Chapter 341 Add fuel to the fire

Song Cheng's iron-boned man not only turned pale, but even his fists began to tremble!

What kind of general is this? He is clearly a sleaver. Where did he learn this kind of negative move? But the little wolf's impromptu speech has just begun.

"Don't feel wronged. I spent a day and a night looking for hundreds of miles nearby in order to find four big hounds for you. Do you think it's easy? And I am absolutely kind to you, so you should be grateful. Even if you die when you are happy with the hound, you should thank me for being a ghost!"

Song Cheng's small eyes are bigger than the bull's eyes, and his eyes are full of blood and hatred. "Are you afraid that the world will not tolerate you if you do this? I, Songcheng, have nothing to say when I am a prisoner. You have a one-on-one one-on-one fight with me. Even if you don't have the guts, give me a good time! Is this kind? Should I thank you?"

"Bah, I thank you for your eight generations of ancestors...ah...no...no..."

Just as he scolded, the strongest hound had found its way and had begun to work diligently. Song Cheng's face immediately changed from pale to red as red cloth!

While wailing, he cursed, "I'm your eight generations of ancestors. Don't let me live. If I'm alive, I must say that your family is young and old. Ah...no...ah..."

But the little wolf monk next to him was not moved at all. Instead, he walked into the specific part of the observation with a little interest, and discussed while observing.

"Well, master, look, this hound is good. Do you think Chef Song is very happy now?"

The monk recited the Buddha's name, "Nanwu Amitabha, why did the monk see such a violent behavior? It's good and good. Monk, I'll turn my face. Alas, it's really a sin, a sin. But Master Song should be very happy..."

Song Cheng felt that his back was hot. He wanted to die very much. He bit his tongue, hit his head against the wall, or rushed up to die with these perverts, but he could only think that his body no longer listened to his brain at all.

The little wolf continued to drop stones next to him, "How's it going? Is it comfortable? Ha ha, so you have to thank me. I not only helped you find four partners at a high price, but also let the horse-raising ducks on the shelves as painters, draw all the happy process between you and the big hounds, and then send people directly to send them back to the Duke of Shu in Xiangzhou. Ha ha, I think General Yu Chi must also like this, right?

"Horse-raising, can you see it clearly if you hide so far away? Come here, get closer and see clearly before drawing. Do you know what you want to draw vividly? This is a first-class task assigned by the young master. If it is not done well, the young master must be severely punished!"

The horse-raising person is an honest man, so when the little wolf thief asked him if he could draw, he immediately nodded honestly. "If it hadn't been for the high requirements for the horse-raising person who could draw, when I was a child, my uncle in my family was a painter in the county government. I studied with him for three years, but recently I was a little clumish. I don't know if General Dugu wants to What are you doing?

The little wolf did not say anything, but patted the horse on the shoulder meaningfully. "Well, you who raised the horse really have stones and gold. You can shine wherever you put it. Don't ask so much. The special task assigned by the young master, prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstones and wait!"

"Oh, let's get ready for the little one!" The horse-raising man answered and happily went to prepare, but just now, as soon as he entered the door, he retreated straight away. When the little wolf called him, he had already retreated to the door and was about to go out!

"General Dugu... the little... can't you say that you can't draw?" The intestines of raising horses are regretful. He has suffered a lot in this special team. He can bear it. He can do more work and suffer more. The key is that he can follow the second young master to do great things all over the world. He is proud.

The little wolf immediately gave the monk a color, and the monk immediately flew over to block the door. "Horsekeeper, don't be crooked. This is really explained by the second young master before he left. Go and draw it immediately!"

The horse owner really wants to pull out the red gun and fight with these shameless scratching goods in front of him, but is this really ordered by the second young master?

"Is that true?" He blushed and asked.

The monk Xiaolang Yuanxuan nodded at the same time. The horse-keeper had no choice but to walk in and observe carefully. Song Yuanlai was blown up by the back door by the big hound and died. Now it's good that there are not only three scratchers to watch the fun, but also a more scratch directly with paper and pen to paint on the spot!

He scolded hoarsely, "You beasts...ah...ah...you wait, ah...I'm a dog...no, I won't let you go...no..."

The man who raises the horse is indeed an honest man. He really began to paint, and his level is really good, especially the details are in place.

"I said Song Cheng, you are content. You are not the worst. Do you know the temple Yan Yong in the imperial city? There is also the Turkic envoy who was caught by the young master some time ago. Both of them were miserable. They were both blown up by the big green horse. I saw the tragedy. I don't have to eat and shit in my life. There is a big hole in the blood... Think about it, this hound is faster, but in terms of size, a hound is not as good as a big green horse. No?"

Song Cheng is so angry that he said that this product is more scratchy. People say that the dog that bites don't bark, but it's really, "I fuck your eight generations of ancestors. You fucking think you should try the little hound... Oh... No..."

The horse-keeper sighed next to him, "Alas, you are not satisfied with you. After Yan Yong was blown up by the big green horse, he was carried to the Jinluan Treasure Hall and opened his belly by the second young master with a knife, because he swallowed the secret letter into his stomach. Fortunately, you didn't swallow any secret letter, otherwise you would have to disembowell your stomach!"

Song Cheng was completely desperate. He knew that there was no point in scolding again. "Beast, bastard, give Grandpa a pleasure... Let Grandpa die... Oh... No... Whoo..."

The little wolf who watched the joke for a long time came over again and reached out and squeezed his chin. "Well, there is a way in heaven, but you don't go, and there is no way to hell. Those who dare to fight against the second young master will not have a good end. You really don't have to feel too humiliated. In the future, the old thief Yu Chijio may fall into the hands of the second young master and be worse than you! Want to die? Humph, it's a beautiful idea. Do you know what General gave you just now? It scares you to death. It's Hua Tuo's magic medicine prepared by the second young master himself. After drinking this, you can't say death, even if you want to stand up. You are weak and your limbs are sore and numb, and you can't even bite your tongue, right?

"Enjoy the four big hounds, and this is just the beginning. Next, there are ** donkeys, green horses and wild boars and so on. All animals that can find ** are sent to you to enjoy, and every time someone specially paint for you, if you do it continuously. In ten days and a half months, you will become the first person in ancient and modern times, the first person to be ** by all kinds of animals!"

Song Cheng's defense line has completely collapsed, and he finally began to beg for mercy, "around me... spare my life... you can let me do anything, I'm convinced..."

The little wolf shook his head to express his disbelief, "Are you really convinced? Isn't it to pretend to surrender and find a chance to fight or commit suicide? Do you regard this general as a fool? If you are really convinced, let's talk about Yu Chijiong's usual hobbies. A few concubines are in their 60s. Isn't it too early..."