Happy Little Mayor

The local tyrant Jin was self-directed. When Wang Bo sat on his back and patted his buttocks, his subconscious speeded up.

This is not an ordinary run, but a catapult!

Wang Bo never realized that the horrible gold in the tyrant's short limbs contained such terrifying energy. Before, all the wild horses ran together, so he didn't care about the reining horse.

But now sitting on its back, the tyrant gold suddenly accelerated, like a sharp arrow, considering its five short stature, that is a cannonball fired!

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, and he was like the emperor Longxiang!

The poor Pharaoh didn't sit still, the horse had no saddle and the horse hair was smooth. He shouldn't slap the tyrant gold to speed it up, so the cannonball fired. Under inertia, he left the place ...

As Wang Bo sighed, a loud noise appeared: ‘咣 Dang! ’

The back of the strong man and Xiao Wang grinned subconsciously, and they all felt pain when they looked.

The tyrant Jin who ran out ran back quickly, with a thicker innocence on his shorter hair than ordinary horses. He watched Wang Bo lie on the ground with his teeth grin, and opened his mouth and licked it up.

Drooling!

"Laozi washed his face in white," Pharaoh once again wanted to cry without tears, but then he comforted himself, "It's okay, the horse's saliva has no smell, it's all smell of grass and trees, ah ..."

In the end he spit because he was talking to himself, and the horse's drool trickled into his mouth.

Standing up leaning on his waist, Wang Bo stretched his hands on the local horse's face. Frankly speaking, the local horse's short body is not good, but its fur face is shorter when viewed from the front, so it has an ugly and ugly feeling.

It may be due to the mentality of children and relatives. He carefully looked at the local tyrant gold and the black horse king. Although the black horse king is handsome and handsome, he is not as cute and thick as his local tyrant gold.

If you own a horse, you must have matching equipment. Peterson is an expert in this regard. After working, Wang Bo processed a small number of documents, and then called to ask him to buy a saddle, water leech and the like.

Peterson laughed: "This job should be entrusted to me. Boss, find some time. I'll take you to my guy and pick a few. I ask you."

In the morning, Wang Bo had time. Hani watched him go out and waved, "Hello, the most relaxed mayor in New Zealand history. Hello. Goodbye, the most comfortable mayor in New Zealand history."

Wang Bo turned back: "Who do you call? Mr. Inspector, can you find a better mayor than I do and show it?"

Jokingly, he merged the old Peterson, and the two drove away to Austria.

Peterson, the old man who introduced him on the road, said: "I and the old Maxson met at the age of eight, guys at the age of eight! At that time, when I first came, he called me a nigger, and then I fiercely I beat him. The guy was an unruly kid. Later, he called me a nigger, and I still use his fists to clean him up fiercely ... "

After driving to Aocheng, the old cowboy led the way, and Wang Bo found a vintage shop near the city center.

He looked at the surrounding environment and said, "I seem to have been here, and I feel familiar here."

Peterson got out of the car and said, "Maybe, I heard the boss said you last bought a dress at a Chinese clothing store here?"

Pharaoh looked carefully, and really found the Chinese clothing store, so he closed his mouth silently, and one less person could know that he was idiot, so it would be better.

This saddlery store is called "Max's Handicraft Workshop". The store has been around for a long time. It is a wooden board room. I don't know how to paint the protective paint many times.

The store's door is the two movable small doors commonly used in Western American movies. People walk in and springs will pull them back again, making a creaking sound.

Entering the store, Wang Bo looked inwardly and couldn't help taking a breath.

This is really a serious horse shop, which is full of neat equestrian equipment, especially saddles, all hanging on the wall, there are hundreds of them, all colors, especially fancy.

On the other wall, there is a water chestnut. This is a tool set on the horse's head. Under the water chestnut is a neat shoe cabinet. There are many riding boots against the wall. Carrying the bright Spurs is very pleasing to the eye.

There are counters in the store, including cowboy hats, denim scarves, whip and even sabers. Wang Bo knows what cowboys can use, and he can find them here.

Entering this store, he felt a sense of chaos in time and space. It seemed to be back in the 1970s or 1980s. The posters on the wall were a little upset, and they were all very old things. understanding……

However, some posters have the movie title. Wang Bo looked at it in the past. He knew the trilogy of wild darts, golden darts and other darts. Most of them did not understand.

The store was empty and there were no one. He looked at the posters on the wall, while the old Peterson expertly walked into the counter, pulled out a drawer to take out the tobacco, and squeezed it into the pipe.

As the smoke filled, a rough old voice sounded from the back room: "Fack, **** nigger, come again to steal my shreds! Swear to God, I want to purify the world of Jehovah, I want to blast you with an old gun Ass! "

This passage is quite rude. According to Wang Bo's knowledge, if it is said to young black people, there must be a tragedy in this store.

Old Peterson was discolored, he slammed the wooden cabinet, and shouted, "Damn racism! Ubiquitous racism! Maxson, you old donkey, I have to teach you well."

An old man about his age came out, tall, white, with white hair and loose skin on his face, but he walked steadily, his eyes were like eagle eyes, and his folds were bright.

The old man was dressed in a cowboy costume with a short knife on his waist. When he stepped out, Peterson greeted him. Both men were aggressive, and they hugged each other fiercely. They patted each other's backs and made a muffled sound like a drum.

Wang Bo grinned. Is this a fight? Slap the back like this, the body bone can almost be smashed to the spine!

The old man is Maxson. After he separated, he laughed and laughed, "Old nigger, you're getting darker, but it looks like you have a lot of spirit, **** it, it seems you're going to die behind me."

Peterson smiled proudly: "Of course, my old man, I said that I would die behind you, and I would be your coffin maker, so be nice to me, otherwise I would fall on him, Makes you sleep uncomfortable! "

After listening to his words, Maxson frowned heavily: "Damn, the old witch was right. Some time ago I found an old gypsy witch to tell me fortune telling. She said I had Calamity ... "

"What's wrong, the grave was shaved or the bones made the rat scratch?"

"****! You fell into my bed! Haha!"

(To be continued.)