don't make me wear a skirt

Belida hid Tryndamere, and made a bold statement that he would choose a good day when the time and place were right, and throw the brave little boy into the cesspit to relieve his hatred.

On the surface, he was respectful and respectful to Hecha, and there was no slightest neglect.

Who doesn't know his little thoughts?But I want to use this to delay time and prevent them from leaving the city.

Belida has a favorite puppet parrot. I heard that it came from a skilled puppeteer decades ago. Belida spent two hundred gold coins to buy a plaything. Breganit is the only one with self-awareness puppet bird.

The bird happened to be there when Tryndamere rushed to beat Belidada's forehead.

"God! Are we going to please a bird?!" Lipson couldn't believe it.

That's what he said, but for his little friend, he had to go to the kitchen to steal all kinds of vegetables and fruits, and put them in front of the puppet bird to beg for luck.

Regrettably, all attempts to curry favor have ended in failure.

The puppet bird rolled his eyes at him and pointed his butt at him.

Not long after, Polison smelled a bad smell.

"Why is this bird so tricky?!" Liposon yelled in dismay. Then, he found that the curly-haired young man with him should eat and drink, his face was calm, and he even fell asleep, and he vomited at Lytle again. Spit Xingzi: "Why aren't you a man in a hurry?!"

"Stop shouting." Lytle poked his ears: "This guy is busy with other things."

"Also, he is just my fiancé who is about to enter the marriage hall, not my man, please pay attention to your language."

"Cut—" Lipson pursed his lips in disdain.

In fact, Hecha was only interested in Belidada's experiments, and was arrested in Tryndamere, and he searched for evidence of his collusion with Earl Omans in the castle every night.

This is a good thing.

Lytle would prefer Hecha to be busy at night, who would like to share a bed with a sworn enemy?What's more, the mortal enemy even squeezed his two fragile little brothers on the chest!

The first two days he was literally surviving on the tip of a knife.

Has anyone ever experienced the feeling of a sworn enemy putting their hands on their asses through their nightgowns?The scorching temperature of the palm wrapped the entire half of the petal.

Lytle shuddered.

"This old bachelor parrot, no wonder there is no mate." Lipson looked at the ceiling, feeling weak.

"Old bachelor?" Lytle pricked up his ears.

"That's right." Liperson made an exaggerated expression: "The cook said that its fruits are only imported from the city of Moyervia, because the fruits there are fresh, and the sleeping mat must be velvet, otherwise it won't be able to sleep. That's true. Is it a pet treat?"

Lytle had a flash of inspiration and came up with a brilliant idea.

He took Hetza's head off his shoulders, stood up, and started walking.

Hecha, who closed his eyes and meditated, suddenly opened his eyes.

"We need to leave quickly, don't we?" Lytle felt a little guilty, he wanted to go out and breathe fresh air rather than using this guy as a pillow.

"Do you have a solution?" Hecha changed his posture and asked with interest.

Oh, Liperson never asked after he was busy!

This is discrimination!Lytle said vaguely: "The mountain man has his own tricks."

Hecha looked at him quietly, making his scalp tingle.

Lytle jumped behind Hecha with a "swish", pressed his shoulders for him, and thumped his back, flattering him: "Can I go?"

Hecha held the hand on his shoulder, pressed a kiss on the delicate skin, and said leisurely: "Go."

Lytle rubbed his hands viciously twice, and rushed out like lightning.

Spring is here, it must be spring, and this guy is starting to have a crush on Lanny!

Kissing the back of the hand is fine, he thought hypnotically.

After patting his chest a few times, Lytle, who relieved his emotions, smiled, and took out the kitty in his pocket, intending to let it breed.

"Oh, are you overwhelmed? Little poor, there is a female bird in front of you now, do you want to seize the opportunity?"

"Think! Think!" The little eagle flapped its wings in high spirits.

"Dear little eagle, my little puppet, you have lived for so long, and you are finally about to have your other half. Are you excited? Are you excited? Are you a little bit shy?"

