"This ......"

Liao Laosan looked at Song Yan'er, who was gray-looking, and secretly glanced at Hong Fatman, who was busy falling into the well, even an unscrupulous profiteer like him couldn't stand it anymore, and kept muttering in his heart.

Could it be that Lao Tzu still looked away, the kid surnamed Bai was not Song Yan'er's little wolf dog, but an undercover agent invited by Hong Fatzi?

The acting is so good, the price is definitely not cheap! Liao Laosan secretly thought to himself.

On the other side, Song Yan'er fainted a little, leaning on the chair and couldn't speak, but the woman surnamed Zhang stopped doing it, and her voice was sharp and high-pitched: "No, we don't agree to choose that chicken!" Since it is Swallow's gamble, it should be Swallow's own choice! ”

Sensing the angry and hateful gazes of the two women looking at them like traitors, Bai Huang rolled his eyes.

A pair of mallets!

How could the druid's gaze when he chose his animal companion be something that mortals could guess?

This raccoon chicken in Liao Laosan's mouth......

Hehe, Bai Huang smiled and didn't say anything.

"Why, the two ladies just signed the agreement, and they plan not to admit it?"

Hong Fat Man was carried away by the loot that was about to arrive, and he didn't notice it at all, and an imperceptible cunning flashed in Bai Huang's eyes. He just stared at the two girls proudly, and there was obviously a trace of bad encouragement in his ill-intentioned eyes: "If you have the courage, you can regret it: "If you think so, then don't blame me for not being merciful." ”

He Hong Boss has nothing else, just banknotes and horses.

Things have come to this point, no matter what is said, it is superfluous! After Song Yan'er's face changed several times, she finally gritted her teeth and agreed to the request to compete immediately.

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Liao Laosan's hands and feet are very sharp, and he set up a cockfighting venue in two or three clicks.

Then he went into the yard next to him, took out a spirited fighting, and handed it over to the proud Hong Fat Man.

The two women looked at this scene coldly, and they had no strength to scold the street.

"Let's go!" After getting the well-prepared cockfight, Hong Fatzi couldn't wait to shout a few words, and put the bald-necked red-skinned Vietnamese chicken into the field.

Looking at the calm posture of this fighting with the style of a general, he was even more happy, and while throwing a cigarette to Liao Laosan in a good mood, he squeezed Song Yan'er hard: "How about it, Miss Song, look at my **, brother, isn't it very strong and majestic!" ”

At this time, Bai Huang held the raccoon chicken he chose and also stood on the sidelines.

"Go!" The druid let go suddenly, but he didn't expect the chicken to flutter, and the chicken paws clung to his sleeve, but he couldn't go down.

Song Yan'er was stunned, the shrew surnamed Zhang was stunned, and even Hong Fatzi was stunned.

After Bai Huang finally broke the chicken's paws and threw the chicken into the field, the opponent had just approached with his neck stalked, and the raccoon chicken was clucking and scurrying, panicking, as if he had encountered a devil entering the village. And its hoarse cry was as miserable as that of the white-haired girl, full of accusations against unscrupulous human beings.

"Hahaha!" When the fat man saw this scene, he held his stomach and laughed so hard that he almost sat on the ground: "I said Liao Laosan, you are really unkind, this kind of chicken is also harmful...... But I like it, hahahaha! ”

Liao Laosan's face turned red suddenly, and when he said this, he, the boss of the chicken, was not disgraceful. As for Song Yan'er, their faces were gloomy like a thunderstorm in June, and the black pressure could drip water.

Except for Bai Huang, no one present knew that he was being toyed with by a chicken.

On the field, Hong Fatzi's Vietnamese chicken is still in hot pursuit, and the hemp-colored raccoon chicken selected by Bai Huang is like a headless fly with a chrysanthemum bursting, scurrying around, and the embarrassed appearance is becoming more and more unbearable.

Song Yan'er couldn't stand it anymore, and leaned back on the chair again.

And Hong Fatzi pulled out a toothpick leisurely, smiled and picked up his yellow teeth.

Everyone thought that Hong Fatzi had won, and only Bai Huang was calm.

A group of idiots, embarrassed to say that they are playing cockfighting? Bai Huang really scoffed.

It would not be surprising if two fighting cocks had been fighting for a long time, and one of them was lying on his stomach and had no strength to move his legs. But the raccoon chicken in front of him looks panicked, but he just doesn't jump out of the surrounding arena, doesn't it explain the problem?

When he first used the power of nature to probe these fighting cocks, he found that this raccoon chicken was strange.

