Winder's movements made the succubus-like woman mistakenly think that there was a play, but in the next moment, Winder conjured two more silver coins and stuffed them between the towering peaks of the two of them.

It's not that they mean to breathe, but the two of them are quite scantily dressed, and there is really no place to put it.

At the same time, he smiled and said, "But next time, I just came here and just want to take a good rest." ”

Catwoman covered her mouth and smiled, "You look very energetic." ”

However, it was useless, Wende left the two of them very resolutely, and gestured to Charlie, whose eyes were straight, "Let's go, I don't want to see here." ”

Charlie didn't come back to his senses immediately, and the two women who walked out of the Pink Hotel were not what he usually wanted to see. He subconsciously responded, but his gaze still couldn't be taken back.

Winder nudged him angrily, "Let's go!" When he turned around again, he found that the front was suddenly blocked.

The people who came were six men who could be considered strong, all of them with certain bestial characteristics.

Winder had a vague impression of them, and it seemed that he was looking out from the hotel gate, but for some reason he suddenly ran out.

Wende tilted his head and smiled at the two women just now: "You guys don't consume here, and your feelings won't let you go?" ”

The succubus-like woman was a little nervous, "They are also our guests. ”

Then he wanted to say something more, but one of the six people stared at him with a bald head and a nose like horns, "Here is a place for you to speak?!" ”

The woman suddenly became agitated, opened her mouth and failed to make a sound.

Maybe it was scared, or maybe it was because he realized that these people were not easy to provoke, so he wanted to protect himself.

Winder didn't care, but asked the people for confirmation, "So, you're here to find me?" ”

The bald head snorted and looked Winder up and down, "You're the kid who was brought back by the Red Rakshasa?" He said that he was asking, and his tone was very firm, obviously he had already confirmed this matter from other channels.

He asked, and without waiting for Winder to reply, he smiled at his companions on the left and right: "I thought that the one who could be favored by the Red Rakshasa would be a great character." Now that I look at it, it's just a little white face! There was a lot of contempt in the words.

His companions also cheered, "It's not to blame the red rakshasa, you see this kid, his skin is whiter than many women, and he looks like a girl...... If I were a red rakshasa, I would also move my heart! ”

I want to say objectively here that Wende's appearance is close to heroism by the modern standards of his hometown. There used to be a little bit of bookishness, but after tossing around in the ancient martial arts and wasteland for so long, it was almost exhausted.

Wherever he puts it, it stands to reason that he will not be mistaken for a woman.

But I can't stand it...... The standard of appearance on the Wasteland side is too low......

The environment and living conditions here directly lead to running around to make a living, and wanting a good skin is usually destined to be wishful thinking. As a result, the only things that can be compared with Wende are the women who have been raised to be playthings......

This group of people was obviously ill-intentioned to compare Wende with women, but Wende, who had some knowledge of his appearance, didn't think of this immediately.

His focus was on the Red Rakshasa and he realized that this was the motive for the group of people who had come to him - that is, he had been caught in the pond.

It's a bit of a pity that Katerina's name doesn't seem to be unimpeded at the crossroads. was also a little speechless to Katarina: Just like you, are you embarrassed to let me not get into trouble?!

I didn't mess with it, but I bumped into him when I was troublesome!

Wende thought silently in his heart, and then looked at the six people who were still chattering in front of him, and felt even more tired, "If you are okay, please get out of the way and block my way!" ”

The men were stunned for a moment, and then their voices grew quieter.

"Yo, it's still a big temper." One said.

The bald head smiled at Wen De again, "Remind you, those who get too close to the Red Rakshasa will not end well in the end." ”

Someone else smiled lewdly at Wen De, "Don't be afraid that you won't have a good life without the Red Rakshasa, and we can still eat whatever we want." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Winder, "As long as you are obedient." ”

Winder flashed sideways, looked at them again, and said an ultimatum: "Get out!" ”

The bald head and the others suddenly laughed.

The bald head said: "I think you haven't figured out your situation yet, right?" Come with us honestly, and maybe give you back your life! ”

One of them said again, "But you have to serve us well." ”

Another said: "Those who are with you, don't worry, you will be able to meet soon." ”

As they spoke, they formed a faint encirclement around Wende in the center.

Seeing this, Winder couldn't help but pout, "Okay, it's not like I'm messing with it." "Before he figured out what was going on at the crossroads, he was trying to keep a low profile. It's a pity that he couldn't hide from the trouble of finding the door, and Wende could only reluctantly embarrass him.

He suddenly laughed, he was in a good mood just now, and it was a good pastime to vent at this time, so he signaled to Richard to stand back, and said to the bald head and the others: "Do you know that there is an old saying in my hometown called 'Disaster comes from the mouth', and on the other hand, the most stinky guy will not end well." ”

Winder came out to hang out, so he didn't carry the dragon slayer on his back to get his eyes on his back - in fact, he had been in the car with the greatsword until he entered the crossroads.

No matter how good these people were at gathering intelligence, they couldn't have known that it was Wende's weapon. Otherwise, they would not dare to provoke like this with ten of their guts—at least, it would take a few times more to do it.

So the few people who regarded Winder as a little white face who was favored by Caterina walked on the road to death step by step, and stretched their necks into the knots.

At this time, some people were unimpressed and asked Winder, "Oh? I said so, so what? ”

"Then congratulations." Winder smiled, stretched out his hand coldly, grabbed the man's chin, and instantly crushed his jawbone under the operation of internal force. Amid his screams, Winder smiled and said, "That's the last thing you can say—it's still not very good." ”

Winder let go of his hand, and the man, who had already passed out in pain, fell to the ground with a muffled "pop" sound, which brought the other five back to their senses.

"Skinny wolf!" Some shouted, and more listened to the bald head shouting, "Let's kill him together!" "Pounced on Winder!

These people have all been strengthened by beasts, and they are not bad in the wasteland world in terms of skills. It's a pity that they met Wende, who was above them in terms of skills. In a fit of rage, they did not use their guns, but rushed up with their bare hands or knives.

The results speak for themselves.

Within two minutes, they all came in upright, lying on the ground, and there was no one wailing in a voice.

"Ahhh