Insufficient balance

  This time Zhao Fubo was furious, and the stinky horse that wouldn't listen no matter what he said glared at him from across the fence. Waving his arms, he shouted at the horse as if it were his own incompetent brother.

  "Hey, are you going to be reasonable or not? I've never seen a horse with such a bad temper as yours! You should learn from your older brother! Little Black Coal is not as difficult to talk to as you..."

  Martin looked at Zhao Fu's horse training and came to this conclusion: he had begun to suspect that his student's IQ was problematic.

  "This guy is a bit stupid!"

  Little John, however, seemed to appreciate Zhao Fu's performance and sat on the fence, peeling a big red fruit with a smile. It was given by Liu Yuan to Zhao Fu, except for making salad, most of them went into Little John's belly.

  "Hehe, if you can make it understand, then I...I..."

  Holding an apple in his hand, he suddenly couldn't say anything else, and after thinking for half a day with his head tilted, he still couldn't think of any words. On the other hand, Abduljemal, who had been speaking freely all along, came up with a powerful sentence.

  "Hum, what else can you do? You're already a person he bought. Are you going to marry him or not? I think your idea is a bit inappropriate. Men can't marry men, but if he's willing, would you...?"

  Little John's face suddenly changed as he sat on the fence, his face flushed with anger and a hint of embarrassment.

  "I've spoken to you, if you don't speak nobody will take you for a mute! Not speaking won't kill you, Zhē Mǎ ěr you, you, you..."

  Abdul Zemaer gave Little John a glance, he wasn't afraid of Little John, after all, everyone was bought by Zhao Fubo.

  Forced a new throat, learning from Little John's sharp voice, even putting on a woman's appearance.

  "I, I, I... what's wrong with me? Am I not right? You're already his, what else can you do, just marry him..."

  At this time, Martin was laughing so hard that he was pressing his eyelids with two fingers, as if his eyeballs would roll out if he didn't press them. His body in the wheelchair was shaking uncontrollably like it was having a seizure.

  Muk stared at their quarrel with a cold eye, and Martin's crazy laughter was somewhat inexplicable. The green eyes looked at Martin, then turned to Little John, with a thoughtful expression.

  It was Zhao Fubo who had originally been firing at his Flying Fire Beast, but now he too was drawn in by the topic of conversation between Xiao Yu and John.

  "Ah, running into such a dead horse, I'm already annoyed enough. You're still arguing, Zhē Mǎ ěr, shut up!"

  Having finished with Abdul-Jemal, he turned his face to comfort little John, who looked indignant.

  "Don't worry, he's just talking nonsense, I won't marry you, and I don't have that hobby either!"

  Little John may not understand that in the Song Dynasty, it was possible to have a concubine. In Zhao Fubo's heart, this kind of thing, Western barbarian small countries probably didn't have such elegant pastimes.

  Little did they know that under the heavens all was filthy and such things were not uncommon in the Western world at that time.

  But little did Abdul Zema know, he didn't get into trouble with Little John, but was instead provoked by Zhao Fubo. This time, he wasn't angry, but glared fiercely at Zhao Fubo, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

  "You... me... none of you are good people!"

  After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and left quickly, looking shy like a little girl.

  "It's all because of you, you're the one who ruined everyone's good mood. What's wrong with you? Can't you just talk things through nicely? Do you have to be so stubborn and unreasonable? If I don't teach you a lesson today, my name isn't Zhao Fubo!"

  As he spoke, Zhao Fubo rolled up his sleeves and climbed onto the wooden frame of the railing.

  The flying fire beast in the circle bared its teeth at him, also unable to speak, if it could speak, it would definitely say the following sentence.

  "Come on, little one! Brother here isn't afraid of you!"

  Listening to Zhao Fubo's declaration of war and his horse's baring of teeth in response, Martin began to worry.

  "These two guys are a bit crazy, we... Muk, I think you'd better prepare some medicine, or else I'm afraid it'll be too late!"

  When John heard Martin's words, he ran to the house where the medicine was placed. Muk saw this scene and rarely smiled at Martin, nodded his head towards Little John's back, and said two words.

  "Not too late!"

  At this time, Zhao Fubo jumped onto the fence and was about to launch his first attack on Fei Huo Ran Tian Shou.

  Before he could even get down from the fence, the horse had already turned around and lifted its two hind iron hooves to kick him.

  "Be careful...... Ah......"

  Martin shouted and then closed his eyes.

  That's the lifesaving ultimate skill of the horses, one kick and let alone Zhao Fubo's cowhide armor with iron armor underneath. Even if it were a full set of plate armor, he would probably still be dead.

  When he opened his eyes again, he patted his chest and finally felt at ease.

  This time Zhao Fubo was not as unguarded as last time, so when the two iron hooves flew over, he had already sat down on the ground in time, barely avoiding a fatal blow.

  "You little scamp is so ruthless! Alright, let's see who's more powerful!"

  Utterly enraged by the flying fire heavenly beast, Zhao Fubo suddenly sprang up from the ground. He stretched out his arm and pointed straight at the horse's neck, with an attitude of wanting to have a fierce confrontation with this wicked horse.

