don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle sighed in his heart, being ugly is not scary, but being ugly and skinny like a skeleton is more scary.

But for freedom, any false praise is necessary.

He replied firmly against his conscience: "Cute."

Angelina squinted her eyes with a smile, and immediately stood up to help him untie the rope.

Although the appearance of this little girl is impressive, she is kind-hearted and completely different from her violent father. Lytle thinks that for her sake, he can only beat Bo Lun into a pig's head and give up throwing him into the sea. The plan to feed the sharks.

Standing up and exercising while evaluating, the little boy stopped his movement and glanced at him, and found that the target had no intention of running away, so he concentrated on playing with the puppet in his hand.

"Is he your brother?" Lytle felt that there was a certain gap in the appearance of the siblings.

Angelina shook her head: "He used to be a kid from the next door."

"Next door?" Lytle tilted his head in thought.

Angelina explained: "The slums were originally divided into District A, District B, and District C. We are District A, and Tryndamere is a child of District C."

She pulled Lytle and said in a low voice: "Three years ago, District C couldn't pay the taxes, so the sister of Tryndamere was tied up and given to Viscount Belidada to enjoy. Within a month, the girl died. For some reason, all the people in Area C turned into walking dead monsters overnight, and now it has become a ruin. My kind father met him by the ruins at that time, and he was so pitiful, so he took him back Home."

"God, then your father is really kind and kind." Lytle admired without blushing and heartbeat, his face full of emotion.

It turned out that Bo Lun noticed the child's ability and wanted to use it for himself. Facts have proved that he did it too, but would a normal person really bring him home after knowing the truth instead of fleeing in fright? !

Lytle decided to stay away from this brat, he had seen too many people who pretended, and the demented expression on his face was an illusion, who knows if the skin is so black that you can't see the bottom!

Although he thought so in his heart, the reality always made life difficult for him.

In the middle of the night, Lytle screamed from hunger.

"Gululu, Gululu—"

The little boy frowned and turned over.

"Gululu, Gululu—"

The little boy covered his ears, but the tranquility of the night allowed him to clearly hear the voice resounding through the sky lingering around, even with a hint of echo, even if he covered his ears with his hands.

"One two three four, two two three four, three two three four..."

The perpetrator was completely unaware that he had seriously disturbed his roommate, and he beat the beat to relieve the pressure of hunger.

after an hour--

The little boy couldn't bear it and sat up with dark circles under his eyes and said: "You have affected my sleep."

Lytle's beat hands and mouth stopped, and he sat up against his screaming stomach: "It's no use telling me, Gululu—because it's my stomach that is screaming, Gululu—not me It can be controlled, oh, it's too hungry, Gululu—”

There was 5 minutes of silence in the air, and the range of silence did not include the sound of Lytle's stomach.

The boy asked gloomily, "Can I punch your belly?"

"I'm an important hostage! Gululu—" Lytle waved his hands wildly: "Do you want the entire district to be buried in your hands because of this trivial matter? Gululu—"

The boy took two deep breaths, calmed down his anger, and lay down again.

"Gululu-hiccup!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Lytle burped earth-shatteringly.

Anger swept the boy all over his body, a carp jumped up and was about to kick him in the stomach.

Lytle had been prepared for a long time and rolled over on the ground to avoid the attack. He couldn't help but feel complacent. He might not be able to dodge a strong young man, but a ten-year-old kid is still more than enough.

The little boy Tryndamere didn't fall asleep all night. He was worried about the next few days, because the young lady newly captured by Bolun didn't have the consciousness of being kidnapped at all, and she didn't have the temperament of a lady. She looked completely shameless. Uncouth.

His premonition told him that this kind of person was the most difficult to deal with, but looking at that delicate and beautiful face, it was very difficult to get rid of it. This feeling was like a soft thorn stuck in his throat, and he couldn't cough it out or swallow it. Very uncomfortable.

In the early morning of the next day, the door of the basement was opened, and the person who came was not Bo Lun, but another seven or eight-year-old boy with a sky braid.

Look at his wretched face!Isn't he the kid who stole his space bag? !It's called Liperson or something!

The laser beams from Lytle's eyes are like bolts of lightning, and no grass grows wherever he goes. Damn kid, you are so brave, you dare to come back after stealing his things? !

"Tryndamere!" Lipson first looked at the situation in the house, and after learning that Bo Lun was not there, he ran to the boy excitedly: "I got a good thing yesterday!"

Tryndamere didn't even look up, absorbed in playing with his puppet corpse.

Liperson took out an interspatial bag from his arms and stuffed it into his hand: "Do you see what's inside?"

