Gao Ming was smoking a cigarette leisurely and watching the two dogs engage in track and field races, or the kind of switchback running, and some people over there were not happy.

    "Hey, what's the matter with your dog, you can't fight, how can you hide hard." The big-faced man shouted at Gao Ming.

    "You have the ability, you go up, I promise, Huzi will never run." The corners of Gao Ming's mouth rose and replied leisurely.

     "You" almost didn't make the big face half male, Nima, get in with you, you don't have to run. Secretly gritted his teeth, if he has a chance to run into this bastard in the future, he must be beaten without knowing his fucking people.

    Then he really thought wrong, he wanted to change Gao Ming to go in, and the momentum was slightly revealed, and the Caucasian dog really didn't dare to blow up the thorns. They are all the strong and the strong, and the animals are obviously simpler than humans.

    What's even more wrong is that if he wants to PK with Gao Ming with a small body like him, I'm afraid, a hundred is not enough to see. Gao Ming's mother, who has never seen him, doesn't know if Gao Ming knows it, but if his face is a few laps bigger, his mother probably won't want to recognize him even if she can recognize him, mom, did you eat too much "Sanlu" milk powder when you were a child?

    "It's a little wrong, you say that if the dog is scared, doesn't it want to run out? Why does this dog seem to be playing? You see, it's not scared at all. "Someone finally noticed something unusual about it.

    Everyone is so confident that this is indeed the case, as the saying goes, you run away with your tail between your legs, which means that dogs will hold their tails when they are afraid.

    But the tiger's tail in the field has always been erect, and the honest dog's face has squinted his eyes, and from time to time when the Caucasian dog turns around, he squats on the ground and sticks out his tongue, as if with a sense similar to human banter.

    "Haha, it's fun, this game is interesting, even if you don't win money, you can get it." ”

    "Yes, yes, come on, little mastiff, run to death." "When the mood is relaxed, some people follow suit.

    It's just that these words can offend both sides of the dog fight. Cheng Sheng and Huang Xingzu both glared at this product, how could they speak? The two sons can strangle you, a little tyrant, to death in minutes.

    Under the shame and anger, the big-faced man grabbed the iron railing and shouted to the Caucasian dogs in the field: "Jack, come on, bite it, catch up, bite it!" ”

The Caucasian dog is famous because of its huge size, thick fur and thick skin, and its strength is a few points greater than the largest Tibetan mastiff produced in China, but the speed is its shortcoming, and it really can't be complimented.

    Especially in front of the flexible fox-like tiger, it is like a big stupid bear that has been molested.

    Don't look at the size of the tiger is not small, but the speed is like lightning, and it is specially waiting for the moment when the Caucasian dog pounces on it, and then it flashes to the side flexibly, and sees the Caucasian dog and the iron railing collide, and whines twice to express their joy.

    This also made the Caucasian dog become more and more manic, roaring again and again, constantly jumping, the big mouth opened and closed from time to time, and the sound of teeth hitting after biting the empty was a chill in the hearts of everyone outside the field.

    "Huzi, come on, stop playing, if you drag it out, the smoke will be out of your share." "Gao Ming's refueling method is obviously different from that of his opponent, and he uses a temptation and incentive system.

    It's just that his words sound a little weird, I've heard of monkeys learning to smoke, when did dogs start to get better? Is the cigarette in the nostril?

    But it turns out that the tiger who is still running and dodging obviously understands Gao Ming's words, and when the Caucasian dog turns around again, it actually gives up the trick of keeping going around in circles just now, and pounces on the opponent without hesitation.

    This scene made the big-faced man behind the iron railing very excited, "Jack, bite it to death, tear it ......"

    It wasn't that Huang Xingzu Huang Young Master wanted to drag out the sound, but that the subsequent scene made him unbelievably stuck the excitement he wanted to express below in his throat, and he was not stuck at that time, it was the result of a few puffs of green smoke coming out of his ancestral grave.

    Fu Heng didn't lose his temper to yell, but his face was so blue that he almost didn't crush the mobile phone that he had just taken out of his hand and was about to take a photo to commemorate his Caucasian dog's imminent victory.

    However, obviously his hand strength still needs to be exercised, the little Apple metal shell mobile phone is quite sturdy, although he was pinched and blown up, but he is still working faithfully, and he can continue to take pictures.

    The audience was collectively silent, and it only took a second for the shape on the field to be completely reversed, which is more fairy tale than a fairy tale.

    The counterattack of the sling silk was so gorgeous, and the "tall and strong" in the dog fighting that had always had the upper hand was killed in such an instant.

    That's right, it's a spike, and Huzi didn't take more than a second at all.

    With the pounce of the Caucasian dog, the tiger let out an unprecedented roar from his mouth, low and powerful, as if reminiscent of the tiger roar in the forest on TV, which made the onlookers feel a chill.

    I saw it rush to the side of the Caucasian dog like lightning, facing Jack, who immediately pounced on the body, with its wide mouth open, revealing some of its fangs, tilting its head, and biting the throat of the Caucasian dog.

    Then, the broad head swung violently.

     And then, and then there was no then.

    Caucasian dog fell to the ground with a bang, smashing the floor so that blood gushed out of his throat, and he didn't even move his legs, and died.

    And Huzi's mouth spit out a long strip of bloody flesh.

    That's clearly a length of pipe.

    The whole audience is calm, the not very big body of the hybrid Tibetan mastiff actually contains such a terrifying power, you know, the Caucasian dog skin is thick and thick, even if it is with a knife, it is difficult to pierce it, but this hybrid Tibetan mastiff only uses one mouthful.

    This bite force is comparable to that of a tiger in a forest.

    It stands to reason that no matter who you are, as long as you defeat your strong opponent, you must always look around to show your bravery. This is the instinct of male creatures.

    But Huzi didn't have the self-realization of a victor at all, and he didn't look at the large circle of stunned spectators around him, and ran straight to Gao Ming, who was smoking.

    Gao Ming took a sharp breath and spewed a cloud of smoke at the addict-looking tiger.

    Huzi sucked his nose and sucked away all the smoke that didn't pull at all.

     "Haha, Huzi, good job, I'll reward you with another one later, oops, don't lick me, mouth full of blood, gargle first." Cheng Sheng was happy, patting the big head of the tiger who was concentrating on "smoking" through the railing and promised, the tiger excitedly stretched out his tongue that was still stained with blood to lick it, Cheng Sheng quickly dodged it.

    Everyone was collectively speechless, it turned out that the main business of the Cheng family was tobacco, looking at this family, even with dogs, they were all addicts.

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