Beauty Comprehensive 1999

Chapter 249 Red Cloud Tribe
"Haha! Boss, leave the women to you and Bill, and leave this boy with glasses to me! I like him, look at how thin his waist is! His leather buttocks are also strong, and his face looks good too!"

While talking, Shaq looked at Aizen with his eyes as if he had licked Aizen's whole body.

That sticky sight made Xie Zihao's body tremble in reality.

This man is so perverted!
Bill on the other side also nodded in agreement:

"It is indeed more handsome than the rich young masters in the east that we have seen. I feel that the waitresses in the tavern are not as good-looking as this guy!"

Shaq said with a look on his face that you understand me:
"Bill, you know how to play. Such a tender man must be tighter than those battered big taverns in the old Hawker's tavern. Look at the thin skin and tender meat, they must be firm and vigorous Son! I can't wait to pierce him with a spear, why don't we come together later?"

The boss next to him, Jack, finally couldn't hold back when he heard the words, and spat and cursed:
"Fake! Shaq, you XX, I won't go bathing in the river with you next time..."

Although he knew that his companion had different interests, Jack Thomson didn't expect this guy to be so perverted. He could accept being so obscene with women, after all, he would be flirtatious when he saw a woman.

But for a man like this, even Jack, the leader of the Thompson gang who killed dozens of natives without blinking an eye, would find it unbearable!
Seeing his boss's reaction, the third gangster, Bill, laughed and said:
"Hahaha! I've known for a long time that Shaq's favorite thing to do every time is to stare at your ass, Boss, be careful that one day he will fuck you..."

Jack heard the words and immediately cursed:
"Bill, you quick shooter, isn't it because your stuff is no longer good enough for both men and women? You should really let Shaq's big guy clean up your stinky mouth..."

Seeing the slutty and vulgar appearance of these three guys, and their sloppy chatter, Xie Zihao also understood that neither Itachi nor Aizen seemed to have much deterrent power. If an individual doesn't do anything, it doesn't look like he has any fighting power at all.

Not to mention the appearance of the itachi who is only in his teens, short and thin, and has a neutral appearance and looks like a sick child. Normally speaking, he is the kind of sick and weak boy who can be pushed down.

Aizen was tall enough, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, but in fact, hidden in the wide robe was a strong figure with undressed flesh.

But I can't stand him looking thinner in clothes!
And as the god of death, Aizen's skin is also fair and delicate, which is different from the men of this era, even better than most women, and with the gentle glasses and warm masculine disguise, this god of death's world From the outside, the big boss behind the scenes looks like a well-mannered scholar, or an inexperienced rich young master, which did not arouse the vigilance of these gangsters at all.

In fact, these three guys are all illiterate and have little knowledge, coupled with the limitations of the times, otherwise ordinary people will definitely doubt why such an outstanding person appears in the depths of the dangerous grassland of the Federal Great Plains?
Xie Zihao at this time is equivalent to role-playing, so he was molested by a rough man who is both sloppy and sloppy, and his eyes are regarded as rape. Even if his personality is as calm as his, he can't help but slap him 300 times. Mi Yuan's strong impulse.

Seeing him chuckle, he put his hand into his bosom, holding the Zanpakuto manifested through spiritual power, and was about to strike, while the three gangsters were also talking and laughing, holding guns and vaguely surrounding the two of them on the carriage. The situation on both sides seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud whistle, followed by the sound of horseshoes and whistles in an unknown language.

The sound came from both sides of the road, and figures could already be seen jumping out from behind the mounds covered by weeds in the distance, screaming and holding weapons while riding on war horses and galloping towards the convoy.

Apparently they were surrounded.

The voice of the boss Jack suddenly panicked, and immediately shouted:

"Damn it, it's the Indians, take cover..."

Although the three bounty hunters are a little ignorant, they are not fools who don't know anything. They have wandered in the wilderness of the Midwest all year round and they understand that with just three of them and a few guns, facing a group of at least a dozen The above number of Indian cavalry fighters, even if the opponent uses cold weapons, the difference in the number of more than five times can easily cause them to overturn and confess here.

After all, the three of them only had one revolver, and the others were single-shot flintlocks.

What's more, as many Westerners have continued to sell muskets to these indigenous tribes for profit or other reasons over the years, many aboriginal tribes also have muskets in their hands. It is also a great threat to the pioneers.

The trio, who had always been the only ones who scalped the natives, didn't want to be scalped by the natives here. They might be scalped alive by the other party in retaliation, and fear surged into their hearts for a while.

Faced with this dangerous situation, Xie Zihao did not panic at all, and sat in front of the caravan as before, as if he was a spectator and was not surrounded at all.

Seeing that the surrounding aborigines were less than 50 meters away from him and the others, Jack Thomson immediately hid behind the car.

It is impossible to escape on horseback. The opponent has more than ten or twenty horses, and it is estimated that they have recharged their energy and ambushed there for a long time. My horse must not be as strong as the opponent after a long journey. It's better to use the cover of the caravan to fight to the death, and there is still some hope of surviving.

Perhaps the other two accomplices didn't think so at the first time, but after seeing the boss's actions, they obviously quickly realized that they have both been wandering in the western wilderness for several years, so there is still some experience to judge.

At this time, the two sides had entered the fighting range, and the bounty hunter's gun fired first. Unfortunately, due to nervousness or bad luck, the first shot did not hit the enemy, but only brushed the opponent's horse.

But Xie Zihao didn't want a killing to interfere with his exploration of the world, so he waved his hand,
A layer of mist instantly enveloped the battlefield, and all the people within the range of the white mist, whether they were native warriors or the three bandits, including their horses, fell into confusion.

The battlefield became very quiet for a while.

Since it is a dream world, although everything in it is real, Xie Zihao can easily manifest the things that exist in reality and imagination through the power of the mind.

So he revealed the instrument of the upside-down five-cloud obsession and immortal barrier method.

Observing the power of the magic weapon temporarily manifested, Xie Zihao thought to himself:

"It seems that these people are better controlled than those in reality! Is it because they are the creatures of the dream world?"

At this time, the pendant on the chest of a tall and strong aboriginal soldier in the fog suddenly flashed red light, which made the soldier's consciousness break free from the control of the fog. To sprint forward.

But his front was covered by fog, but there were no enemies.

A shout suddenly came from behind, stopping the warrior's impulse, even the fog of the magic weapon could not block the voice.

Xie Zihao had already seen that the aborigines who knew how to lay traps and ambushes also had extraordinary power, so he couldn't help but curiously said:
"I have no malicious intentions, I wonder if I can come out and see?"

Then there was silence for a few seconds, and a slightly old voice said in a somewhat crappy whisper:

"Are you the priest of the white people? Let my people go, I let you and your companions go away..."

Then he said sharply:
"If you hurt my people, our Red Cloud Tribe and the entire Seven-Color Flame Alliance will not let you go. I have already remembered your aura, and the great gods will avenge us..."

　Double Twelve!I still have to buy something, after all, it can be cheaper.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)