Adult fairy tale: Starting with social security black silk Little Red Riding Hood!

For example, elves fear iron.

Werewolves fear silver products, and vampires fear crosses.

This cross necklace might be useful when encountering powerful dark creatures.

Rhode put the cross into his personal space and walked out of the church.

Just as he was about to head towards the village chief's house, a figure suddenly emerged from a corner.

Rhode frowned and tried to dodge to the side.

But this guy seemed to have locked onto him, and bumped straight into him head-on.

A cry of pain.

Rhode, with his thick skin, didn't feel anything.

The woman who bumped into Rhode lost her balance and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Ouch!"

The woman rubbed her buttocks and slowly looked up.

Their eyes met, and Rhode's eyes lit up.

The woman sitting on the ground was wearing a red knee-length dress, a red velvet hat, and a red cape behind her.

She was 1.7 meters tall, with skin as white as snow, and golden hair casually draped over her shoulders, further accentuating her fair skin.

Her chest was high and full, with a deep and long cleavage that seemed bottomless.

Beneath the black corset, her slender waist was incredibly small, and the loose dress couldn't hide her exaggerated figure.

Her hips were wide and perky, with subtle curves like a round peach.

Below were a pair of straight and well-proportioned slender legs, flawless and white.

Her delicate face, fiery red lips, had a touch of allure in her purity.

Looking at this young woman in high heels, 36D bust, long legs, and black stockings, Rhode couldn't help but be surprised.

A woman with such a figure, appearance, and temperament would be extremely rare even in modern society.

How could she appear in a dilapidated village?

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to visit my sick grandmother and accidentally bumped into you."

The girl sitting on the ground got up with a pained expression, her eyes filled with apology.

"Grandmother?"

Rhode raised his eyebrows.

Before he could ask, the girl took the initiative to explain.

"My grandmother lives alone in the forest, and I need to get there quickly, otherwise it will be very dangerous for her to be alone at night."

But, isn't it a bit too coincidental?

He just arrived in the village, and he encountered this kind of thing.

Moreover, the most important point.

How dare a young girl walk alone into a forest where werewolves appear?

Everything is too coincidental.

Rhode pondered slightly, intending to continue playing this game.

How could he know who was hiding behind the trap if he didn't actively jump into it?

"It's too dangerous for you to go alone, I'll go with you."

"By the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"I don't have a name, but they all call me Little Red Riding Hood!"

Chapter 13: The Show Begins!

Little Red Riding Hood?

Rhode's expression instantly froze when he heard the name.

He looked at the 36D long-legged black silk mature woman in front of him with a somewhat numb gaze.

You're telling me this is Little Red Riding Hood?

He couldn't see any connection to the word 'little'.

"Wait, my mind is a bit messed up right now."

Rhode rubbed his forehead.

The grandmother in the forest, the mature and voluptuous Little Red Riding Hood, and those dangerous werewolves.

Where's the hunter?

If he's not mistaken, it should be the village chief.

So, this is a fairy tale world?

This joke is a bit too big, he can't accept it for a while.

No, how did a normal magical world suddenly become a fairy tale world?

Man-eating werewolves, sexy Little Red Riding Hood, calculating hunters.

This is a fairy tale world?

An adult fairy tale, right!

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

Rhode gently stroked the revolver at his waist, his expression returning to his previous composure and indifference.

Now, he's the one in control.

He doesn't care about werewolves or wolf grandmothers.

Under the spray, all beings are equal.

If there's something that can't be solved with one shot, then take another.

Two shots to the chest, one to the head.

Even gods would shake their heads.

Calming down, Rhode glanced at the adult version of Little Red Riding Hood.

"Let's go, we don't have much time left."

Looking at the dim forest, Rhode muttered softly.

"There's still serious business to be busy with tonight."

The serious business he was talking about was naturally hunting the werewolves in this forest.

Most werewolves are nocturnal, making it too difficult to find them during the day.

However, once night falls, all the werewolves living near the village will come out.

At that time, all he needs to do is to clean up these werewolves one by one.

Glancing at the ammunition in his personal space, Rhode was somewhat grateful that he had prepared sufficiently beforehand.

Three whole boxes of shotgun shells cost him a lot of dollars.

Although there are many werewolves in the forest, the number at most is only a few dozen.

With his ammunition reserves, he could still have plenty left even if he used ten shots on each werewolf.

"Kind big brother, I really don't know how to thank you!"

Little Red Riding Hood showed a grateful expression.

Leading Rhode towards the outside of the village.

Thank you?

Rhode looked at the alluring figure with a deep gaze.

Isn't this the best thank you gift?

There's no free lunch in the world.

There may be selfless good people, but definitely not him.

On the forest path, dense branches drove away the last trace of heat.

Rhode followed behind Little Red Riding Hood, heading towards the so-called grandmother's house.

The familiar route confirmed the guess in his mind.

Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother is the old man he met last night.

"It's really a coincidence."

Feeling the faint gazes around him, Rhode glanced sideways, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Twenty minutes later, a wooden house came into view.

"We're here, the place ahead is where my grandmother lives."

The lively and cheerful Little Red Riding Hood pointed at the wooden house ahead and shouted.

Her seemingly innocent appearance made Rhode feel a little puzzled.

Could this simple woman with a maiden's heart be related to the werewolves?

Rhode shook his head.

At this time, at this place, he didn't believe that there was no connection at all.

At most, it was just a matter of knowing or not knowing.

Arriving at the wooden house, Little Red Riding Hood couldn't wait to knock on the door.

"Grandmother, I'm Little Red Riding Hood, are you home?"

"It's Little Red Riding Hood, the door is not locked, come in."

A deep voice came from inside the house.

Little Red Riding Hood didn't think much and directly pushed open the door.

Rhode frowned.

This voice doesn't seem to be the same as the old man he met yesterday.

"Something's not right."

Rhode was slightly alert and slowly followed Little Red Riding Hood into the wooden house.

The wooden house was not big, and there was a large bed in the corner.

A thick quilt was covering the bed, and under the quilt was a human-shaped outline.

"Grandmother, 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 a friend?"

A muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"Yes, a kind big brother was afraid that I would be in danger alone in the forest, so he specially came with me to see you."

Little Red Riding Hood smiled brightly when she heard this.

"There are such kind people, bring him over and let grandma see."