Chapter 278: Idle x painful mercenaries

Red represents enthusiasm, liveliness, and excitement. Welcome to the reading

Crimson represents solemnity and nobility.

This is the meaning of red on the surface, but when red and women are combined, it is usually a representation of sex-yu, a very strong kind, in the eyes of men, women who like to wear red clothes, have a strong desire for sex, this is just a man's meaning to a woman-yin, if you ask a woman this question, you usually get a slap and a blushing angry scolding: "hooligan!" If you meet someone who is a little tougher, you may get an answer like "hehe, maybe".

For Fang Qin, Zhu Wen knows a lot about sex...... Fang Qin has not yet reached that wolf-like age, and she will never be too proactive, but she will not pretend to be shy, so Zhu Wen thinks that Fang Qin just simply likes red, and it may be that red makes her feel more eye-catching.

However, when a woman suddenly ran in front of Zhu Wen and said that she liked red, Zhu Wen naturally remembered the legend about red and women, probably out of a man's instinct for women, this woman is not a Narah, her complexion is whiter than Zhu Wen's, but not delicate enough, just like white people on the earth, her skin is never as good as that of a yellow person, she is a mercenary, and it is obvious that she has a crush on Zhu Wen.

Because of the appearance of Amelia, Zhu Wen, who wanted to anesthetize himself with alcohol, was already a little drunk sitting on the chair in the tavern, put down the wine glass that had been sent to his mouth, Zhu Wen raised his eyes and looked at the somewhat vague shadow in front of him, blinked his eyes vigorously, and saw clearly, it was a woman who was not particularly beautiful but very attractive, with long eyelashes, a long golden bundle behind her head, and a ponytail tied with a ribbon, what attracted Zhu Wen the most was not her face, but her breasts, which were very big, big enough to make most Nalah women feel inferior, So much so that the short clothes were a little unwrapped, the neckline was opened very low, and the white flowers didn't know how many mercenaries had attracted the attention.

Sexuality, men are always more open than women, this is true in any nation, the Narah man who becomes a mercenary is not conservative, and even the woman who becomes a mercenary is much more open than the traditional Nalach woman.

Mercenaries, they all have their heads pinned to their belts to make a living, and they must be happy in life, and maybe they will die in the next battle, so even some Narah mercenaries will find a shady excitant in the city ruled by the Narach people after a fight to indulge themselves. As for the female mercenary who has lost her husband, she may also have a fight with one of the male mercenaries in the mercenary group who looks at each other in a quiet place.

After the woman said this, Zhou sounded a somewhat frivolous whistle, those who dared to do this were naturally the high-level mercenaries of the heavy armor mercenary group who had a good relationship with Zhu Wen, and even if the people of the other mercenary groups borrowed his courage, they would not dare to make a joke about Zhu Wen, a ninth-level powerhouse who was almost invincible at the same level.

This is the largest tavern in Karpas City, in addition to the heavy armor mercenary group, I don't know if it was a coincidence or they did it on purpose, and the main members of several other mercenary groups also gathered in this tavern to drink, this woman standing at the table with a somewhat red face came from a mercenary group called "Recovery", in addition to her, the other twenty or so senior mercenaries of the recovery mercenary group were sitting at the table not far away, watching this scene with interest.

What does it mean for a woman to suddenly rush to a man and say she likes red? Originally, it didn't mean anything, but because Zhu Wen's various revealing eyes and words on the city wall showed that he had a crush on Amelia, and she hoped that Amelia liked red, at this time, a woman rushed to him and said that she liked red, which was no different from directly saying that I like you. To put it more bluntly...... It can even be understood as "I want to sleep with you", of course, Zhu Wenwen was not so narcissistic in the first place, but this woman's actions later made him have to think so.

"You like red?" In a drunken tone, there was no follow-up after he finished speaking, Zhu Wen took out a cigarette, lit it unscrupulously in this tavern where most of the Narah mercenaries were mercenaries, exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced at the woman's face, and instinctively glanced at the woman's chest.

What if she likes red? She's not her, and she's not her.

The woman glanced at the cigarette in Zhu Wen's hand, she could infer something from Zhu Wen's complexion, and suddenly took two steps forward and sat in Zhu Wen's arms with a very bold ass, her arm climbed Zhu Wen's neck, her huge chest rubbed against Zhu Wen's chest, and she spat Lan Hui in Zhu Wen's ear: "Don't you like women who like red?" It just so happens that I like red. ”

The fragrance of the woman's body lingered on Zhu Wen's nose, and the soft feeling stimulated Zhu Wen's nerves, which were already somewhat anesthetized.

This is a blatant seduction!

There were some whispers all around, but they all shut up immediately, but some of the female mercenaries of Nalah were not very good-looking, and they couldn't be so open, and the men poured

It's nothing, and some of them even have to shout as if they were cheering.

