It's all red, it's bloody, it's an iron cage, it's not very big, only a few square meters, but it's blood everywhere, from a human point of view, it's very good, it's adrenaline-inspiring, but fortunately, everyone is not all perverted, because everything on the ground is dog blood.

"Tu, bite off the neck on the other side in a while, a box of heaven. ”

The dog didn't speak, and wouldn't speak, but just nodded. It's very anthropomorphic.

Then on the screen in the hall, the information of two dogs appeared, one purebred, and the other was a nice one, the Chinese pastoral dog.

No one is optimistic about the purebred, because the people in this place know these days that the pastoral dog is very powerful, especially after smoking a cigarette, it is very human-like, although it can't play a cigarette, there is no handsome smoke play, but it is so ordinary to hold it, it is already very powerful, it is amazing.

"Dog who smokes. "People have long forgotten the name code that introduced the dog, only this one name remains, and then because of the bite and fight with other dogs, because it is too "sophisticated" like a human, so it has a new name, "Old Smoking Gun." ”

This name is very loud, and recently in a certain circle, I know this name, this victorious general among dogs, at least for half a month.

After a while, the old cigarette gun spit out a cigarette fart and entered the iron cage, which went smoothly, there was no hysteria, and the other dog was bleeding nonstop.

"Another relief. "That's what the old smoking gun dog thought to himself.

A cigarette was lit again, and it was held in his mouth, "hiss~huh~" really had some charm.

Suddenly, the old cigarette gun's ears moved, and he heard some conversation. But only a few words were heard.

"It's going to die sooner or later, that's a lot of money. Then there was the sound of a pat on the shoulder.

After a while, its owner came.

"Smoke guns, eat, eat, fight again, and we can go home." "A plate of cooked meat was served.

The smoking gun noticed that the young master who had pitied him and planned to keep him by his side planned to end his life like this.

"Born, as a dog, but after death, it is called a demon!" At this time, the smoking gun also made up its mind, in fact, it has been restraining itself, otherwise, many people would have died like this, which is even more miserable than those dogs who have died in battle.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and the panels were shattered.

"That's my dog, I'm going to take it home. ”

The voice is domineering and arrogant, and the owner of the voice is also full of horizontal flesh, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't look so rough, he would be a typical social big brother who was alive and well.

"Who the hell are you!dare to come here to spread wild?!" The young master in the room was stunned at first, and then spoke angrily, obviously he also had some identity, otherwise it would be impossible to have a room by himself, and there were a bit of second-rate bodyguards outside the door.

"I said, you're not stupid, no one cares about smoking, but you can't really eat. Lao Zhu said as he walked, walking towards the place where the smoking gun was.

He was followed by Old Don.

Of course, the two of them are not attractive. At least for smoking guns, the most attractive thing is the person who looks like he is in his thirties, the senior brother he is familiar with, Lao Sun.

At this moment, the dog's eyes widened, the dog's mouth opened wide, and even the baby cigarette fell.

Lao Sun kept laughing, and while walking, he took out a branch from his arms, which could be as long as a cigarette, and then lit it, stuffed it into the mouth of the old gun, and helped it close its mouth.

"It's better to smoke this in line with your identity. Lao Sun smiled.

At this time, the young master, who felt that he was being neglected, was really furious.