Happy Little Mayor

After soaking in deerskin and oil overnight, the two sets of horses are ready to use.

Wang Bo specially took Eva, Little Lolly and others to the racecourse to let them watch their heroic poses today.

Little Loli rode in her beloved pumpkin cart, and the cart-wheel drove across the potty grass. Little Loli rummaged inside and out like bread.

Zhuang Ding, Xiao Wang and his party followed in a mighty manner. The army commander and political commissar were flying around in the sky, and the momentum was huge.

After getting a set of horses, Wang Bo felt that the texture of the main and shoulder poles was still very different. Maxson laughed: "Of course, lard is not aqua regia. How can it work in one night?"

"But it does not affect the use." Malone comforted Pharaoh.

Pharaoh booed: "I know it doesn't affect the use, but I'm a Virgo and strive to be perfect."

"Then you have to wait a month or more?"

After hearing this, Virgo-Virgin immediately didn't demand perfection, and started working today!

The local tyrant Jin and the Dark Horse King regarded the stables as their territory. Wang Bo opened the door between the horses, and they ran over and got in, which was a scramble.

Malone came over with a pair of scissors, and local tyrant Jin stared at him vigilantly, slowly taking small steps on the spot, and at the same time constantly blowing his nose.

Wang Bo hurriedly asked, "Hey, what are you doing? Don't bring this over. Tyrant gold has been cut. It will be nervous when it sees this thing, be careful it will attack you."

Malone handed the scissors to Pharaoh and said, "Come on your own, and cut a little horsehair from its mane or tail."

Wang Bo did, and he knew that Malone would not be okay to arrange him to do so.

Facing him, local tyrant Jin was very trusting, and the tension gradually eased.

After getting the long hair on the horse's tail, Malone braided it on the top of the rod like a braid. He made a hole in the tip of the wooden rod. This horsehair pigtail.

The horsehair was tied in a bow at last, and Wang Bo threw away the horse rod. The horsehair was standing on the pole like a black dragonfly fluttering and dancing with the wind.

Wang Bo thought it was for decoration, but Ma Long signaled that he was drenched in the urine of Tyrant Gold's horse.

"It's a bit disgusting," he said.

Ma Longdao: "The tyrant gold is a bully in the herd of horses. If you have the taste of a horse, it can deter those wild horses. This is what it does."

Hani and his son followed, and he wanted to act in front of his son, and when he saw it, he laughed and said, "Do you want to bring the Mustang to the stable? Why don't you have to be so troublesome."

"Do you have any good ideas?"

Hani took a bunch of carrots out and shook his hands. "Let's see how intellectuals catch wild horses. Learn them. This is called horse fishing."

Then he threw a carrot out.

The attracted wild horses swarmed up, rushing to eat the delicious carrots.

Hani walked back and threw another one, so the herd of horses continued to flock and ate another.

In this way, Hani threw wild horses all the way and rushed all the way, and soon approached the stables.

At this time, Hani threw the remaining carrots into the stables and beckoned, "Come on, beloved children, come in quickly, and you will be full when you come in."

As a result, the Broncos stopped fighting, they stopped involuntarily, looked at the stables with big eyes, and turned and ran away happily.

The summer wind blew through, and Hani messed up in the wind.

Loud laughter spread through the stables, and Wang Bo said, "Is that how intellectuals catch wild horses? I asked, but fortunately I'm not an intellectual, come on!"

With a loud shout, he sat on the horse's bridle and sat on the back of Tyrant Gold, and waved forward fiercely: "Tirant King, rush! Grab that beautiful little mare first!"

Tyrant gold turned into a shell again, and his limbs fluttered and flew out.

Ma Long chased behind the Dark Horse King. Although the Dark Horse King had long limbs and beautiful body lines, his running speed was not as good as that of the local tyrants, especially in terms of explosive power.

The tyrant gold four small short legs have a very high stride frequency. The leg muscle lines are particularly obvious when running, full of beauty of strength.

The Mustangs still don't know what will be waiting for them, waiting one by one very honestly, they are used to living with the tyrant golden black horse king.

After approaching, Wang Bo easily put the leather cord on the rod on the long face of a black wild horse.

The black wild horse felt uncomfortable. He shook his head and shook his head to get rid of the piso, but it was too difficult. Piso used a camp-knot, and pulled the rod back.

"Roar!" The Pharaoh growled, "give me a blue sky

A rising sun

Give me a piece of green grass

Stretch into the distance

Give me an eagle

A mighty man

Give me a horse

He is in his hands ... "

The tyrant gold is strong, and Wang Bo is also strong. The black wild horse can't run away after being caught in a piping sleeve. It struggles to escape the restraint, but it can't shake his head.

In this way, it ran, Wang Bofu was on the back of Tyrant Gold, holding the stable in his left hand and holding the rod tightly in his right hand, controlling the black wild horses as slack as fishing.

The black mustang ran for a while, and his physical strength was consumed a lot, and the speed gradually slowed down by two.

Tyrant Gold was dissatisfied. It was uncomfortable with the reins. Because Wang Bode followed the direction of the black Mustang, he kept pulling the reins to control the Tyrant Gold.

And when did the tyrant gold eat soil behind the same ass? Furious, it suddenly rushed to the black wild horse, opened his mouth and took a hard sip on its butt!

The black wild horse was in pain, and suddenly came to his feet. Wang Bo hurriedly relaxed the rod. He was worried that he would drag the wild horse down.

As soon as he was relaxed and the problem arose, the Mustang speeded up sharply after landing, and then dragged his set of horses and ran them.

Ma Long rode behind the Dark Horse King and laughed, "Boss, you can't do this, you can't relax unless you hold it in your hands!"

Wang Bo asked aloud, "What now? The pole is lost!"

Ma Longdao: "It doesn't matter, it will always stop, and pick it up at that time."

Wang Bo patted Tu Hao Jin's head toward the black Mustang. The original intention was to follow it, but Tu Hao Jin understood to attack it. He did not hesitate to run over and jumped up and struck the black Mustang with his front hoof.

The black wild horse was in pain, but did not dare to resist, and lowered its head to run.

Its explosiveness, speed and flexibility are far less than that of the local gold medal. Where can it go?

The tyrant gold was gnawing and biting, and soon the black mustang was honest, and his grievance stood there, he didn't understand where he had caused the overlord.

In this way, it was easy to bring the wild horse into the stable again. Without the need to set a rod, the tyrant gold was put into the stable just like the prisoner was released.

(To be continued.)