The Rein Of Heiwa

"what? failed?" Wang Dabiao was dumbfounded, but the golden mastiff still looked at him with that pair of paralysis face, and it seems that it was mocking.

"Try feeding a piece of meat?" He ran over to Xu Jiaming and asked for a large piece of raw beef. He threw it in front of the Tibetan mastiff and waited and saw. As a result, the golden mastiff did not even look at it.

"Well, I have heard people say that it seems that Tibetan mastiffs do not eat anything except what their owners feed." Xu Jiaming held the doorframe in one hand and turned his head and said.

"What should I do then?" Wang Dabiao's eyes turned to the black-haired Tibetan mastiff beside him, which looked smaller and more "emaciated" and released the entry skill again. This time the mastiff only let out a cry, and the trap was completely shattered.