Zhao Mo Xiu Mo

"This beast!" The man walked to the Tibetan mastiff with Zhao Mo on his back, and gave it another powerful kick.With this kick, the Tibetan mastiff, which was still struggling to stand up, went limp again, this time it just drooped its head and stopped moving.

If it weren't for the ups and downs of the swarthy body of the Tibetan mastiff, Zhao Mo would have thought it had been kicked to death.

The man pawed at the Tibetan Mastiff's body with his feet, and after confirming that it was completely unconscious, he lifted up the black and puffy tail and dragged it upside down in his hand.

The Tibetan mastiff was still paralyzed after being pulled by its tail like this, and there was no movement at all.The man's skill is extraordinary, and his marksmanship ranks first in the entire army. Even if he doesn't use a gun, the stones he throws with his bare hands are enough for a Tibetan mastiff to drink a pot.What's more, his technique was so precise and steady that the stone just broke the big spine of this Tibetan mastiff, making it unable to stand up even if it wanted to.

"I don't know who raises such a Tibetan mastiff, who dares to let it outside without being tied up." The man carried Zhao Mo on his back, dragging a purebred Tibetan mastiff that might be worth hundreds of thousands like a dead dog. Zhao Mo said, "This beast is very vicious. If it wants to bite people, an ordinary person will die in one bite. If it is directly maimed, it will save it from going out to harm people."

Zhao Mo poked his head to see the Tibetan mastiff he was dragging in his hand, and said with lingering fear: "I almost let it bite to death!"

"Embrace it!" The man went into the bushes with the man on his back, dragging the Tibetan mastiff with one hand, leaving the other hand free to pick up the branches blocking the way, so Zhao Mo let Zhao Mo wrap his arms around his neck, " My name is Jiang Yunxuan, how about you?"

"My name is Zhao Mo." Zhao Mo replied politely.

"Zhao Mo, right?" Jiang Yunxuan glanced back at Zhao Mo, who was on the back, and happened to meet his grateful and adoring eyes, his heart softened, and his voice slowed down: "I'll just call you Xiao Mo .I am much older than you, you call me Brother Jiang."

"Brother Jiang." Zhao Mo continued to call out politely.

Jiang Yunxuan liked this kid's honest appearance, and his usually cold voice was much more gentle, so he calmed down and talked to him: "How old are you? Haven't you gone to high school yet?"

"Seventeen." Zhao Mo, who was lying on his back, blushed a little, and said embarrassedly, "I don't go to school anymore."

He has always felt that those educated people who go to school are different from people like himself. Although Jiang Yunxuan's appearance is not very refined, he looks like that kind of educated person. He is afraid of being looked down upon, so when he said this, his voice was as low as Mosquitoes humming.

Hearing this, Jiang Yunxuan was taken aback for a moment, remembering that this small county in a remote mountainous area was completely different from where he lived. Although he had only been here for a few days, he had seen several thirteen or fourteen-year-olds on the mountain with their parents. Children working in the fields.

This is impossible in the city, but it is very common in such rural places.Sixteen or seventeen-year-old children are in high school in the city, but here, many of them get a junior high school diploma and start to work or do business with their parents.

Jiang Yunxuan didn't continue to ask any more questions, and changed the subject while striding forward: "Why did you come to such a remote place by yourself? Where are your parents?"

He originally wanted to ask Zhao Mo if he came to work in the mountains with his parents, so that he could send him to his parents and then go back to his own business. Unexpectedly, this unintentional question poked Zhao Mo Momo's sore foot.

"I just haven't been there for a long time, and today I suddenly remembered to go to the mountain spring, and I met this big guy without thinking." Zhao Mo turned his face sideways, and moved his eyes to the Tibetan mastiff that Jiang Yunxuan was dragging. The voice of the next sentence changed back to Mosquito humming: "My parents are gone. Brother Jiang, please put me here. I was scared just now. There is no injury on my body. I can walk back by myself."

At this time, they had already drilled out of the densely bushed area, and the road under their feet was much easier to walk, and they could see the foot of Calabash Mountain from a distance.

Jiang Yunxuan froze for a moment again, frowned and repeated: "Aren't you here anymore?"

Zhao Mo nodded, remembering that he was nodding on his back and the other party couldn't see him, so he gave a soft "hmm", then moved his legs and said, "Brother Jiang, I'm coming down!"

"Can I walk by myself?" Jiang Yunxuan stood still, bent down and let him get off his back.

As soon as Zhao Mo's feet hit the ground, he quickly pulled his clothes. The wet clothes were rubbed just now, and the jacket that was already a little short was rubbed up, revealing a white waist.

Seeing that Zhao Mo was standing still, Jiang Yunxuan stretched out his big hand and patted him on the shoulder, his deep voice was firm and undeniable: "Let's go, I'll take you home, first change the wet clothes."

"No need..." Zhao Mo raised his head, his whole body was shrouded in the shadow formed by the man's body.Under the gaze of the man in front of him with eagle-like sharp eyes, he swallowed the second half of the sentence "I can go back by myself" and replaced it with: "The back of your clothes are also wet by me, just go to our house with me, I'll wash you up."

Jiang Yunxuan moved his shoulders, the wet clothes on his back were really uncomfortable, but it was a trivial problem for him.He has always been a person with a strong sense of justice, and it has almost become this man's instinct to protect the weak and civilians during his ten-year military career.

