The meaning couldn't be clearer, lose and you'll be dissected!
And Xia Weibao...
Zhuang Xuejun's eye twitched hard, as she saw Xia Weibao with her big belly, holding a cellphone with one hand that was playing a wildly popular recording from a while ago.
"Dog Meat Soup is made from dog meat..."
With the other hand holding a whip, she slapped it on the ground with a loud crack, producing a hair-raising sound.
The long stretch of road ahead had a long trail of water, extending all the way to the pit bull at the end.
The pit bull was standing at the finish line, trembling and peeing...
Zhuang Xuejun exclaimed, even urinating in fear, Baby, just how fierce are you!
Such a fierce dog scared like this.
Looking at the others, they're not much better, especially Hepburn, whose eyes have changed with fear.
So pitiful.
"What are you guys doing." Zhuang Xuejun walked over.
Seeing her arrive, Xia Weibao's eyes lit up, "Xuejun, you're here. We're racing dogs."
Dog racing?
