"What's that?" "Acquaintances immediately became compliments.

    "No, it's a mastiff. ”

    "Mastiff peat." "Praise immediately collapsed.

    Everyone who was attracted by this exclamation began to look around the ground with their eyes for bricks, and they were going to kill you.

    Even Fu Gongzi, who was extremely depressed, wanted to take a knife and chop him alive, this countryman is a countryman, Lao Tzu's wounds are bloody, you still come to have fun, can you be a little plain?

    "No, I mean, it's not an ordinary mastiff, just now I sent a picture of it to an old friend in my Tibetan area, and he has confirmed it for me. The well-dressed middle-aged man who let out an exclamation was swept away by everyone's murderous gaze, shivered all over, and hurriedly explained.

    "Cheng Shao, can you tell me how old your dog is?" The middle-aged man didn't wait for anyone to ask, he asked Cheng Sheng first.

    "It's more than a year old, it was just a full moon when I brought it back, and now it's so big. Cheng Sheng proudly touched the thick hair of the tiger lying beside him.

    "Big fart? It's not an adult yet, okay, it's still a puppy, you actually use it to fight dogs, really, it's really ......" Hearing Cheng Sheng say this, the middle-aged man looked at the photo sent by the friend who has studied Tibetan mastiffs in his hand for decades, which was exactly the same as Huzi but a few sizes larger, and to everyone's surprise, he roared angrily at the triumphant Cheng family.

    Cheng Sheng yelled and touched his nose a little embarrassed, it seems, this is my dog, are you so excited to make Moss?

    "This is a war mastiff, and there is no mastiff in 10,000 Tibetan mastiffs, you look at this photo. Perhaps because he realized that he was a little too excited, the middle-aged man used Bluetooth to copy the photos in his mobile phone to everyone.

    The photo is a dog, a huge dog, a dog that anyone who can't forget Jì at a glance.

    The dog looked like a male teacher from Africa, and the folds on its neck, along with its mane, wrapped its face like a sunflower. But physically, it is completely different from lions, African male lions, due to geographical and climatic reasons, only have a small mane around the head and behind the knees, and this guy, the whole body is covered by thick and long hair, and the body looks more like a yak, strong and strong.

    Even Gao Ming looked at the photo and couldn't speak for a long time, with a yak-like physique, a lion-like head, a leopard-like curve, the black-haired guy in the photo, every muscle in the body outlines an almost perfect outline, which contains infinite power, looks like an arrow that can be thrown out of the string at any time, and every movement is like a feline ready to attack.

    But he knows very well that this is a canine, with a square head and small ears, long fur and a pendant, a short mouth and a very wide mouth, a straight back and a closed abdomen, and limbs as thick as pillars, which is a standard Tibetan mastiff from any angle. Moreover, this is not an ordinary Tibetan mastiff, the ordinary Tibetan mastiff is not so big, not so thick, not so fierce and resolute, it stands there, like an iron giant, full of royal domineering, that innate wildness makes it force the world to look at the world, majestically running on the grassland.

    It's just that this dog that looks awesome and can't do it has a hairy relationship with the tiger? From the analysis and comparison of the height of the trees and grass in the background in the photo, the dog's shoulder height is at least one meter two, and the tiger with a shoulder height of forty or fifty centimeters is simply a pet dog compared to it.

     Okay, it is indeed a pet dog now, Gao Ming turned around and swept the tiger who was holding the big head and looking at Cheng Sheng's mobile phone, and was helpless to determine his judgment.

     "Hehe, war mastiffs are different from other ordinary mastiffs, they are not considered adults until they are six years old, and more than a year old is only a juvenile for them, you look at its four legs, are they all gray and white, and the mane on the head is less than that of ordinary mastiffs?" The mouth is also very wide.

    These are the characteristics of this mastiff when it is young, it looks different from ordinary mastiffs, and as it grows older, it finally grows into the shape in the photo.

    War mastiff, in Tibet, is known as the king of mastiffs, known as the patron saint who can defeat wolves. It is estimated that the middle-aged man is rarely held by so many rich people and stars, and he proudly repeats the words of his friend in Tibet.

    "Boom"

    The crowd boiled at once, the mastiff dog standing proudly in the photo, not to mention its burly and ferocious figure, just look at its deep eyes, flashing before nightfall, such as the stars in the night, there is a kind of stunning magic, the fierce and domineering revealed in the eyes seems to be so unbeatable.

     makes people feel that the photo is not a dog, but a creature from prehistory, which can easily erase them.

    And this cute tiger, which bit the Caucasian dog to death but was a little ugly, turned out to be a puppy of this terrifying creature.

    "Haha, isn't that mastiff cub valuable?" Can it be sold for 100 million? Cheng Sheng smiled cheaply.

    So cheap that even Jin Dafu can't help but want to beat him, can you not show off like this? I just want to look up to the sky and sigh, this is a typical "Zhumen wine and meat stinky road with frozen bones", God is really blind, how can you let the rich win the jackpot, how can we "poor" live?

     Fortunately, he is not the only one who also hates the rich, and Mr. Gao.

    "Give me back the cigarette money." Gao Mingchong stretched out his hand to Cheng Dashao, who was extremely excited.

     This immediately wanted to cry, 100 million is a fart, this young man needs 2 million for a cigarette, that is the ruthless of the ruthless.

    Fu Heng lost his mind for a while, the legend of the mastiff He had heard those old experts who played mastiff said before, but no one took it too seriously, how could there be such a powerful dog in the world.

    But thinking of it, the ordinary mastiff that looked at it just now bit off the neck of the Caucasian dog, Fu Gongzi was already basically sure that this dog might be the war mastiff.

    Today, the loss is not unjust.

    "Today we admit defeat, Ninth Master, the money will arrive soon." "After all, Fu Gongzi is from everyone's background, but he can afford to put it down. As soon as I figured it out in my heart, I didn't wait for the so-called analysis report to come out, which would only be more ridiculous and generous.

     nodded at Gao Ming again, "Teacher Gao, I have a feeling that we will meet again soon." ”

    After speaking, without waiting for Gao Ming to answer, he turned around and left with a dejected brain-dead little brother with tears in his eyes. The ease of turning around, there is no frustration of just losing 16 million, and the demeanor of the noble son of the capital is clear at a glance, and it is difficult not to make people feel a little heartfelt appreciation.

    Nima, of course he has a demeanor, and the money is Lao Tzu's good. The big-faced man is a savage man who calculates accounts at this moment.

     Unfortunately, no matter whether Fu Gongzi is intentional or unintentional, for those who are more handsome and more personable than themselves, Mr. Gao will never have the spirit of sympathy.

    He usually just brings people back to reality.

    "Who pays for my half cigarette?" Do you have to pay it back next time? Gao Ming muttered, his voice was not loud or small, just enough for Fu Gongzi, who turned around in a dashing manner, to hear clearly.

    'nbsp's feet slipped, and Mr. Fu almost lost his foot.

    &

    Millions of cigarette butts...... Those who don't run are stupid.

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