Beauty Comprehensive 1999

Chapter 249 Red Cloud Tribe

"Haha! Boss, I'll leave the women to you and Bill, and leave this pretty boy with glasses to me! I like him, look at how thin his waist is! His buttocks are also strong, and his face is pretty!"

As Shaq spoke, he looked at Aizen with his eyes as if he had licked his entire body.

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

This person is so perverted!

Bill on the other side also nodded in agreement:

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

Shaq said with a you-know-what expression on his face:

"Bill, you know how to play. Such a tender man must be more comfortable to play with than those big rotten waiters in the old Hawke's Tavern. Look at the thin skin and tender flesh. It must be very strong and strong when pinched!"

I can't wait any longer, how about we get together later?"

The boss next to him, Jack, finally couldn't hold it in any longer after hearing this, and spat and cursed:

"Fake! Shaq, you ****, I won't go bathing in the river with you next time..."

Although he had known that his companion's interests were different, Jack Thomson did not expect that this guy was so perverted. If he was so lewd to a woman, he would still be able to accept it. After all, he would be very slutty when he saw a woman.

But when it comes to men like this, even Jack, the leader of the Thompson gang who kills without batting an eye and has scalped dozens of natives, would find it unbearable!

When the third gangster Bill saw his boss's reaction, he laughed and said:

"Hahaha! I have long seen that Shaq's favorite thing every time is to stare at your butt, boss. Be careful of being fucked by him one day..."

When Jack heard this, he immediately cursed:

"Bill, are you the only one who accepts both sexes when you are no longer good? You should really let Shaq clean up your stinky mouth..."

Seeing these three guys acting loose, vulgar, and chattering promiscuously, they didn't mean to take the two substitutes seriously at all. Xie Zihao also understood in his heart that it was true that neither Itachi nor Aizen seemed to be a deterrent.

If a person doesn't take action, he doesn't seem to have any fighting ability at all.

Not to mention that he is only a teenager in appearance, has a short and thin body, and has a very androgynous appearance. He looks like a sickly weasel. Normally speaking, he is the kind of sickly boy who can be knocked down with just one push.

Aizen is tall enough, and he looks like he has broad shoulders and narrow waist. In fact, what is hidden under the wide robe is a strong and muscular figure when he is undressed.

But I can’t help it, he looks slimmer in his clothes!

Moreover, as a Shinigami, Aizen's skin is fair and delicate, unlike men of this era, and even better than most women. Coupled with his elegant glasses and warm masculine disguise, this person in the Shinigami world

The big boss behind the scenes looked like a gentle scholar or a wealthy young man with no experience in the world, but he did not arouse the vigilance of these gangsters at all.

In fact, these three guys are illiterate and have little knowledge. Coupled with the limitations of the times, otherwise ordinary people would definitely wonder why such outstanding figures appeared deep in the grasslands of this dangerous federal plains?

Xie Zihao was acting like a role-player at this time, so he was teased and raped by a rough and arrogant man. Even though he had a calm personality, he couldn't help but slap him three times.

A strong impulse from a hundred meters away.

I saw him chuckle, put his hand into his arms, grasped the Zanpakutō that was manifested through the power of his mind, and was about to take action. The three gangsters were also talking and laughing, holding guns and 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, a loud whistle sounded suddenly, followed by the sound of horse hooves and whistles and shouts in an unknown language.

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

Apparently they were surrounded.

Boss Jack's voice suddenly became panicked, and he immediately shouted:

"Damn it, it's those Indians, find cover quickly..."

Although the three bounty hunters are a little ignorant, they are not ignorant fools. They have been wandering in the wilderness of the Midwest all year round. They understand that with just three of them and a few guns, they can face a group of at least a dozen people.

For the above number of Indian cavalry soldiers, even if the opponent uses cold weapons, the more than five times difference in numbers will easily cause them to overturn and surrender here.

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

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. Although the number may not be too many, it is very important for those who come to the West to make a living.

It was also a great threat to the pioneers.

The trio, who had always been the only one to scalp the natives, did not want to be scalped by the natives here. They would probably be scalped alive by the other party in retaliation. For a moment, fear surged into their hearts.

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

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

It is impossible to escape on horseback. The other party has dozens or twenty horses. They must have been recharging their energy and lurking there for a long time. After traveling a long distance, your own horse must not be as strong as the other party. If you are caught up with no danger to defend, it will be a dead end.

It is better to use the cover of the caravan to fight to the death and still have some hope of survival.

The other two accomplices may not have thought so at first, but after seeing the boss's actions, they obviously reacted quickly. They have been wandering in the western wilderness for several years, so they still have this experience to judge.

At this time, the two sides had entered the fighting range, and the bounty hunter's gun was the first to fire. Unfortunately, due to nervousness or bad luck, the first shot did not hit the enemy, but just missed 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 fog instantly enveloped the battlefield, and everyone within the range of the white fog, whether they were indigenous soldiers, the three bandits, or their horses, were confused.

The battlefield became very quiet for a while.

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

So he revealed the instrument of the Five Clouds Confusion Immortal Obstacle Technique.

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

"It seems that these people are easier to control than people in reality! Is it because they are creatures in the dream world?"

At this time, in the fog, the pendant on the chest of a tall and strong aboriginal warrior suddenly flashed with red light, allowing the warrior's consciousness to break free from the control of the fog. He raised his spear with a hint of fear, and

To sprint forward.

But the front of him was covered by fog, but there were no enemies.

Suddenly a cry came from behind, stopping the warrior's impulse. Even the mist of the magic weapon could not block the voice.

Xie Zihao had already seen and understood that the aboriginal people who set up traps and ambush also had extraordinary power, so he couldn't help but curiously said:

"I don't mean any harm. I wonder if I can come out and see you?"

Then there was silence for a few seconds, and then a slightly older voice said in a somewhat lame language:

"Are you a white priest? Let my people go, and I will let you and your companions go..."

Then he said sharply:

"If you harm my people, our Red Cloud Tribe and the entire Seven Color Flame Alliance will not let you go. I have memorized your aura, and the great gods will avenge us..."

It’s Double Twelve! I still have to buy something, after all, it’s cheaper.

(End of chapter)