Zhu Wen didn't move when this woman suddenly approached him, with this woman's strength, even a knife and neck couldn't hurt him. Putting the cigarette between the middle finger and index finger of his right hand into his mouth, he took a deep breath, Zhu Wen twisted his head in the direction of the woman, and all the smoke was spit on the woman's face, a very aggressive approach, Zhu Wen wanted to say the word "get out", but when he put his eyes completely on the smoky face, to be precise, when it was the tempting little mouth, he swallowed the two words to his mouth raw.

Why do you want her to get out of the way? Because Zhu Wen didn't like it, but that sexy little mouth changed Zhu Wen's mind.

"What do you want to do?" In this situation, this very common sentence is overshadowed by a layer of ambiguity.

"Guess?" The smoke cleared, and there was an imperceptible hint of charm on the face that was close at hand, and the woman's eyes blinked slightly, as if to make some kind of hint.

"Do you have makeup on you?". Zhu Wen's eyes glanced lightly at the woman's lips.

"Yes, red." The woman took out a small round box in the pocket on the side of her pants, and in the process, her fingers seemed to scratch the middle of Zhu Wen's pants intentionally or unintentionally, a very hidden action. Zhu Wen threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, took the small box and opened it, rubbed something similar to lipstick on his fingers, and reached out to wipe it on the woman's lips, and the woman pursed her lips very cooperatively.

The tavern had fallen silent, and the men watched with great interest at this very bold scene.

"Is it good-looking?". The red makeup was smoothed out on her lips, the woman asked.

"Beautiful!" Zhu Wen stared at that face, staring at her lips and smiling, and he didn't know if he was a human or praised the fiery red lips.

One hand on the woman's waist, the right hand through the crook of the woman's legs, in the woman's coquettish cry hugged her horizontally, leaving the seat, Zhu Wen walked out with the woman in his arms, step by step up the stairs to the second floor of the tavern, the second floor of the tavern, usually for drunk guests to prepare a resting room, but this time, anyone with a brain knows that the role of the upstairs room is probably not to sober up, and the person lying on the bed is no longer a drunk who is unconscious.

The woman first showed a frightened expression, but she didn't expect Zhu Wen to dare to be so bold, and then the frightened look disappeared, she seemed to accept her fate, her arms hugged Zhu Wen's neck and tightened a little, blushing with shame, although the process was a little different from what she imagined, bolder and more direct, but the result seemed to be the same as she thought, when Zhu Wen disappeared at the staircase with her, the corners of her mouth unconsciously showed a winner's smile.

Zhu Wen disappeared at the staircase with the woman in his arms, there was a quiet moment in the tavern at first, some people looked at each other, and they really felt that Zhu Wen was too bold, and there was a side-catching scene in front of the few tables where the revival mercenary group was.

"Hurry up, give money and give money, I said that Solami will definitely succeed, hurry up and give money!" A high-ranking mercenary of the resuscitation mercenary group lowered his voice and stabbed the people around him and stretched out his hand.

"Give it, give it!" The other members of the recovery mercenary group took out their money bags in frustration, took out a gold coin and threw it into the hands of the mercenary who spoke before, there were only twenty-one members of the recovery mercenary group who came to this tavern, and only five mercenaries thought that Solami could seduce Zhu Wen to bed, but only these five people won, and each won a few gold coins.

Obviously, everyone else in the tavern could see that this group of mercenaries who had nothing to do were making a bet on the matter of seducing Zhu Wen in Nasolami, and the bet was not small, of course, for these mercenaries whose strength was at least level six, a gold coin was not a large amount.

"Wait." The leader of the recovery mercenary group, a thin-faced mercenary with an eighth-level intermediate strength, was just about to lose the money to a person who had won the bet, but suddenly took the money back, lowered his voice with a cheap smile and said, "Why don't we gamble again and see how long it will take for these two people to come down?" He threw a "you know" look at the mercenary at the table.

The time has come to test Zhu Wen's "strength".

"In this way, we take half an hour as the limit, re-press every half hour, if he doesn't hold on for half an hour, then the person who doesn't hold on for half an hour wins, if it passes, the person who presses more than half an hour wins, we bet on whether he can hold on for an hour, re-bet, and so on, understand?". A very young mercenary had a quick mind and immediately said how to bet.

"Okay, that's it!" The other mercenaries agreed.

So this group of egg-hurt mercenaries began to gamble again, originally the revival mercenary group occupied a total of three tables, only the mercenaries around these three tables were gambling, but when the first mercenary of the heavy armor mercenary group took the initiative to participate, more and more people joined the gambling game, and finally affected the entire tavern, everyone began to bet, and even Douglas participated with a wicked smile, supporting Zhu Wen, and directly pressed Zhu Wen for half an hour.

This kind of thing is deeply experienced by all men, and durability seems to have nothing to do with strength, if you meet a woman with good "kung fu", you may not be able to hold on for a quarter of an hour.

