Chapter two thousand and fifty-four trapped beasts still fighting
Swish--two thin needles shot into the Tosa dog's eyes with a little bit of piercing sound, and the shrill howl sounded half a second later. The black-eyed devil's eyes were stabbed at the same time, and the two thin needles exhausted their strength.
It bounced away instantly and landed in the corner of the dog fighting ring.
Because the distance is too far, and the flying needle sent by Tang Guobin is too light, it can only hit the Tosa dog's eyeball if you have to pay attention to the accuracy, which is not enough to really pierce, but the eyeball is the most important thing for both humans and animals.
The delicate parts will cause excruciating pain if touched.
The black-eyed devil who was stabbed in both eyes screamed in pain and rolled to the side. The iron-faced fang, which was already struggling on the edge of life and death, rolled up and stood up, but it was already frightened by the fierce opponent.
With his soul scattered, he trotted to the corner of the stage and timidly looked at his opponent rolling not far away.
"Insensitive, coward!" Tang Guobin saw that the Ghost-faced Mastiff was about to give up the opportunity to win in vain. He couldn't help gritting his teeth and cursed bitterly. He took out two pins from his pocket with his backhand and straightened them between his fingers.
Just wait for the ghost dog to recover and then give it a harsh beating.
The lame young man who was also paying attention to the fighting situation was very anxious. He limped forward two steps and came to the edge of the dog fighting ring. He raised his head and shouted at the ghost-faced mastiff who was in a daze: "Come on! Fangs, come on, pinch."
Damn it..."
Iron-faced Fang suffered a serious neck injury and turned a deaf ear to his master's cries. The scene where he was nearly bitten to death by the Black-Eyed Demon King just now seems to still be lingering in his mind. It is indeed not easy to regain the courage to fight again.
On the other hand, the black-eyed devil seems to have recovered from the pain. The little devil Inoue Shiro in the audience is also shouting loudly in Japanese, but I don’t know what he is calling. The Chinese people’s understanding of the language and culture of the island country is limited to
The butterfly just flew away, wearing one pair of trousers, two trousers, boxer briefs, etc. No matter how much he yelled at the top of his voice, he still didn't understand. Many punters still raised their middle fingers and responded with boos.
The black-eyed devil on the stage shook his head, wiped his eye sockets with his paws a few times, pressed hard on the table with his two front paws, steadied himself and walked toward the ghost-faced mastiff with small steps. This guy came for no reason.
After suffering a hidden loss, Duan instinctively became a little more cautious.
The hybrid ghost-faced mastiff still looks ugly, but there is not much of the wolfish nature left in its bones. After being pinched once, it became afraid of the fierce black-eyed devil in its heart. When it saw the opponent approaching again, it instinctively shrank and went towards it.
He backed up until his butt hit the metal mesh and was forced to stop.
Once bitten by a snake, I was afraid of the well rope for ten years, let alone being bitten by a dog. When the iron-faced fangs saw the bloody sharp teeth bared by the black-eyed devil, they instinctively thought of the wound on the neck and couldn't help but shrink back.
He shrunk, arched his back and tucked his tail between his legs, completely losing the courage to fight again.
Tang Guobin was so anxious that he kept scolding his mother on stage. The stage was too high and there was a layer of net between them. Even if the pin in his hand was shot out, it might not be able to hurt the guarded Tosa Inu. He glanced over and saw that the one was Shiro Inoue.
The little devil happened to be looking sideways this way, and it seemed that he had already smelled the smell. If he was caught with a sore leg, it would be more embarrassing than losing money.
"What are you doing? You're looking sad." A familiar voice sounded behind Young Master Tang at the right time. He turned around suddenly, reached out and grabbed Xu Qing's sleeves and dragged him over, whispering: "You're here just in time, kid.
Do me a favor and find an opportunity later to nail this thing into the devil's dog's eye socket."
Tang Guobin pulled Xu Qing closer to him and secretly stuffed a pin into his palm. His good brothers were much better at this kind of thing than him.
Xu Qing grinned and used the sound transmission method to directly transmit the voice into Young Master Tang's ears: "Aren't you cheating? Are we brothers worthy of competing with a dog?"
Tang Guobin rolled his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's a small thing to lose money, but it's a big thing to be embarrassed. Anyway, you just treat me as a helper. I just can't stand the little devil's behavior. After finishing it, we'll have a midnight snack tonight."
Damn it, hurry up, the Japs are coming..."
Xu Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head. He squeezed the fine needle in his hand and quietly withdrew his hand and threw it aside. He didn't need this kind of thing. He could definitely use his finger power to kill the Tosa dog. This is a semi-sacred warrior.
The gap between him and the heavenly warriors.
The Black-Eyed Demon King has come to a stand less than half a meter away from the Ghost-Faced Mastiff. He bared his teeth and let out a few deep roars. It seems that it has completely defeated the opponent in front of it now, and there is no need to worry about the opponent biting the dog?
The Ghost-faced Mastiff whined twice, and at this critical moment, he turned his head and glanced at the owner in the audience. There was a little water in his eyes. In fact, it was no wonder that it did not have the courage to fight anymore. Now its neck
It has been seriously injured and it is difficult to even open its mouth to swallow, let alone pounce on the opponent and bite it. This excellent fighting dog is like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed, and can only take one more look at its owner.
The lame young man looked up at the helpless Ghost-faced Mastiff, with a sad look on his face. The fighting dog no longer had the courage to fight his opponent, and it was useless to say anything now. He reached out and took out a harmonica from his pocket.
, brought it to his mouth and blew slowly.
The young man played a very old tune, Blue Danube. It is undeniable that his ability to play harmonica is much better than training dogs. He used to like to play this tune when training Iron Fang. Maybe in this fighting
Hearing a familiar melody again before a dog dies is also a final motivation for it.
Ouch! The Black-Eyed Demon King seemed to be sure that there was no danger. He screamed and jumped towards the Ghost-Faced Mastiff. It wanted to resolve the battle as soon as possible so as to prevent the damn flying insects from entering its eyes again...
The ghost-faced mastiff seemed to be inspired by the harmonica music. It suddenly raised its head and opened its big mouth. The mist in its eyes was instantly cleared, replaced by a crazy and fierce light.
Whoosh——
A wisp of strong wind penetrated the metal grid like an invisible arrow and instantly hit the eye socket of the Black-Eyed Demon King. This time, it was no longer instantaneous. The strong wind penetrated the eye socket like a sharp arrow and penetrated straight into the brain.
The Black-Eyed Demon King spasmed in mid-air, and then pressed down heavily. The Ghost-Faced Mastiff had already made up its mind to fight to the death. It opened its big mouth and bit the Tosa Inu's throat with all its strength. In fact, when it launched the final blow, the Ghost-Faced Mastiff only just
Out of an instinct of survival, perhaps I just hope that this last bite can delay the time for my opponent to kill me.
Ouch! The sharp teeth of the Ghost-Faced Mastiff pierced the skin on the Black-Eyed Demon King's neck, leaving a wound on it, which was then pressed tightly.
The iron-faced fangs bite the black-eyed devil's neck tightly, and almost all the strength of the body is concentrated on the two rows of sharp teeth. In order to survive, it will fight to the end. A fighting dog will not give up easily until the last moment.
But the Ghost-Faced Mastiff soon discovered that the opponent on top of it didn't move at all, and it was already dead.