Happy Little Mayor

597.Knight Pharaoh

With luck, Wang Bo enlarged the draw, reached out and touched the dark horse king's head.

He hoped that the soul of the soul was also put into the Dark Horse King just now. The other party would allow him to contact. When he contacted these pets with the pet pet's heart through the sand table, it might be through the energy of the lord. The pets were more to him. Feel good.

However, ordinary animals have no such feeling.

This is the case of the Dark Horse King. The previous time he contacted the Mustang through the sandbox, the Dark Horse King would scare away. Still this time, still running away.

But the horse changed a lot. Wang Bo Yi stretched out his hand to touch it. This guy was honest, he was a little scared for the first time, and then he was touched again, he didn't care, he stood there nicely and let him Stroking.

Moreover, when Wang Bo touched his horse, he stretched a hind leg backwards, exposing a large section of the elder underneath ...

Pharaoh is so shameless. What is this? What the **** did he accept? I touch your head. It's normal for you to hiss. But what do you mean by touching your **** and spreading your legs?

It turned out that he couldn't change it, and was able to comfort himself with Ah Q's spirit: It's not easy. After such a long time, he finally tamed a horse.

Wang Bo sighed, and then he felt a bit silly before: Why did he want to tame the Mustang by himself? Isn't it waiting for a soul to be drawn? !!

"I'm really stupid," he complained again.

The commander who flew to the side was very energetic and picked up again: "Ah, you are a ****! Ah, run!"

One of Wang Bo's slippers flew over.

Anyway, after conquering a horse, Pharaoh is still looking forward to it, so early in the morning, after getting up and washing, he went out and ran into the car.

The overbearing president who was ready to run asked strangely, "Aren't you running?"

Wang Bo waved his hand: "Go and run by yourself, I will ride on horseback in the future!"

The overbearing president did not know where he was going crazy, shrugged and led his son to run away.

Driving to the ranch, he opened the door and blew a loud whistle.

The Mustangs rushed all at once, ‘Boom Boom’, hundreds of hoofs were stepping on the ground, and the power of the picture made the man's blood boil.

Seeing this scene, Wang Bo was full of joy: Finally, he finally waited for the day to ride the Dark Horse King!

Wang Bo greeted the wild horses with open arms. Under the leadership of the Dark Horse King, the group of horses ran, stopped not far from him, and looked at him expectantly.

"Come, my mount!" The Pharaoh shouted to the sun, "come to the master, let us conquer the earth! Let us feel the power of the wind!"

The wild horses kept blowing their noses, but none of them approached him. They looked forward to waiting for him to take out the delicious carrots. After a while, they found that no carrots were eaten. The wild horses left in pairs ...

The five-brown brown-yellow horse ran up to the car, blinked and looked through the window, and finally found that it did not have the carrot it expected, and then left, leaving Pharaoh a horse **** ...

Wang Bo was so annoyed that he ran to the fat and round yellow horse and called, "Come here for me!"

After all, the soul of the soul is useful. The five-horse yellow horse hesitated when he heard his order, and then blinked at him with a big eye.

Looking at the dark horse king's big eyes, how to look charming and charming, and then look at the soil fatness, how Wang Bo felt how his eyes looked so insignificant.

This yellow horse was the first wild horse to bow to him. To be honest, it looks bad, but it looks very spiritual and is the friendliest to humans.

Wang Bo reached out and stroked his head, looking at the first mount in his life.

This horse is a bit short. For example, the Black Horse King has a height of about one meter seven, looks tall and handsome, and is handsome. The horse is less than one meter six, and it is short because its four legs are a bit short.

Good horses are thin bones, especially the limbs need to be slender and slender.

Wang Bo began to understand this animal when he saw the Mustang. He knew that the legs of horse racing are very important organs. The attachment points of the tendons on the legs should be prominent, the muscles should be elongated, and the levers on the limbs should be long and powerful. The contours of joints and tendons should be obvious.

Looking at this horse, it doesn't know how to grow. There are four short and thick legs, and the muscles are not long, but long. The Achilles tendon attachment points, joints and the like can be seen at all.

Whether viewed from the front or from the side, this yellow horse looks like a gimmick in a mustang, or a strong gimmick.

"Oh Nima, how can you grow into this?" Pharaoh clapped his **** helplessly.

Huang Ma immediately proficiently stretched a hind leg backwards, and put on a **** posture picked by Ren Jun ...

Pharaoh finally realized the feeling of crying without tears.

However, Huang Ma was very clever. As soon as he wept, the guy rubbed his chest with his head and stuck his tongue out to lick him.

Wang Bo was amused by its enthusiasm. He pushed the horse's head and looked at the horse's eyes up close. He suddenly found something new: The guy's eyes seemed to be very happy.

"I have to give you a name." After all, he accepted the yellow horse, the so-called horse of his own choice, and had to ride it with tears.

"How about calling Tufeiyuan?" Wang Bo said with great gusto.

The yellow horse snorted and looked at him curiously and cheerfully.

"No response? That's called local gold?" Wang Bo grinned while looking at his yellow hair. In fact, its hair color is not ugly. It is very pure golden yellow, but it is uneven and a bit rough, so look away. Doesn't look good.

The sun would shine on the yellow horse, and he felt a little golden.

The yellow horse continued to blow its nose, and this time it responded, and it moved happily in place.

"Beauty stands on tiptoe called Swan Dance, Ugly than stands on tiptoe called Pingsha Luoyan buttocks. Just like that, those horses are called dressage, how about you? What is your name?" Wang Bo laughed.

Although the tyrant gold is not beautiful, but it can bring a lot of happiness, Pharaoh thinks that this is also very good.

Of course, the most important thing is to ride. Wang Bo patted Tu Hao Jin's shoulders to prepare it, and then rubbed his shoulder blades with both hands, and got up and jumped up.

Sitting on the back for the first time, the local tyrant Jin was a little scared, and wanted to stand up subconsciously.

Wang Bo quickly hugged his shoulders and stretched his hands to caress its short neck. He called, "Relax, local tyrant, relax, this is how the host loves you ..."

The local tyrant is good and has a strong ability to bear pressure. It quickly adapted to the state of someone on its back and took a few quick steps.

The short limbs also have the advantage of stubbyness. Wang Bo feels that his one hundred and forty-five pounds is hanging on this guy, it is not stressed at all!

Hey, this is a good time. I'm a knight myself. Pharaoh is proud. He reached out and patted his hands on the tyrant's golden ass, and said, "Fill me!" (To be continued.)