Ximen Lang had long heard that dogs like Tibetan Mastiffs were extremely ferocious and could defeat three evil wolves on their own. Of course, he did not dare to underestimate them. He looked at the direction and used all his strength to swing out the big stick in his hand.
As expected of a special soldier, the big stick accurately hit the Tibetan Mastiff on the head. The force was so strong that the stick broke into two pieces with a loud crack.
However, what surprised Ximen Lang was that the Tibetan Mastiff was unharmed and still pounced on him.
Damn you, this guy's head is harder than a steel plate!
In the blink of an eye, the Tibetan Mastiff's bloody mouth was already close to him, and it rushed towards his throat to bite him.
In desperation, Ximen Lang threw away half of the wooden stick, stretched out his hands, and stuck it firmly on the Tibetan Mastiff's neck.
"thump……"
Ximen Lang was thrown to the ground, and the Tibetan Mastiff's big mouth that emitted a fishy smell was very close. He pressed down hard to bite him, and the terrifying saliva dripped onto his face. The veins in his hands were bulging, and he tried his best to bite him.
Press the Tibetan Mastiff's neck to prevent the other party from succeeding.
One person and one dog fell into a stalemate, but the sharp teeth of the Tibetan Mastiff were getting closer and closer to Ximen Lang's neck...
At this time, Chen Jincui quickly entered the house, took out a sharp spear nearly two feet long, rushed out quickly, cursed, "You bastard, go to hell..." and bent down to stab the spear.
Ximen Lang caught a glimpse of the cold light and tilted his head with all his strength, only to feel the cold spear thorn sticking to his ear and pricking the ground. He roared, rolled to the side, escaped the control of the Tibetan Mastiff, and jumped up like a carp.
Hu Jincui's eyes were red at this time, and he missed a single hit. He yelled "Yeah" and fiercely rushed towards the opponent with a spear in his hand, stabbing him in the chest. He felt that giving him a chill would be the only way to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Ximen Lang dodged sideways, and placed his left hand on the opponent's wrist, causing Chen Jincui to cry out, her wrist hurting, and the dagger fell out of her hand, and the opponent snatched it away.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Tibetan Mastiff charging towards him again. Ximenlang pulled Chen Jincui's body in front of him, acting as a shield.
The Tibetan Mastiff was in mid-air. He saw that the attacking enemy suddenly became his master. He hesitated slightly and moved slightly slowly. The sharp spear suddenly came out from Chen Jincui's arm and pierced the Tibetan Mastiff's chest. The sharp blade was one and a half feet long.
Enter completely, right to its heart.
With a sad roar, the Tibetan Mastiff trembled and fell to the ground. Blood spurted out, staining a large area of the concrete floor red. Its limbs kicked back and forth like a rowing boat, and the speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped.
The spear stained with blood spun in the air, and the sharp blade pressed against Chen Jincui's neck. Ximen Lang shouted in a deep voice: "Believe it or not, I will kill you with one knife..."
Chen Jincui's whole body was shaking like chaff. She was fully aware of the ruthlessness of this young man. "No, you must not kill me, please..."
"The last thing I want to say is, don't mess with me again, otherwise I will definitely kill you." Ximen Lang said through gritted teeth.
"I...I know..."
Ximenlang flicked his hand, and the spear thorn flew out suddenly, smashed through the glass and entered the room. It was nailed to the wooden partition and kept shaking. He let go of Hu Jincui, picked up half of the wooden stick on the ground, walked into the building, and started smashing it crazily.
Activities. Large-screen plasma TVs, computers, stereos, even glass, and all kinds of good wine on the wine cabinet became the objects for him to vent his anger. He could only hear the sound of thunder and crackling, and the building became like a garbage dump.
After walking out of the shabby small building that he had destroyed, Ximen Lang dropped the stick, bent down, picked up the Tibetan Mastiff, which weighed 130 to 40 kilograms, put it on his shoulders, and walked out of the yard.
Ximen Lang was walking on the dirt road in the village carrying the body of the Tibetan Mastiff. Everyone he met looked at him sideways with astonishment in his eyes. This fierce dog owned by the village chief is very well-known and most people hate it.