Tryndamere staggered, and just about to put his hand in, suddenly a bald bird head popped out and stared at him with big eyes.

The bald bird rubbed its eyes several times in disbelief.

"Master has become smaller! Master has become smaller!" The bald bird flapped its wings clumsily, trying to fly out of the space bag, but two boys grabbed their paws with each hand.

As soon as the eagle's talons were caught, it moved uncomfortably. It opened its mouth emotionally, and sprayed fire at Tryndamere.

When the flames dissipated, the boys' curly brown hair stood on end, and their faces looked more like they had been covered with a thick layer of black charcoal than before.

Taking advantage of him in a daze, Lytle pulled the bag back with ease, and lifted it up together with the little eagle grabbing his neck.

Lipson was only thinking about how to avoid Bran, ignoring Lytle, and he had been lying in the basement all night, and he had almost turned into a gray-faced black skin. It was really hard to tell at a cursory glance.

After Lytle put the space bag in his pocket, he hummed twice, grabbed the sky braid and hit it hard.

Tryndamere's face changed several shades, from blue-white to pink-white, and gradually, his entire face turned pink. Regardless of his companion, whose face was already swollen into a steamed bun, he pulled Lytle's The skirt asked excitedly: "Is the bird just now a puppet?"

Lytle made the two sides of the braided face symmetrical, and then put him down in satisfaction, embracing his arms: "Can you see it?"

Tryndamere nodded frantically, his eyes were no longer lifeless, but exuded admiration: "You are a puppet master? I have only seen this kind of self-conscious puppet in the guild!"

Lytle showed a surprised look: "Have you ever been to the puppet master's guild?"

"Yes." Tryndamere admitted quickly, and he swallowed: "The people there are all geniuses! They can make a lot of weird gadgets!"

Lytle was suspicious. The guild was very close to the royal city, but it was thousands of miles away from Breganit, and it took more than a month to travel back and forth. Because of this, he hadn't been back for two years.

"Are you lying?" Lytle exposed it without hesitation. If this kid really went to the guild, would he return to the backcountry?

Tryndamere was silent, guilty beyond words.

"Hey! Taida!" Soaring Braid Poson was upset, he was stuck between Lytle and Tryndamere: "Do you really think this flat-chested monster is a puppeteer?"

Without saying a word, Lytle pulled up his sky braids and brought his face in close contact with the ground again.

This practice caused the left face to be more swollen than the right face, which was neither symmetrical nor beautiful, and Lytle let his right face touch the ground intimately.

"boom--!"

Lytle picked up the puppet corpse beside him: "You did this?"

Tryndamere nodded.

Lytle hooked his hands: "Where are your tools?"

Tryndamere's slumped breath was swept away, and he took out all the bottles and jars stored under the bed, and placed them neatly.

This kid has quite a few things.

After a while, Lytle assembled the puppet corpse into a brand new doll shape. After feeding it some inferior nutrient solution, the doll's eyeballs moved.

As soon as the puppet doll opened its eyes, it saw Liperson whose face was so swollen that he could not see his eyes. He pointed at him and screamed: "Stupid dung beetle, allow you to see Miss Ben's naked body?!"

Lipson was stunned, and he yelled at Lytle aggrievedly: "Who wants to see this naked body that is neither male nor female!"

Lytle criticized righteously: "Don't make unnecessary sophistry, didn't you stare at her just now?"

Lipson jumped angrily: "You are also looking at her, why doesn't she scold you?"

Lytle showed a row of big white teeth: "Because I am her master, and Tryndamere is her former master, a puppet will never attack its own master—"

Halfway through the conversation, the puppet doll turned around and said with disdain: "It's just an ugly woman, and this lady doesn't take it seriously at all."

Lytle: "..."

"Hahaha!" Lipson sneered, clutching his stomach: "Look, look! There is nothing that can't attack the master! This stupid woman is talking nonsense!"

Lytle's fist began to itch again.

The puppet doll fiercely flew up and kicked Liperson on the bridge of the nose: "It's so noisy, stupid dung beetle!"

Two streams flowed slowly from Liberson's nostrils.

Tryndamere put his hands together: "This doll is so fierce, let's call her a brat."

"I refuse!" The puppet doll froze, looking fiercely at its former owner.

"Refusal is invalid." Tryndamere picked up the brat without being too dirty, and touched her crumbling brain.

The author has something to say:

A lot of new people have come out, in order to let you understand, let's sort out the characters.

Angelina: Bo Lun's daughter.

Tryndamere: The kid who made the green potion lives in the basement of Beren.

Lipson: The kid who stole the Lytle space bag.

Every day I write, I forget the name and then I have to look up what they are called ORZ