Happy Little Mayor

Seeing this, Ma Long was always relieved: "The tyrant gold is a very good leader. It has a strong commanding power by nature. If he steps on the field, it will surprise everyone."

Wang Bo understood what Malone meant, and he asked, "Do you want to take local tyrants to participate in horse racing?"

Ma Long took a deep look at local tyrant Jin, and said from the side: "It should let the world know, what is speed and explosive power, what is not to take horses by appearance!"

Local tyrant Jin played with the ponies for a while, and his body was stained with some miscellaneous hair. Ma Long walked over to pick up the soft brush to clean it up.

Wang Bo thoughtfully said, "I think, Malone wants to play again? But he is so old, it is impossible, am I wrong?"

Peterson stood up and said, "No, you didn't understand it wrong. He just wanted to go on the field, he already wanted to go on the field!"

Horse trainers are not the same as equestrians, such as the equestrian competitions in the Olympic Games, there are many old knights on horseback.

But horse racing is about speed and explosive power. Horse trainers are all eating youth. Malone should have left this stage at this age.

"Why does he still want to participate in the competition? Don't tell me he can't live without the horse." Wang Bo said.

Peterson replied: "Because he wants to prove to some people, he is still the best horse trainer, and he can still win the championship when he goes to the field!"

"Why? Why?"

"It's a long story. Everyone has a story. Do you think that the old guy Malone is always smiling kindly now? In fact, he was an unruly guy when he was young."

"Malong has won many people. When he was young, he had a bad temper. He told his opponents some bad words. I once heard you say a Chinese saying that is called Feng Shui.

"Although his opponents rarely won him at the time, these people later married and had children. Most of the children inherited their family business and are now active on the field."

"Malone was single for his entire life. He had no children. Later, when the descendants of these people came on the field, he could only watch off the field."

"It didn't matter at all. As a result, those who have lost to him have humiliated him with this. Maloney was angry, and he carefully cultivated a student."

"As a result, his student was easily bought and turned against him! This is the most humiliating thing in Malone's life, so he dreamed of going back to the stadium again, going to the championship, and shutting up those who humiliated him. ! "

Wang Bo didn't expect this story. He looked at Ma Long's back and felt that the little old man who liked to smile seemed pitiful.

Ma Long softly combed the hair of the local tyrant Jin, and local tyrant Jin enjoyed staying beside him, snoring from time to time, like a child cuddling with him.

Finally, when Malone brushed his entire body, he arched his skinny face with his head, and flung his limbs to run happily.

Wang Bo asked Ma Long: "You like local tyrants very much."

"I like horses. Tyrant gold is the best horse, so of course I like it very much." Malone laughed.

"We all like horses ..."

"No, we all like it, but the meaning of this likeness is different." Malone interrupted him, "I would like to have horses as companions and live with them, not with people."

"Why?" Wang Bo asked strangely.

Malone smiled and said, "Because horses are always horses, and people, sometimes they are not people!"

Wang Bo guessed that he remembered the betrayal of the proud student. He asked, "If the local tyrant is on the field, what kind of ranking can it get now?"

"Being able to sweep the New Zealand arena, there will be some pressure in Australia but you can still win. If you go to Europe or the United States, it will be more difficult to win." Malone said.

Wang Bo said in surprise: "It hasn't received formal training, can it be so powerful?"

Talent is important, but not the most important. Professionalism, whether it is human or animal, is not comparable to non-professionalism.

Ma Longdao: "As long as you concentrate on training for half a year, local tyrants can sweep Europe and the United States, and win all championships! I am confident!"

Wang Bo hesitated and said, "Where is the jockey? Who is used to be the jockey?"

Ma Long looked at the local tyrant Jin and said firmly, "I!"

Wang Bodao: "But you should understand that as you get older, the sport is a bit stressful for you."

Malone looked at him with no smile on his face, only seriousness: "I'm really a little older, but I'm the most suitable guy to cooperate with Tyrant Gold! The two of us together will definitely win countless championships!"

Wang Bo licked his lips and said, "Well, I believe you. In this case, where is a professionally trained horse farm? Send the local tyrant gold, it is time to make it show up in the world."

After hearing this, Ma Long was overjoyed: "Would you like to let the local tyrants take part in horse racing?"

"I want you to win more championships!"

Malone laughed: "Hahaha, Boss! Hahaha, thank you for your appreciation and support! Within three years, two grand slams! If I can't use this result to repay you and local gold, then I will Will not come to Sunset Town! "

This is a bit serious. Wang Bo doesn't know what the Grand Slam in horse racing means, but no matter what sport, the Grand Slam is the highest honor.

He said he didn't have to be so serious, and Malone waved his hand to interrupt his comfort: "If you can't win a race with Ferrari and a bunch of Holden cars, it only means that the racer is garbage!"

"Oh, by the way, in addition to the local tyrants, the Dark Horse King is also going to participate in the competition. It has the strength to compete with the local tyrants, and in this way it can force the strongest local tyrants." The old horse trainer added.

Wang Bo hasn't seen the Dark Horse King for a while, so he wants to ride it.

Ma Long looked in front of the stables and whistled at the Dark Horse King. He waved and said, "Hey, girl, come out. It's time to play."

The Dark Horse King looked at him proudly and stubbornly. He lowered his head and grasped the door bolt with his mouth. He pulled back first and then picked up, and easily opened the wooden door and came out.

Bowen was dumbfounded: "Will it drive on its own?"

Ma Long grinned and said, "It will be a long time ago. I remember only four or five demonstrations, and he and the local goldman learned to open the door by themselves."

"However, the local tyrant Jin always refused to stay in the stables honestly, and from time to time he opened the door and ran out to play. The Dark Horse King would stay in it quietly, only by giving instructions to it, it would come out."

After this period of development, the Dark Horse King has become taller and more burly. Its horsehair is dark and black, standing in the sun, the light shining on it seems to be unstable, and it slides like water.

The little ponies were shocked when they saw it! (To be continued.)

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