  The Flying Fire Beast was also somewhat surprised, wondering how this bastard managed to dodge its big move. Turning back to look, he saw that the other was pouncing over like a fierce tiger, and immediately moved his iron hooves to dodge to one side.

  Zhao Fubo, who had been knocked to the ground, struggled to get up and said two words to the vicious horse with his face almost flattened.

  "That's ruthless!"

  The fleeing fire flew back in a big circle, and on the horse's face there was mockery and anger, and the moving lips seemed to be saying something.

  "I knew you were up to no good!"

  It started by scraping the ground with its hooves, then took a few small steps to gain speed and immediately took off. The white crescent-shaped mark on the Flying Fire Beast's chest suddenly enlarged in Zhao Fubo's eyes as he stood up.

  Several people outside the fence, at this time their eyes were full of worry. If they were really hit this time, Zhao Fu would have to "fall" forever and never get up again.

  "That horse has gone mad!"

  Martin's heart was about to jump out, and he started hating these two idiots. How come they all fought so fiercely?

  "Oh no, my goodness! If this is true, my master will be done for! Where can I find a new master who won't forbid me from speaking?"

  "Zhou Ma, don't say anything more, okay?!"

  Little John, who ran back at the fastest speed, not only brought back the medicine for injuries but also brought splints. It seems that he has already determined that compared to the fierce Flying Fire Heaven Beast, Zhao Fubo is at an absolute disadvantage.

  In the arena, Zhao Fubo was half-bent at the waist, as if he were about to engage in close combat. At the moment when Fei Huo Ran Tian Beast collided with him, he rolled and dodged its attack.

  Hiding is hiding, but with a body and face full of dust and horse dung, still in disarray.

  The Flying Fire Beast suddenly stopped its momentum, and incredibly, it was able to turn a corner while charging. Its two large iron hooves lifted up and came crashing down towards Zhao Fubo, who was rolling on the ground.

  One kick, two bumps, three tramples - these are the horse's three great stunts. After fixing a target, kicking is enough to make even a lion submit. Although the horse's charge isn't as fast as a train, it's much more powerful than a motorcycle.

  A tall horse approached Zhao Fu Bo who was still lying on the ground, lifted its front legs high and trampled down towards him in a frenzy.

  Martin closed his eyes again, he couldn't bear to look anymore. The wolf-like Zhao Fu Bo hadn't even had time to straighten up when this chaotic trampling was about to leave him with broken bones and torn tendons.

  Mu Ke, who had been calm and composed all along, also climbed up the railing at this time, looking like he was going to help.

  "Don't come over, I'm fine!"

  Zhao Fubo's shout came over just in time to put everyone at ease, but when they looked around following the sound, they found that this guy was already hanging from the horse's neck.

  The Flying Fire Beast had never experienced such torture before, its entire body stood up, and it let out a loud roar nonstop.

  Zhao Fu-Bo was hung around its neck, two legs tightly clamped on the horse's neck.

  "I'm calling you crazy, I'm telling you to get angry with me again... Tell you to get angry with me..."

  Zhao Fubo shouted loudly, using force to tighten his arms and legs. His whole body was like an iron hoop, tightly compressing the trachea and blood vessels on the neck of the Flying Fire Heavenly Beast.

  The Flying Fire Beast that was still jumping and screaming loudly had its neck caught and slowly lost its strength.

  Always fierce, it suddenly became a little afraid. This guy who usually uses a fresh corn stalk to coax himself has now become a violent and cruel god who wants his life.

  The people who had been on edge the whole time were finally able to relax and let loose from the tension that had gripped their nerves. Either sitting on the fence or in wheelchairs, they now started to enjoy the wrestling match as a fun spectacle.

  Martin took a towel from Abdul Jamal and wiped the sweat off his face.

  "It's rare to see someone train a horse like that. I think it's enough, let them play slowly! Zhē Mǎ ěr, push me back to the lab, I still have a lot of work to do!"

  This was originally Little John's job, but unfortunately the man sitting on the fence seemed to have no intention of leaving. Martin had to put up with this talkative Abdul Cemal, who at least was a willing worker.

  Zhao Fubo did not know about Martin's departure, but he was indeed enraged by the Flying Fire Heavenly Beast, and a cold-blooded idea had formed in his heart.

  "I've been so good to you, but you're such a bastard, I'm going to kill you today!"

  Zhao Fubo was not a person who easily got angry, but when he really got annoyed, he only had one thought, which was to take the other person's life.

  As he exerted his strength, the Flying Fire Heaven Beast gradually couldn't withstand it.

  The trachea was tightly pinched, and breathing had become a problem. The blood supply to the brain was also cut off, making it feel more and more powerless.

  Especially, it has felt the increasingly strong killing intent on Zhao Fubo's body, which really frightened it. Compared to the lion's urine that enraged it that day, this is even more terrifying.

  All along, Zhao Fu Bo had been good to it, coaxing and spoiling it, no matter what. But when Zhao Fu Bo really got angry, it was truly frightened!

  "Is he not planning to want me, but rather planning to take my life?"