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This is no ordinary run, but a catapult!

Wang Bo had never realized that the stubby limbs of the local tyrant Jin contained such terrifying energy, and they used to run together with a herd of wild horses, so he didn't care about this silk horse.

But now sitting on its back, the local tyrant Jin suddenly accelerated, like a sharp arrow - no, considering its five short statures, it was a cannonball fired!

Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons!

Poor old Wang didn't sit still, the horse didn't have a saddle and the horse's hair was smooth, he shouldn't have slapped the speed of the tyrant gold to speed it up, so the cannonball was fired, and under inertia, he stayed where he was......

As Wang Bo sighed, a loud bang appeared: 'Bang dang! ’

The strong man and Xiao Wang in the back subconsciously grinned, and they felt pain just by looking at it.

The local tyrant Jin who ran out ran back quickly, with a hairy face that was shorter than an ordinary horse, with a strong sense of innocence, it looked at Wang Bo lying on the ground and grinned, so he opened his mouth and licked it.

A face of saliva!

"Lao Tzubai washed his face," Lao Wang wanted to cry again without tears, but then he comforted himself, "It's okay, this horse's saliva doesn't taste good, it's all the fragrance of grass and trees, ahh......h

The last spit was because he was talking to himself, and the horse's saliva was dripping in his mouth.

Standing up with his waist, Wang Bo stretched out his hand and put his hand on the face of the local tyrant Jin, frankly speaking, the local tyrant Jin Wu's short figure is not good-looking, but its hairy face is relatively short from the front, so it has a feeling of being ugly and cute.

may be out of the psychology of whose children and relatives, he carefully looked at the local tyrant Jin and the dark horse king, although the dark horse king is handsome and chic, but it is not as cute and cute as his local tyrant Jin.

If you have a horse, you must have the supporting equipment, and Peterson is an expert in this regard, Wang Bo dealt with a few documents after work, and then called him to give him ideas to buy a saddle, water reins, etc.

Peterson smiled: "This job should be handed over to me, chief, you find a time, I will take you to my buddy to pick a few, I will invite you." ”

In the morning, Wang Bo had time, and Hani saw him go out, waved his hand, and said, "Hello, the most relaxed mayor in the history of New Zealand." Goodbye, the most comfortable mayor in New Zealand's history. ”

Wang Bo turned around and said, "Who do you call it?" Mr. Inspector, could you please find someone who is better than me to be the mayor and take a look? ”

Jokingly, he joined up with Peterson Sr., and the two drove towards Aocheng.

Old Peterson introduced him to the old man who nagged on the road: "I have known old Maxson since I was eight years old, eight years old, man!" When I first arrived, he called me a, and I beat him up. That guy was a rebellious boy, and later, he called me a, and I still cleaned him up with my fists......"

Driving to Aocheng, the old cowboy showed the way, and Wang Bo successfully found an old-fashioned store near the city center.

He looked at his surroundings and said, "I think I've been here before, and it feels familiar." ”

Peterson got out of the car and said, "Perhaps, I heard from the proprietress that you bought a dress at the Chinese clothing store here last time?" ”

Lao Wang searched carefully, and really found the Chinese clothing store, so he silently shut his mouth, it would be better if there was one less person who knew his road idiot.

This saddlery shop is called 'Max's Workshop', the shop is a wooden house, I don't know how many times I have brushed the protective paint, some places feel dry paint layer by layer, like a mille-feuille.

The doors of the shops are the kind of two small movable doors that are common in American westerns, and when people walk inside, the springs pull them back again, bringing a creaking sound.

Walking into the store, Wang Bo looked in and couldn't help but gasp.

This is really a serious harness shop, full of neat equestrian equipment, especially saddles, all hung on the wall, there are hundreds, all kinds of colors, especially fancy.

On the other side of the wall is hung the water reins, which are a tool on the horse's head, under the water reins is a neat shoe cabinet, on which are placed a lot of riding boots, large and small, men and women, some with shiny spurs, very pleasing to the eye.

There are counters in the store with cowboy hats, cowboy towels, horsewhips and even sabers, and Wang Bo knows that everything that cowboys can use, he can find here.

Walking into this store, he had a sense of time and space confusion for a moment, as if he had returned to the seventies or eighties, the posters on the wall were a little unpopular, they were all very old things, and the star Wang Bo on it did not know anyone......

However, some posters have movie titles, Wang Bo went over to look at them, and he knew that there were Red Dead Redemption, Golden Redemption and other dart trilogy, most of which he didn't know.

The shop was empty, and there was no one, and he scanned the posters on the wall, while old Peterson expertly walked into the counter, pulled out a drawer, took out the tobacco, stuffed it into the pipe, and smoked it beautifully.

As soon as the smoke cleared, a rough old voice rang out from the back room: "Fake, damn nigga, you're stealing my tobacco again!" Swear to God that I will purify the world of the Lord and I will smash your ass with an old gun! ”

This passage is quite rude, and as far as Wang Bo knows, if he said this to a young black man, then there must be a tragedy in this store.

Old Peterson was so disenchanted that he slammed the wooden cabinet and yelled, "Damn racism! All-pervasive racism! Maxson, you old donkey, come out and I'm going to teach you a good lesson. ”

An old man about his age walked out, tall and tall, with snow-white hair, and loose skin on his face, but walking in a tiger's step, his eyes like eagle's eyes, and his folds shone.

The old man, dressed as a cowboy and carrying a short knife at his waist, came out and met Peterson, both of whom were menacing, and then hugged each other fiercely, slapping each other on the back with a muffled sound like a drum.

Wang Bo grinned, this is their fight, right? Slap the back like this, and the bones of the body can almost be smashed to the backbone!

The old man was Maxson, and after they parted, he laughed and said, "Old nigger, you're getting darker, but you seem to have a lot of energy, damn it, it looks like you're going to die behind me." ”

Peterson smirked: "Of course, my old fellow, I said that I would die after you, and I would be your coffin bearer, so you should be kind to me, otherwise I will take the opportunity to fall him and make your sleep uncomfortable!" ”

Hearing his words, Maxson frowned: "Damn, that old witch is not wrong, some time ago I found an old gypsy witch to tell my fortune, and she said that I had a catastrophe when I was one hundred and fifty years old......"

"What's the matter, has the grave been gouged or is the bone being gnawed by rats?"

“****！ It was you who broke my bed! Ha ha! ”

(To be continued.) )