That's why he didn't hesitate to shoot when he encountered Zhao Mo who was attacked by the Tibetan mastiff during the mission, and he would rather put aside this less urgent mission first, and send the young man in front of him who he liked very much. go home.

After receiving a nod from Jiang Yunxuan, Zhao Mo walked ahead and led the way down the mountain.He was very familiar with Calabash Mountain, and he chose a place to walk, which was much easier than Jiang Yunxuan's hard way up the mountain, and he walked a lot faster.

After walking for a while, they turned back to the serious mountain road, not far from the flat land halfway up the mountain.Zhao Mo was very wet and uncomfortable, and while walking, he lowered his head and twisted the water on his clothes, when suddenly he heard a sharp scream from below: "Caesar!"

This exclamation had the characteristic tone of boys who are in the period of voice change, and the voice was too high and a bit distorted, so it didn't sound harsh and unpleasant. Zhao Mo was so frightened that he almost stepped on the air Slip down the road.

Zhao Mo quickly raised his head, wanting to see who was calling.This voice is much uglier than Zhao Jun's voice when he changed his voice.He suddenly felt that Junzi's voice should not be considered duck-like at that time. Compared with this one, he didn't know how strong it was.

A figure galloped over in the distance, and he was able to walk like flying on the winding mountain road, and people could feel that menacing appearance from a long distance away.

"Caesar!" the man yelled as he ran, "Let me go! Let it go!"

As they got closer, Zhao Mo finally saw clearly that the person who came was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He was tall and had long legs. His golden hair could dazzle people's eyes in the sunlight.Zhao Mo's gaze was attracted by the prickly head, which looked like a huge golden chestnut ball with prickly hairs to him, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes looked straight.

The boy ran up to them, out of breath, and yelled at the top of his voice: "Who gave you the guts to grab my Caesar? Let me let it go, or you won't be able to eat it!"

He raised his chin, didn't even look straight at Zhao Mo who was standing in front, and looked directly at Jiang Yunxuan, who was walking behind Zhao Mo and dragging a Tibetan mastiff, and asked him: "What did you do to my Caesar?! "

"Caesar, that's a good name." Jiang Yunxuan sneered, he was most annoyed by the arrogant person in front of him, whether it was an adult or a child, especially this person was the owner of the Tibetan Mastiff, "Unfortunately, it can only be called Death now. There's only one dog."

"You!" The boy was almost blown away by his words and that disdainful attitude, his arrogant and domineering face was covered with a layer of gloom, and his slender eyes were so gloomy that they could drip water, he said viciously: "Do you know what you're talking about? No one dares to talk to me like that!"

He said harsh words, but the boy's gaze was firmly fixed on the big black Tibetan mastiff lying motionless on the ground.After being dragged by Jiang Yunxuan all the way, the glossy black fur of the Tibetan mastiff has long been messed up. This tree branch, that pile of weeds and fallen leaves have also lost a lot of hair, making them look like stray dogs. Not much stronger.

The majestic dog turned into this appearance, which made the boy feel distressed, and his eyeballs almost turned red.This is a pure-blood lion-headed black mastiff that his uncle specially bought for him. It cost more than 100 million yuan to buy it!

Jiang Yunxuan raised his thick black eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and he said casually: "You are a fart!"

Zhao Mo, who had been standing by the side and didn't dare to talk to him, tugged at his sleeve and advised him: "Brother Jiang, since he is the owner of this dog, you can return the dog to him."

He looked back at the boy while talking, and felt that the boy stared at the Tibetan mastiff as if he was staring at his heart. It seemed that he really valued the Tibetan mastiff.

He had heard people say that the Tibetan Mastiff was so precious that he might not even be able to afford one after selling pancakes all his life.Brother Jiang beat up his Tibetan mastiff like this to save himself. If he really died, it would be too bad to make them lose money!

It's good that Zhao Mo didn't make a sound, but this sound was like stabbing a hornet's nest.The boy could tell at a glance that Jiang Yunxuan was not simple or easy to mess with, and he didn't dare to be too arrogant until he found out his details, but he didn't have so many scruples about Zhao Mo, who looked like a poor country boy with no power and power up.

"What are you!" He glanced at Zhao Mo with disgust and contempt, and his voice was full of meanness and disdain, accusing Sang Huai: "What kind of good stuff can be produced in such a shabby place! A group of poor country people who have no knowledge and education, I can’t buy a toe of Caesar even if I sell you! Hurry up and hand over my Caesar, if something goes wrong with it, I have plenty of means to kill you and let you bury it with it!”

Indeed, compared with the well-known boy wearing bright clothes and exuding an air of extravagance, Zhao Mo, who was soaked in an old school uniform, and Jiang Yunxuan, who was dressed in simple black casual clothes, looked much shabby.

Jiang Yunxuan's aura is strong enough to suppress the boy's arrogance, but Zhao Mo is a real rural boy, and he always feels that the people in the city and the rich are not on the same path as them, yes There is a strange sense of awe in the boy who looks like a kid from a rich family.

Hearing the cruel words from the boy, Zhao Mo immediately panicked.He turned to look at Jiang Yunxuan beside him, and asked cautiously, "Brother Jiang, is this dog still alive?"

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