.

My whole heart fell to the bottom, and as for the beard, he snorted miserably from time to time, and when I stopped it, his whole body was weak, and he was completely paralyzed on the ground.

He rushed up to me, and I could see it clearly, and he rolled his eyes and drooled.

I froze for a moment, and the fucking thought in my head vanished again for a moment.

I crouched down beside my beard and shook him vigorously as I shouted his name.

The beard ignored me. The onlookers all laughed. Someone else said, "See, this is fucking garbage, a typical pit teammate, fighting in the nest!"

Some people shook their heads, took out a very positive posture and analyzed, "What is the name of this kid, it's really not authentic, for the sake of the nine million bounty, he first killed his brother who fought side by side! But with his shriveled appearance, can he eat this bite alone?"

In normal times, I promised to answer with my fists and tell these people to shut up, but now I don't care what these people say, because my mind is spread on my beard.

The largest of the nine grimace mastiffs, couldn't help it at this moment. It bent over, and like an arrow, it lunged at me.

When it runs, its whole face is hideous, and at first glance, it looks like a crying grimace doll.

I was stunned for a moment, but I quickly picked up a small wooden shield not far away, which was originally used to hold a leg of mutton.

I don't care if the little shield is greasy or not, I protect it by my side, and half-squat, ready to fight this grimace mastiff king.

I'm a little unconfident, think about it, if I lose my beard, I can deal with nine vicious dogs alone, especially if I don't have such a horizontal body, and I can't use the punctual points on the dogs, my whole person will become very passive.

I wondered if I would eventually be chased by these nine dogs and run all over the yard in tears.

And when the Grimace Mastiff King rushed closer, Beard sat up sharply.

It was so sudden that not only me and the onlookers, but even the grimacing mastiff king was taken aback.

The Grimace Mastiff King slammed on the brakes. The beard looked around first, and then turned his head to look at me.

I could see from his eyes and expression that he was bearded, not an orangutan.

I thought to myself, what's going on?

I didn't have time to say anything to Beard, especially when Beard turned his head to look at the grimace mastiff king in the distance.

Beard wowed, and then, like a spring, he jumped up from the ground.

His next move, much like a zombie, was the kind of jumping and jumping, especially with his hands up.

The Grimace Mastiff took out a bewildered posture, but there was a ferocity in its bones, and it bared its teeth and rushed out again, trying to bite the lower body of the beard.

Beard scolded, "Brute!" The problem was that his pronunciation was a little slurred.

His beard was still like a spring, and he jumped to his feet, spreading his legs apart.

He definitely calculated the distance, and finally after he fell, his legs were firmly stuck on the dog's neck, and his beard was so tightly tightened that his legs were like this, this grimace mastiff king was like wearing a shackle, and it was not retreating, nor was it going in.

The grimace mastiff king was anxious, and he was twisting his body desperately.

The beard held his head high, and while roaring like an ape-man, he beat his chest twice.

When he beat his chest, he also made a thumping sound, and he had a fight with the snare drum. I thought to myself, looking at this stance, he was successful in his transformation, but he was also bearded.

Beard then didn't let go of the Grimace Mastiff King, and he leaned down again, wrapping his arms tightly around the Grimace Mastiff's thin waist.

The grimace mastiff king realized that something was wrong, and it became louder.

The beard accompanied by a shouting voice. This grimace mastiff king weighed one hundred and twenty or thirty pounds, but as soon as his beard was exerted, he actually lifted it lightly, and finally lifted it above his head.

The Grimace Mastiff crawled a little, it whined, and took out a posture of begging for mercy, but it was too late.

Beard snorted contemptuously and threw the Grimace Mastiff King to the ground......

(End of chapter)