The king of longing for entertainment

"Brother Jie, can we not have such a strong curiosity?" The slightly helpless Li Yu said angrily, didn't want to talk to the little girl without looking at him?

After all, not all legends are beautiful, some are cruel legends.

The little girl is still young, so it is enough to be exposed to some beautiful legends, and it is better not to listen to some rumors in the market.

But the more he said that, Zhang Jie and the others naturally became more curious. After a while, He Jiong and Sister Scarab were also attracted, as if they thought there was a good story.

The two were originally hosts of children's programs, and their curiosity about stories is not weak.

Huang Lei, who was staying in the kitchen, calmed down. If he knew it, he wouldn't say a word, which made Li Yu a little hard to say. He had heard some legends, but it was really not a good story.

Not only is it not a good story, but it is also a somewhat bloody and cruel story.

"Really not to say?" He Jiong asked in a low voice.

"Too much curiosity can easily kill the cat." Li Yu said quietly, and added two sticks of firewood to the pot. "The story is not as good as you think. The legend of the dog is very bloody and scary."

"It scares you so much that you can't even eat!"

"Really?" Zhang Jie didn't believe it.

Li Yu: "..."

Everyone looked at him expectantly, as if I was waiting for the story to be served.

Seeing them like this, Li Yu knew that if he didn't speak out, he would definitely not be able to dismiss them, so he had to remind: "Let's say it first, sometimes legends are not all beautiful, and some legends are often accompanied by blood and cruelty."

"Mastiff, you all should know?" Li Yu asked.

"En!" Zhang Jie nodded in response.

Tibetan mastiff, there are many legends from ancient times to the present, especially in the stories passed down by Tibetan people, Tibetan mastiff can be said to be the patron saint of Daxue Mountain, guarding the shrine and the holy god in the shrine for generations.

Similarly, they will also shelter herdsmen who believe in the Holy Spirit.

People who have traveled to snowy areas know the status of a mastiff in the hearts of Tibetans. The purer the mastiff, the more pure the mastiff can be called a Tibetan mastiff. Usually, you can’t see it even if you want to.

All the mastiffs you can buy are generally half-mastiffs with less pure blood.

Of course, this type of Tibetan mastiff is also called a pure-blooded Tibetan mastiff, but it is actually a mastiff with thin blood.

"Let me tell you first, a Tibetan mastiff can be a mastiff, but a mastiff will never be a Tibetan mastiff. First of all, you have to be clear about this. Not all mastiffs can be called Tibetan mastiffs!" Li Yu put out the box and put it out Wait for the brown sugar syrup to cool and solidify.

Everyone nodded thoughtfully, so there is such cold knowledge?

If they don't say it, they really think that the mastiffs raised by Tibetans are actually the Tibetan mastiffs that herdsmen call Tibetan mastiffs.

"Why?" Zhang Zifeng, who was most curious, asked in a low voice.

"In the eyes of the herdsmen in the snowy area, the Tibetan mastiff is a god dog, a god dog that guards the snow mountain and the snow area. How can a mere mastiff be called a god dog like a Tibetan mastiff? Usually, what you can see and buy is just a dog. The trafficker added oil and vinegar to it himself." Li Yu explained.

"It's a real Tibetan mastiff dog, generally speaking, herdsmen in snowy areas can't sell it at all!"

"That is to say, the so-called Tibetan mastiffs that can be seen in the market are actually mastiffs with thin blood. They may have Tibetan mastiff blood, but they must be impure, right?" Zhang Jie said enthusiastically.

"Almost!" Li Yu nodded.

Men are really interested in such ferocious animals, just like cars, and Zhang Jie is just like that.

"The mastiff story you want to know is actually a method of breeding Tibetan mastiffs, but the Tibetan mastiffs bred by this method are so brutal and bloody that they have almost lost their minds and are semi-failures."

"The theory of nine sons and one mastiff is a bloody and cruel method thought up by some herdsmen in the snowy areas in ancient times."

"As long as one mastiff is pregnant and gives birth to nine mastiffs, it will be a disaster for the mastiffs. When they are three months old and able to bite flesh, the owner of the mastiff will lock them in the cellar Inside, the food that has not been given.” The fastest update

Recalling some information about mastiffs, Li Yu frowned, and he didn't want to go on.

"No food?" He Jiong pondered for a while, "Isn't that..."

"Isn't it something? If you don't feed them, won't you starve them to death?" Peng Peng scratched his head, somewhat incomprehensible, how could a few mastiffs be sold for a lot of money, right?

If he starved to death, he would lose everything. Didn't the owner of the mastiff just waste his money?

"I can't die of hunger!" Li Yu's tone was low.

"Why are you hungry...don't...die..." Peng Peng just wanted to refute, and suddenly remembered that the nine mastiffs were all locked in the cellar together, and they had all learned to bite flesh and blood, "No Bar?"

"But this is too cruel, right?" Liu Chunyan couldn't believe it.

Glancing at Zhang Zifeng, who was a little pale, she had obviously guessed something, Li Yu smoothed her hair, and whispered softly in her ear to comfort her.

Only then did she see that her complexion turned a little bloody, and she was no longer so pale and colorless.

Chapter 4 Twelve Lost Face

"Let's eat~"

The smoke rises faintly, and the sky of this Dai village also slowly wafts the aroma of cooking smoke.

A strong Dai family language told everyone that it was time to eat.

Naturally, the mushroom house was the same. There were a lot of dishes on the table. He Jiong, who arranged the seats, sat down and poured everyone a glass of cold fruit drink.

The passion fruit produced in the house, and a piece of pineapple flesh, are sweet and delicious with a little sourness.

"Come on, let's toast Mr. Huang~" He Jiong shouted softly.

"Thank you, Teacher Huang~" a group of people shouted happily.

"Hahaha, it would be cool if it was replaced with beer, but the fruit drink is still a little bit tasteless, right, Jiongjiong~" After taking a sip of the fruit drink, Huang Lei said in a teasing tone.

He is telling the story at noon again, a cup of pearl milk tea is a cup of He Jiong's drink.

This incident can make Huang Lei laugh for a lifetime, and it is also a testimony of the friendship between them for more than [-] years.

"Haha, that might be~" He Jiong lightly clinked his glass with him.

"Drink well~" Zhang Zifeng narrowed his eyes while holding the fruit drink.

"Don't be idle, let's eat quickly~" Li Yu picked up a few chopsticks for his sister, and then started to eat by himself. He is not a child, so he needs more people to say.Remember Biquge in one second → m.BiqugeTv.Com.

After the voice fell, the big guys also started to eat separately.

"Woof~" Little H called out softly.

A piece of chopsticks dropped a spare rib, Xiao H picked it up and ran away, disappearing from everyone's eyes like lightning.

Eat and drink enough, and feel that life has been completed.