don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle realized that he had said something wrong, and immediately added: "I just thought you like spicy food, so I added more."

Heza gave him a noncommittal look.

Lytle clamped the chrysanthemum tightly, and walked forward flickeringly.

He Cha hurriedly pulled him back: "That's the place to go to the latrine."

When Lytle was pulled back, he bumped into several hurried servants carrying a stretcher and ran out of the manor.

The white cloth wrapped on the stretcher was still twitching, like a dying fish jumping.

"Sir." The servants saw that it was Popton, the owner of the manor, and hurriedly put down the stretcher to salute him.

Lytle jumped back, full of curiosity about the things in the white cloth.

The servant bowed his head and apologized for a long time before continuing to walk outside with the stretcher.

A part of the thing wrapped in white cloth suddenly slid down. That part looked like a ball, but it was much bigger than ordinary balls, and it seemed to be twice the size of a human head.

The servant put it back without any surprise, and disappeared into the distance with a humming sound.

"Guess what's in it?" Lytle pondered.

Hecha replied, "Man."

Lytle wondered: "But that chubby thing looks like a human head, is there such a big human head?"

He suddenly remembered the factory he saw when he entered the castle, where the heads of the workers were all incomparably huge.

It was a strange place. When he first entered the castle, he heard faint crying sounds. It seemed that he had to rescue the two little kids before leaving.

How could the flowers of the Xihuo Empire perish in such a place?

Besides, one of them was his apprentice.

Lytle suddenly felt a great responsibility: "I have to go to the cellar."

Hecha frowned: "What did you think of?"

Lytle snorted twice, and said: "Have you noticed that Breganet's civilian heads are particularly big?"

Hecha thought for a while and replied, "No."

Lytle shut his mouth.

After a long time, he pointed his finger on his chest and said, "Is there something wrong with your eyes? You can't see so many big heads?"

After clicking several times, Lytle realized something was wrong, and wanted to withdraw his hand angrily.

Because he found that Hecha was looking down on him!

That's right, look down at him with your head down!

This made him look very imposing, like a little girl making trouble for no reason.

Lytle stretched his arms upwards and pressed his shoulders: "I suggest you squat down and walk in the future. Too high a vision will affect your accuracy in seeing things."

Hecha held his finger and asked, "Did you enter the city through the south gate?"

Lytle didn't like the feeling of being wrapped, so he replied angrily: "I've never been to this place, so there are still doors in the south, east, and north?"

Hecha patiently explained: "I have been here twice, and the scene in Bregani is as prosperous as ever. Now it seems that it may be an illusion created by Belida."

Lytle didn't listen, so he smacked his mouth twice, and sincerely suggested: "So you should squat down and walk."

Hecha's hand slid to his waist: "I can pick you up and smell the fresh air above."

"No need!" Lytle jumped three feet high and walked forward quickly.

Because his mind became a mess, he couldn't find his way in the castle: "Where is the cellar?!"

Hecha followed him for a long time and couldn't help but said, "Why are you looking for a cellar in the garden outside the castle?"

Oh, it turned out that he ran out, no wonder he couldn't find it.

Lytle moved silently and walked back.

At the stairway leading to the cellar, two cavalry guards were guarding. Seeing Popton with his little boy pet, he felt a little nervous.

When did Popton start liking men?

What if the husband also takes a fancy to them?

Then the men in the entire castle may suffer!

God, I can't imagine it.

Both the front and the back, which one is defiled are terrible!

"Open the door." Lytle ordered pretendingly.

"Sir..." The cavalryman seemed to be hesitating: "The scene inside..."

Lytle frowned, and then realized that the cavalry might not be able to sense his strong aura, so he changed it to scolding: "Joke! I, a cavalry commander, would be afraid?!"

"Who doesn't know you are..."

"Huh?" Lytle snorted heavily, and the cavalry swallowed the phrase "go through the back door".

Seeing that Popton insisted on going down, they didn't dare to be negligent. They tremblingly took out the keys in their hands, and secretly glanced at Hecha. Poor man, it must be hard for him to be blessed by Mr. every day.

I heard that Mr. is still the one below, then the kidney of the boy next to him must be very good.Night after night like this, will it be drained?Tut tut.

Lytle walked down the stairs flamboyantly, and patted his chest in fear when he could no longer see the cavalry: "I thought they found out! Why do they look at me so strangely?"

