I, arrogant flat-headed brother

"Pingtou, you must help me get rid of Zhang Xiaolong's bull terrier later! It's a big deal, I'll give you two cans of honey every day from now on." Suddenly, Yang Ling hugged Cao Da into his arms with fierce eyes He stared at Cao Dadao firmly.

Damn, it's none of my business if you make an appointment with someone else?

Cao Da's small dark eyes rolled around, also looking at Yang Ling, with his two little paws hanging in the air, gesticulating non-stop, and began to pretend to be crazy.

From Cao Da's point of view, Yang Ling is absolutely mad at that Zhang Xiaolong now, talking nonsense with him, does he "understand" it?

"Well, animals are animals, and they can't understand human minds at all."

Sure enough, seeing Cao Da's appearance, the fierce light in Yang Ling's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by endless vicissitudes.

The 3 yuan this time is all his savings. Once he loses the flat head, he will be doomed.

"The No. 36 general has a flat head and is ready to play." At this moment, a man wearing a work cap came over and said something expressionless to Yang Ling.

"Okay." Yang Ling lost all confidence. Like a puppet that had lost its soul, he mechanically walked to the gate of the Colosseum and threw Cao Da in.

"Damn it! What's the situation with this guy? The general is about to go into battle, what kind of state is he in?"

"It's true, looking at people's virtues, it's obvious that they have stage fright, so it's a shame, you can abstain."

"Don't say it, I really hope that this match can be played. Flathead vs. Pitbull Terrier. It's the first time I've seen Flathead come out on the field. You have to open your eyes if you say anything?"

Seeing Yang Ling's appearance, the people around the Colosseum started talking about it.

According to the rules of the Colosseum, no matter whether the owner has confidence in his generals, since he is on the stage, it is necessary to cheer up, but there are really few like Yang Ling.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the second match is about to start. The two sides are the No. 36 fighter with flat head and the No. 9 fighter Bull Terrier. Please don't worry, the match will start immediately!"

Seeing that Cao Da had already entered the venue, the host introduced.

"No. 36 flat head vs. No. 9 pit bull terrier is interesting," a bald man in shorts and vest with a cigarette in his mouth couldn't help muttering in the auditorium.

If Chen Dali knew that this man was present, he would definitely greet him. He is Chen Dali's boss, Li Youguang, the underground boss of Lingshui!

Speaking of which, Li Youguang also decided to come to the Colosseum temporarily, so he didn't inform Chen Dali, but he didn't want to encounter such a thing.

The rules of the Colosseum are set by him: each general will conduct a combat power evaluation before the game, and the higher the number, the stronger the strength!
After so many years, the warriors who have registered in the Colosseum are only ranked No. 6. The strength of these 6 warriors is unshakable, and they all dominate the animal world.

As for the latter, there will be frequent rotations. For example, if No. 20 kills No. 7 today, it can replace No. 7. Of course, the higher the ranking, the more rewards after winning.

In the same way, if you want to challenge the generals before No. 10, you have to pay a very expensive challenge fee. Therefore, when you heard that No. 36 leapfrogged to challenge No. 9, Li Youguang naturally became interested.

"No. 36 Crew has entered the arena. Next, let us invite No. 9 Bull Terrier to enter the arena. Everyone welcomes with applause!"

As the host, since he has whetted the appetite of the audience and achieved his goal, there is no need to waste time.

As soon as the words fell, under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Zhang Xiaolong led Da Wang slowly out of the preparation bench with a proud face.

"No. 9 Pit Bull Terrier, if I remember correctly, last time No. 9 was also a leapfrog challenge. It killed the original No. 10 Castro in 9 minutes, right?"

"Yes, I also remembered that this number 9 hasn't been on the stage for a while. If you don't tell me, I'd almost forget about him. If it's that number 9, then this number 36 will suffer a lot."

Seeing Dawang, some qualified viewers couldn't help but whispered, it was because Dawang's last battle left a deep impression on them, and the method was quite cruel: the Caslo was disembowelled on the spot .

Under the awe-inspiring gaze of the audience, Zhang Xiaolong untied Dawang's rope with a half-hearted smile, and pretended to pat his head, saying deliberately: "Dawang, just click to stop, bullying this kind Being weak doesn't really mean anything."

Others couldn't hear it, but Yang Ling could hear it clearly. Zhang Xiaolong's words were clearly referring to Sanghuai and scolding him, but he had lost all fighting spirit, and lowered his head without even refuting.

The next moment, Da Wang raised his head and jumped into the gate of the Colosseum. Without even looking at his opponent, he turned his head up to the sky and screamed wildly.

A few days ago, he was fucked half to death by that crew-cut guy. Da Wang wanted to vent his pent-up anger a long time ago. Now that he finally had a chance, it's no wonder he didn't kill his opponent.

"Look, No. 9 is showing his aura to his opponents? I don't even feel like No. 7 or No. 8 with this spirit!"

Dawang's performance won unanimous optimism from the audience, especially those who paid high prices to bet on Dawang to win, they couldn't help but beat the iron cage and cheered for Dawang.

He!
"Dawang, you really healed your scar and forgot the pain. Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

Suddenly, a strange cry resounded through the audience. The people in the audience didn't react at all, let alone understand the meaning of the animal's cry. burst out.

"You...you are Brother Pingtou?" Until now, Dawang finally saw Cao Da clearly.

For a moment, Da Wang only felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards, his head buzzed even more, and his body trembled involuntarily.

He even dreamed that his opponent would be the flathead who bit him half to death just a few days ago. If he knew that the opponent was him, he would not come even if he killed him.

"Dawang, what's the matter with you, are you sick?" Sensing Dawang's abnormality, Zhang Xiaolong outside the field couldn't help asking.

Give birth to your uncle?Dawang didn't care about Zhang Xiaolong at all, and he even had the energy to kill Zhang Xiaolong. Isn't this sending him to the tiger's mouth?

"Forget it, since I'm here, I have to teach you a lesson, lest you forget what I said."

Just when Dawang was in a turbulent mood, a lazy voice floated over, and then Dawang saw Cao Da walking towards him slowly.

Looking at Cao Da who was walking towards him slowly, Dawangtong couldn't care about his face and status, nothing could compare with his dog's life.

Uh...

ooh ooh...

The next moment, when everyone in the audience was preparing to watch Da Wangsheng tear his head off, they saw Da Wang's tail drooping, and he clamped it directly, and the whole dog even went crazy and rushed towards the outside. come over.

At this moment, a sharp-eyed audience suddenly swallowed, pointed at Dawang with a blunt finger, and murmured: "Look... look at the place where No. 9 stayed before, he seems to be... scared to pee gone."