Little Red Riding Hood?
When Rhode heard the name, his expression suddenly became tense.
He looked at the 36D long-legged black stockings queen in front of him with a numb look in his eyes.
You're telling me this is Little Red Riding Hood?
How could he not see the connection with Little?
"Wait, my mind is a bit confused now."
Rod rubbed his forehead.
The grandmother in the forest, the mature and plump Little Red Riding Hood, and those dangerous werewolves.
What about the hunter?
If I am not mistaken, it should be the village chief.
So, this is a fairy tale world?
This joke is a bit too big, and he can't accept it for a while.
No, how can a good magical world suddenly become a fairy tale world?
Man-eating werewolves, sexy Little Red Riding Hood, and hunters full of calculations.
This is a fairy tale world?
An adult fairy tale, right!
Something is wrong, very wrong.
Rod gently stroked the revolver at his waist, and his expression returned to his previous calmness and indifference.
Now, he is the one who takes the initiative.
Who cares if he is a werewolf or a wolf grandmother.
Under the spray gun, all beings are equal.
If there is something that can't be solved with one shot, then shoot again.
Two shots in the chest and one shot in the head.
Even the gods would shake their heads.
After calming down, Rod glanced at the adult version of Little Red Riding Hood.
"Let's go, we don't have much time."
Looking at the dim forest, Rhodes muttered softly.
"At night, there are still important things to do."
The important things he was talking about were naturally hunting the werewolves in this forest.
Most werewolves hide during the day and come out at night, so it is too difficult to find werewolves during the day.
However, at night, all the werewolves living near the village will run out.
At that time, what he needs to do is to clean up all these werewolves that have run out one by one.
After taking a look at the ammunition in the portable space, Rhodes was somewhat fortunate that he had prepared enough before.
Three boxes of shotgun bullets cost him a lot of dollars.
Although there are many werewolves in the forest, the number is only dozens at most.
With his ammunition reserves, even if he shoots ten shots at a werewolf, there will still be a lot left.
""Good brother, I really don't know how to thank you!"
Little Red Riding Hood showed a grateful expression.
She took Rod to the outside of the village.
Thank you?
Rod looked at the attractive figure dimly.
Isn't this the best thank you gift?
There is no free lunch in the world.
There may be selfless good people, but it is definitely not him.
On the forest path, the dense branches and leaves drove away the last trace of heat.
Rod followed Little Red Riding Hood and went to the so-called grandmother's house.
The familiar route confirmed his guess.
Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother was the old man he met last night.
"What a coincidence."
Feeling the prying eyes around him, Rhode glanced at them and raised his lips slightly.
Twenty minutes later, a wooden house came into view.
"We are here. My grandmother lives in front of us."
Little Red Riding Hood, who was cheerful and cheerful, pointed at the wooden house in front and shouted.
Her innocent look made Rhode a little confused.
How could this innocent woman with a girlish mind have any relationship with the werewolf?
Rhode shook his head.
At this time and this place, he didn't believe that there was no relationship at all.
At most, she was either aware or unaware.
Arriving at the wooden house, Little Red Riding Hood couldn't wait to knock on the door.
"Grandma, I am Little Red Riding Hood, are you home?"
""It's Little Red Riding Hood, the door is not closed, come in."
A deep voice came from inside the house.
Little Red Riding Hood didn't think much and pushed the door open.
Rod frowned.
This voice seemed different from the old man he met yesterday.
"Something is wrong."
Rod was slightly alert and followed Little Red Riding Hood into the wooden house.
The wooden house was not big, with a big bed in the corner.
A thick quilt was covering the bed, and under the quilt was the outline of a human figure.
"Grandma, how is your illness?"
Little Red Riding Hood put the fruit in her hand on the table and walked to the bed with concern.
"I feel much better seeing you. Did you bring any friends with you?"
A dull voice came from under the quilt.
"Yes, he is a kind-hearted older brother who was afraid that I would be in danger in the forest alone, so he came with me to see you."
Upon hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood smiled brightly.
"There are still such kind people, bring it here for grandma to see."
It was still the same dull voice, but this time it sounded a little anxious.
Little Red Riding Hood turned around and looked at Rod hopefully.
"OK!"
"Grandma, please take a good look."
Rod raised his lips slightly and walked to the bed.
"good...Good smell..."
The sound under the quilt was intermittent, as if something was being suppressed.
As Rhodes walked to the bed, the suppressed sound finally could no longer be restrained, and became hoarse and rough.
"good...It smells so good! I can't help it!"
Tear!"
Sharp claws tore the quilt, and a hairy werewolf in pajamas jumped out from under the quilt.
Saliva was secreted from its fangs, and its eyes were hungry.
What greeted it were two dark muzzles.
""Your bloody and wolfish smell can be smelled from a kilometer away."
Rhode narrowed his eyes, expressionless.
Without hesitation, he fired two shots directly into the werewolf's chest.
The huge impact force directly threw the werewolf away and crashed into the wall.
Click!
With a flick of his hand, two bullets were skillfully loaded into the shotgun.
Two shots were fired again without any interval.
Bang! Bang!
One shot to the chest, one shot to the head.
The marbles, like flowers scattered by fairies, directly shattered the fragile wooden house.
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