Hecha said leisurely: "Because your face was not washed clean."

Lytle subconsciously covered his face, but what he touched was a cold mask, and he immediately became angry: "Are you kidding me?!"

"Probably." Hecha admitted without blushing: "Miss Laney is very cute."

How can there be such a boring man? !

Lytle's face was a little hot from what he said, and he was about to have an attack, but his emotions were interrupted by successive wailing.

There was a deep and dim light in the cellar, and ghostly shadows swayed in the lamplight.

It was built like a prison cell, and the things inside were too dark to see whether they were people or ghosts. With the sound of a crash, Lytle finally got a rough look through the firelight—the giant on the left. His head was pounding on the cell door in pain and uncomfortably, and on the right was a red-eyed monster that screamed unconsciously.

The red-eyed monster stretched out its hands and head, and gave Lytle an affectionate look.

Oh, isn't that guy Buren?

Although his eyes turned red, he still recognized the familiar black blindfold.

Rest in peace big brother.

Lytle shivered and quickly backed up to Hecha.

"Are you afraid?" Hecha found that the little boy next to him was about to squeeze him into the cell on the left, and the big head on the left was banging on the door violently at him.

"Nonsense, you vicious man, do you want me to kiss the red-eyed monster?" Lytle turned his head angrily, watching the big-headed monster sticking to the pillar with a drooling face and very close to him. Of course, Hecha was even closer. close.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Ahhhhhhhh—" Lytle shouted along with him.

"So you want to kiss the guy on the left?" Hecha pulled him into his arms.

"No, no, no, no, he probably hasn't brushed his teeth." Lytle buried his head in Hecha's chest, and the big-headed monster looked even more terrifying.

Hecha was surprised at his initiative, and hugged him a little tighter, and walked forward with him: "You want to find the two children who are with you?"

Lytle rubbed his head against his chest frantically twice.

Hecha stopped and asked, "Is it these two?"

Lytle turned his head and saw two miniature red-eyed monsters stretching out their black and purple claws towards him: "..."

"What I'm looking for are two ordinary kids! The one with a little bit bigger head!"

The two moved forward again, and finally, at the end of the cellar, they heard three normal human voices.

"God, this brain door is looking at me!"

"Shut up dung beetle! Do you want to go in and dance with him?"

"Teda! Why don't you care about your puppet, she's beating people again!"

Oh, it's a good thing these two little kids didn't turn into red-eyed monsters or big-headed monsters, congratulations.

"It's Mr. Popton!" Liperson saw Lytle at first sight: "He's lying in the arms of a handsome man!"

Tryndamere followed suit and said, "No wonder he didn't turn us into monsters..."

The two children looked at each other and covered their buttocks at the same time: "This guy doesn't even want to let the child go?!"

Lytle's eyebrows jumped, he took off his mask, and put his hands on his hips: "Little devils, look who is here?"

Tryndamere opened his mouth: "That's cool, teacher!"

Lipson pressed his body on Tryndamere: "Flat-chested, you actually subdued Mr. Popton! Your ability is inversely proportional to your chest!"

In the end, Bratty jumped on Liperson's forehead and concluded: "Great! I don't have to worry about sharing a cell with a master who has turned into a monster!"

Hecha raised his eyebrows and looked at the brat carefully.

The brazen blushed, holding his dirty little face with red bubbles.

Hecha asked, "Sweet little lady, are you a puppet?"

The brat shakes his black and red face and nods wildly.

Hecha asked again: "Who is your master?"

The brat tugged at his skirt like a rag: "Tryndamere and—"

"Oh!" Lytle jumped up suddenly: "Why are we talking in the cellar? Isn't it boring? Don't you panic? Can you still talk about the big head monster?"

Hecha didn't ask any more. He took out a dagger from his waist. There was no extra decoration on the dagger. The silver-white blade exuded a menacing cold light, and the hidden lines on the blade seemed to be able to eat people into the bones.

Lytle saw that his neck hurt: "You carry this kind of thing with you?"

He Cha smiled half-smile: "Otherwise, what will you use to open the prison door?"

A bright light flashed, the door lock fell, and two children and a puppet jumped out.

On the other side, Lytle and the big-headed monster at the opposite door looked at each other face to face for a long time: "Why does he keep staring at me?!"

Hecha guessed: "Maybe he wants to convey some information to you?"