You Mao glanced at the steamed bun that kept wagging his tail, his eyes were disdainful, and he thought to himself, how could such a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy be a qualified war dog? And when the staff brought out his war dog, a Brazilian mastiff with fierce eyes and a sturdy physique, You Mao felt that the victory and defeat had been decided.

At this time, the spectators outside the fence did not talk much, after all, Brazilian mastiffs are generally weaker than Chinese mastiffs, and authentic Chinese mastiffs have appeared in previous games, so this Xibei goods from Brazil did not receive welcome applause from others.

In fact, when Lei Mingyi forced You Mao to bet, You Mao didn't care much at first, after all, he had a lot of excellent quasi-military dogs in his hands, and he could win the championship of an ordinary dog fighting competition if he came out of any one, but he quickly changed his mind, he realized that the status of the Lei family behind Lei Mingyi in China was too high, in case this Lei Dashao took a walk around the family relationship, then he made a mastiff and played, and then he You Mao would also be played by him.

Therefore, You Mao finally found this Brazilian mastiff that is not inferior to the Chinese mastiff, which is already the most powerful war dog he can find in a short time, but now it seems that You Mao is a little funny, he was too worried at the beginning.

The Brazilian Mastiff and the steamed bun walked into the iron cage one after another, the former is obviously not the first time to participate in the dog fighting competition, for this kind of bloody iron cage has long been familiar, it stands quietly on the edge of the iron cage, a pair of fierce eyes staring at the beautiful yellow dog opposite.

The yellow-haired host motioned to You Mao and Lei Dashao to go to the war dog for pre-war guidance, and then quietly stepped aside.

You Mao squatted behind the Brazilian Mastiff when he heard this, and said something that could strongly stimulate the Brazilian Mastiff according to the 'instruction manual', and after a while, the Brazilian Mastiff's eyes were faintly red, and it was restless and restless walking around in place, just waiting for an order to pounce on it and tear the yellow dog apart.

On the other hand, Lei Mingyi looked helpless, he squatted next to the steamed bun, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that it didn't even look at himself, Lei Mingyi gritted his teeth and endured it. He wanted to have an inspirational cheering and cheering passion speech that can increase the combat effectiveness of steamed buns, but when he came to the end, he found that his mind was blank, Lei Mingyi smiled bitterly, he forgot that this was the first time he had a real dog fighting competition as a contestant, not to mention, to say this to a dog, it can understand?

Lei Mingyi even looked back at Li Mu, but found that the guy was even more nervous than himself, his eyes were wide open, staring at the Brazilian mastiff opposite, to paraphrase a common saying, if eyes can kill, that Brazilian mastiff would have died under Li Mu's eyes I don't know how many times.

It seems that Li Mu can't be counted on. Lei Mingyi thought so.

But at this time, the time for pre-war guidance was almost up, Huang Mao signaled the two sides to retreat slightly, Lei Mingyi looked at the steamed bun that was still unhurried and slowly wagging his tail, got up helplessly, and finally yelled violently: "Come on, steamed bun." But the steamed bun was so frightened that he forgot to continue wagging his tail.

After all, the Brazilian mastiff has been fighting for a long time, and when the steamed bun stopped wagging its tail, it rushed to the steamed bun like a sharp arrow.

You Mao smiled, Lei Mingyi opened his mouth wide to remind him but found that it was too late, Li Mu's heart jumped to his throat, and ten thousand regretful thoughts flashed in his heart.

But the steamed bun was still unhurried, it turned around for a long time, glanced at the Brazilian mastiff that was quickly approaching him, and then jumped lightly, and the golden hair fluttered back like catkins in the wind, and left the place in an instant.

The Brazilian mastiff only felt a flash of golden light in front of him, and the next moment, the yellow-haired dog was missing in front of him. It busily used its front hooves to support the ground, slowing down its speed so as not to crash into the iron cage.

"Woo." The Brazilian Mastiff turned his head ferociously and saw that the yellow dog had been standing where it had been, and that it was still wagging its tail.

The Brazilian Mastiff's eyes were red, and he bowed down, his whole body tense, and he was about to attack again.

At this time, the steamed bun was looking at Li Mu strangely, indeed, it really wanted to fight, but the premise was that the other party had to be like the previous shepherd dog with the blood of the polar white wolf, otherwise like the one in front of him, he couldn't even beat the five, and he was embarrassed to bully.

But Li Mu couldn't understand the dog's language, how did he know that the steamed bun was going to let him change his opponent, and under the language barrier, Li Mu was still in a high degree of nervousness, looking at the steamed bun fixedly, his eyes were full of anxiety.

Li Mu didn't understand the steamed bun, but the steamed bun seemed to understand Li Mu's eyes, and it finally lowered its tail and began to look at the big ugly dog in front of him.

The Brazilian Mastiff let out a low roar and launched another swift attack.

This time, the steamed bun did not dodge again, and the moment the Brazilian mastiff stepped out of the front hooves, the steamed bun also started in an instant, like a golden lightning, or a beautiful aurora, when the Brazilian mastiff was still a short distance from the center of the iron cage, the steamed bun had already rushed to its jaw.

A hint of horror flashed in the Brazilian mastiff's eyes, and it didn't even have time to think twice before it was knocked away by the steamed bun under such a fast run.

And it's not just crashing.

Mantou pressed his head against the jaw of the Brazilian Mastiff, but still did not slow down, and it rushed forward with the ugly dog for a distance, until it was only a meter away from the iron cage, and the steamed bun stopped violently.

But the Brazilian mastiff obviously does not have this ability, it was already lifted off the ground by the steamed bun, and now it is like Mars hitting the earth, fierce and embarrassed bombarded the iron cage, making a roar that resounded throughout the basement.

The Brazilian mastiff then stopped on the cage for three seconds before falling to the ground.

There was not even a little blood at the scene, but the steamed buns had already broken the Brazilian mastiff's internal organs, and it was definitely not alive.

Lei Mingyi looked at this scene blankly, surprise flashed in Li Mu's eyes, his mouth opened wide, he didn't know whether to rejoice or cheer, and the rest of the spectators were even more at a loss, what is the situation?

In fact, many spectators were just chatting and farting with their friends, and the next second, they heard a loud noise, and then looked back at the iron cage, and found that the Brazilian mastiff fell from the iron cage, and then did not stand up, and the yellow-haired dog stood in front of the Brazilian mastiff that could not get up, wagging its tail slowly, and the victory and defeat were so quickly divided.

"What just happened?"

"Who was firing a cannon just now, scared Lao Tzu to death."

"Hit your sister's cannon, I'll strangle it, god dog, it's too fierce!!"

"Damn, I'm taking drugs, this Nima is too fake."

"What's the situation, I didn't see it just now, brother, tell me carefully,, why did my girlfriend send a message at this time."

There was a discussion and quarrel outside the fence, and Lei Mingyi also had a frightened expression on his face inside the fence, but he was obviously more happy than surprised, and You Mao was just the opposite, he was really frightened.