The wine was drunk cup by glass, time passed slowly, and half an hour passed.

"Give money to money, hurry up and don't rely on the bills, one at a time." Some of the mercenaries suddenly shouted excitedly, and the voices of complaining also rang out, and the whole tavern became a pot of porridge.

After another half an hour, the tavern was once again in chaos.

In this way, every half hour, there is bound to be chaos in the tavern.

Half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half...... It's been four hours, and the two of them haven't come down.

There was chaos in the tavern again, and when a certain brother who admired Zhu Wen asked for money again, suddenly a person said, "Could the two of them be asleep?" ”

"I-cao, it must be like this, hurry up and return the money to me, the bad man has lost so much."

"Damn, why did you forget this stubble, pay it back quickly!" Some of the red-eyed brothers who had lost began to shout.

The tavern is even more chaotic, and the group of mercenaries who have been losing money can be regarded as finding a reason, slapping the table and glaring at the money, and those who win money will naturally not take out the money.

"Don't make any noise, I'm going to listen." The head of the revival mercenary group slapped the table and stood up, blushing and shouting, he was the worst loser among these people, the tavern was quiet for a while, and someone immediately chimed in: "Yes, yes, Captain Foss!" ”

Foss walked to the staircase, coughed lightly, and then tiptoed up the stairs, just disappeared at the staircase above, walked two steps along the corridor inside, and immediately heard the coquettish cry that Ruowu tried his best to suppress, and faintly cried, he soon went down to the first floor of the tavern, walked to a mercenary dejectedly, threw a gold coin to him, returned to his seat, picked up the wine glass, raised his head and took a sip of wine, slammed the wine glass on the table and said: "Grandma's, he is really not a human being!" ”

Wow!

Everyone understood, and once again there was a chorus of "give money, give money for money" in the tavern.

After another hour, that is, a full five hours, Zhu Wen walked down the stairs while tidying up his clothes, refreshed, suddenly seemed to feel something, he turned his head to look at the entire tavern hall, and now everyone looked at him with strange eyes, if they didn't look weird, it would be really strange, but this kind of weirdness was a little different from what Zhu Wen thought, but Zhu Wen didn't think much about it, and returned to his seat with a light cough.

"Give money, give money, give money!"

There was another sound of asking for money, but it was lowered a lot, and some people also threw the money to Dougla, who was at the same table as Zhu Wen, and Dougla's face blossomed happily, that is called a beauty!

"What are you doing?" Zhu Wen asked Douglas in a low voice.

"What's that...... It's nothing. Douglas shook his head like a rattle.

"Really?" Zhu Wen could intuitively feel that it seemed to have something to do with him, and the mercenaries around him looked at him with dodgy eyes, so he asked in disbelief.

"That ......" Douglas hesitated, he knew that Zhu Wen was not the kind of person who would get angry, and this was not something unsightly, so many people would know sooner or later, so he could only lower his voice and say what happened in Zhu Wen's ear.

"I-cao!" Zhu Wen scolded with a smile and burst into a foul mouth, and didn't say much, only feeling that these mercenaries were a little bit of a pain.

The mercenaries around were nervous for a while, and when they saw that Zhu Wen was not angry, they were relieved, and some people quietly gave Zhu Wen a thumbs up, one word, cow!

Douglas suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the position of Zhu Wen's neck, Zhu Wen touched behind him, and dipped his hand in red makeup, it should be that the lip print was not cleaned, Zhu Wen picked up the paper on the table and wiped it, rubbed it casually and continued to throw it on the table.

The atmosphere in the tavern gradually recovered, and after twenty minutes, some of the mercenaries finally remembered something very important, what about people? How do you go up two and go down one?

"That...... Mr. Richard, what about the Solaminos? Didn't she go up with you? ”。 The leader of the resuscitation mercenary group couldn't help but ask in a loud voice in Zhu Wen's direction.

She ...... You may need to rest, your body needs to recover, and it will probably take a while to come down. Zhu Wen was thick-skinned, he was serious about what he said, and he didn't care what the meaning of this sentence was.

Solama is a level 7 reckless warrior who needs to rest? How ruthless are you? This is the voice of many mercenaries.

"Oh yes, I have to send a set of clothes, the previous one can't be worn." Zhu Wen's words were said to a female senior mercenary of the Recovery Mercenary Group.

Some active mercenaries suddenly had a scene in their minds of a man tearing a woman's clothes.

…………………………

In a courtyard where the Shield Legion was stationed in Karpasia, a soldier gave Azir a detailed report on the situation of the tavern students.

Azir sat on the chair next to the table in the middle of the courtyard, and showed a strange smile after listening to it, a strong man of his level has seen a lot, and he has long understood the affairs of men and women, and he did not show any disdain, but Amelia, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table, was full of disdain, and he spit out two words coldly: "Disgusting!" ”

"Go and ask Richard to come over!" Azir commanded the soldiers.

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