, now that they saw it being killed, they all showed joy and ran to tell each other.
"Did you know that the head of the tiger in the village chief's house was killed?"
"real or fake?"
"I lied to you, I am a grandson."
"There is a spirit in the sky. That beast should have died long ago. By the way, who killed it?"
"It was the relative from Bi Sumei's family who killed that young man named Ximenlang, and also smashed up the village chief's house..."
Shengyuan Dog Meat Restaurant is located next to the highway not far from Yunshang Village. It was lunch time, and there were many customers in the store. They were noisily drinking wine and eating meat, and the business was very busy.
The boss, Fatty Zheng, was sitting on a chair under the umbrella at the entrance of the store. From time to time he would pass the small purple sand teapot on the table to his mouth and take a few sips of slightly hot tea from the spout. It was so comfortable. This year's business is particularly good.
He made so much money that he hired another chef and retired as a hands-on shopkeeper.
Suddenly, he straightened up and stared blankly at a young man walking over. The young man was carrying a big dog on his back, and the dog's head was like a lion's. It was bleeding continuously, and bits and pieces of it were sprinkled on the road.
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This is a really weird picture!
The closer he got, the clearer Fatty Zheng could see. What was on the young man's back was actually a huge Tibetan mastiff. He sighed, "My mother, such a big Tibetan mastiff is worth tens of thousands. How come it's like this?"
If you kill him, isn't this an act of extorting Tianzhen?"
Not long after, Ximen Lang came to the front of the store carrying the Tibetan Mastiff on his back, threw the Tibetan Mastiff on the ground, and asked: "Are you the boss?"
Fatty Zheng hurriedly stood up, marveling at the huge size of this Tibetan Mastiff. He secretly guessed that if it were alive, it must be worth more than 100,000 yuan. "Little brother, are you selling the dog?"
Ximen Lang shook his head, "I won't sell it."
"Then what are you doing?"
"I want to eat it, please boss, peel it off and cook it."
Fatty Zheng looked over in surprise, "Little brother, how can you eat such a big dog by yourself?"
"It doesn't matter if you can't eat it, the rest will fly back to you."
After hearing this, Fatty Zheng smiled like a flower. He could eat as much as he wanted from such a big dog, and he would make a lot of money this time. "Okay, I'll take it away now, and give it to you little brother."
Make some dishes."
"It's up to you."
Fatty Zheng struggled to hang up the Tibetan Mastiff and said regretfully: "This is such a good dog. If you kill it and eat its meat, will you be blind?"
Ximen Lang glared and shot two ferocious glances. He said in a deep voice: "Do you want you to take care of it?"
Fatty Zheng was startled. Your eyes are so fierce. It seems that you are definitely not someone to be trifled with. He said with a smile on his face, "I'm just talking casually. Don't mind. Come in and sit down." He said.
Nian Nian shouted into the store, "Xiuxiu, a guest is coming. Please lead him into the house quickly."
A girl in an apron agreed crisply and ran out quickly. When she saw Ximen Lang, she couldn't help but be startled and shouted: "Brother Xiao Lang..."
"It's you, Xiu Xiu." It turned out that the girl opposite him was Zheng Xiu, Lingling's good friend whom he had met. Ximen Lang asked in confusion, "Why didn't you go to school?"
"Oh, I graduated from junior high school but didn't pass the exam. If I have time, I come to the store to help. This store is opened by our family, and that's my dad."
Fatty Zheng quickly peeled off the Tibetan Mastiff's skin with a knife. He chuckled and said, "So you guys know each other. That's even better. Come in quickly."
Zheng Xiu said hurriedly: "Brother Xiao Lang, you're here to eat, right? That's great. I'll give you a free meal. Come in quickly."
Ximenlang smiled and teased her: "Xiuxiu, can you be the master?"
"Of course I can make the decision. Why can't my driver make the decision?"
"Then I won't be polite. Eat more."
Zheng Xiu smiled and said, "The more you eat, the happier I will be."
Ximen Lang asked curiously: "Why?"
Zheng Xiu smiled sweetly, "Because only then will you really treat me as a friend."