Other cockfights are either calm or high-spirited, and they do live up to the name of cockfighting. Only this one, obviously in good physical function, but pretending to be old, weak, sick and disabled......

In this case, like many news reports, those animals who are passive and slack off know that only by pretending can they escape the hard labor of humans.

The stalkers of the animal kingdom?

It was the first time Bai Huang had seen it with his own eyes.

"I say, if your chickens keep running, how long will it take!" The fat man picked his teeth and shouted in a muffled voice.

Bai Huang was also a little impatient when he heard the urging, and through wild communication, he clearly expressed his dissatisfaction.

Although this tanuki is extremely individual and cunning, when it comes to a druid who shouldn't exist, he can only be obedient. When Bai Huang didn't express his opinion clearly, he could still play with his temperament, but when Bai Huang's will came, it couldn't grind foreign workers.

The Vietnamese chicken followed behind the raccoon chicken, still rushing and slamming hard, but the latter did not turn back coldly, and its legs flew out like a switchblade, kicking the Vietnamese chicken's head quickly and fiercely.

Hong Fatzi's hand shook, and then he grinned and covered his cheeks, his eyes bulged, as if he was grabbed by King Kong and grabbed the testicles.

A toothpick poked into the root of the tooth.

A mouthful of blood spit out, Hong Fat Man couldn't take care of his gums, his eyes stared at the field for a moment, hoping that the wonderful scene just now was just his own illusion.

But soon he despaired, and the form on the field instantly made a 180-degree turn! The Vietnamese chicken, which was originally aggressive and had a fight with Hong Fatzi, was hit on the head, as if he had been beaten out of a concussion, and in the face of the raccoon's fast and heavy legs, not to mention counterattacking, he didn't even have the strength to parry, and he shrunk his neck left and right.

And the raccoon chicken, who had a plagued head and a plague at the beginning, was uncharacteristically majestic, like a drunk beating his own lazy woman.

I said! Is this a plague chicken? Don't be too vicious!

Liao Laosan, who was also dumbfounded next to him, scolded in his heart, he has also come back to his senses now, and his feelings have been pretending to be sick and pretending to be disabled for more than a year, just to be passive and sabotage!

He hadn't encountered a similar situation before, but he had heard people talk about it, but he never thought that he would hide such a slippery head in his home.

There was no neck pressing, and there was no biting, the old raccoon chicken only jumped three times and hit seven legs, so that the Vietnamese chicken completely lay on its stomach and refused to move again.

You must know that usually a cockfight lasts more than half an hour.

Hong Fatman's eyes were demented, his expression was dull, and he stared at the high-spirited hemp raccoon chicken in disbelief.

And Song Yan'er on the side jumped up like a spring as early as the moment the old raccoon chicken counterattacked. By the time her side won completely, she had unconsciously pulled the corners of her sisters' clothes, and even said "ah" several times, but she still couldn't express her excitement.

This is the contracting cost of a dance hall, which is 600,000 yuan!

"Little handsome white guy, you are too godly! What an eyesight! As soon as the troubles in her heart were gone, Song Yan'er resumed her style of smoking, and threw her flattering eyes at Bai Huang: "In addition to what I said at the beginning, I will add another 30,000 yuan, a total of 50,000 honorarium, how about it?" ”

Hong Fatzi was still in a daze, and Liao Laosan was full of envy and jealousy.

This kid is really violent! Just move your fingers and click on it, help you choose a fighting, and you will have 100,000 yuan in the account.

I am so hard to be played with by a chicken, and I have no face to compare with others.

But take a sneak peek at Hong Fatman, that's also a stupid x who has been playing with chickens for many years, but in the end he was played by chickens, and he is still a big boss! Liao Laosan thought about it like this, and felt that his heart was balanced.

As for Bai Huang, he is sure at this moment. Song Yan'er's praise from an idiot woman, no matter how much she talks, she can't give him the slightest sense of achievement, but the 50,000 yuan honorarium is reasonable.

plus the 50,000 that Hong Fat Man lost to him.

It took less than 3 hours to earn 100,000 yuan, and it seems that being a druid with love (money) and justice (get out) is still very rich.

As for the dead fat man next to him, who has begun to develop in the direction of annoyance?

Bai Huang didn't even have the strength to look up.

A real warrior who dares to let others face a bleak life!

I am just practicing this truth, and what is there to fear for the sake of the truth.

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The raccoon chicken is our own, and the material is real and reliable, but it is lazy because it can't beat other chickens.

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