"Meow meow!" The bald bird's eyes sparkled.

Lytle stroked the eagle's feathers affectionately: "You are a bird, don't make cat noises."

Belida's puppet parrot has a special hut, which is decorated like a princess' hut.

"Look, what a beautiful little bird."

Lytle pressed Kitty's forehead and looked in.

The little eagle looked around happily, but shrank its head in disappointment. It muttered: "I don't like it, I don't like it."

"Why are you so picky?" Lytle taught, "You're just a little bald, it's pretty good to have someone like you like you."

"Hey." Kitty Eagle tightened her neck aggrievedly.

"Well, how do you know if you don't try?"

When Lytle beat the bird slave unconscious, and walked around the cage three times with the little hawk, the yellow-haired parrot inside began to sing.

Who said yellow-haired parrots are hard to serve?His kitty was rejected by all kinds of females, but was caught by it at a glance. What does it mean?It shows that the delicate bird has a different vision when looking for a mate, and is good at finding bright spots.

"The time has come to prove your ability." He said: "Rise up, little eagle, make it cry, let it lay eggs for you, the more you lay, the more you will obey."

The little eagle was so frightened that it fluttered its wings and made a fuss, tearing up and refusing: "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Why?" Lytle couldn't understand: "Don't you make a wish to get out of the singles every year on your birthday? This is a matter of both ends, don't you really think about it?"

The little eagle raised its wings and pointed at the bushy eyebrows and big eyes in the distance, lazily standing in the same cage: "It's male! It's male!"

male bird?Lytle squinted his eyes and took a closer look inside. The light yellow feather color, two blush on the cheeks, and two tufts of dull hair on the head, such a cute bird is actually a male?These days, is even a puppet parrot so indistinguishable?

Looking at the little eagle, who is also a male bird, Lytle could not bear it: "Little eagle."

My silly bird shook his head while crying.

"Go up if you know the man." Otherwise, when Earl Omans's person comes, his identity will be exposed, and the little chrysanthemum will soon wither. Compared with the other chrysanthemums, it is better to let the chrysanthemum of the little eagle wither: "Anyway, you birds It's all a matter of a few seconds, and it won't hurt too much down there, my dear."

Speaking, Lytle endured the guilt and stuffed it into the cage: "Come on, I believe you can be on it."

Soon, the yellow-haired parrot lowered its head, stretched its neck and circled the little eagle several times, combing its feathers carefully, and then, a bright light flashed in its eyes, jumped onto the little eagle's back and began to heave up and down.

The little eagle was so crushed that it spit flames from the mouth.

The next moment, all the flames were swallowed into the yellow-haired parrot's mouth.

Lytle grew his mouth, is this really his bird?It's too weak, it collapsed before resisting.

The yellow-haired parrot inside looked like it had been holding back for a long time. It pressed on the back of the little eagle bird and couldn't put it down. After eating and drinking enough, it raised its paws, hugged the fat and bare body in the wings, and comforted: "Don't let me go!" Crying, since you were fucked by me, you are my bird, as long as you lay eggs for me obediently by my side, you will not be treated badly."

Lytle touched his chin and thought about putting an egg-laying organ in the eagle's stomach. After laying eggs, they are a family of birds. Will they not help him?As he thought about it, he felt that this method was good, and from time to time he let out two sinister smiles.

"I am a male bird! A male bird! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!. I can't lay eggs!" The little eagle was tearful, feeling distraught that he had been picked a little chrysanthemum without feeling the warmth of the female bird.

Lytle wanted to cry when he heard it, oh, poor little eagle, what happened to him is exactly the same, it doesn't matter, everything will be fine, the premise is that you know where Tryndamere is imprisoned first.

"This is my bird." Lytle put his hands on his hips, looking like a vicious mother-in-law: "If you want to live and fly with it, you need my consent."

The yellow-haired parrot asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Lytle coughed twice, and said, "One of our partners was captured by Viscount Belidada. I don't know where he is now. You happened to be nearby at the time. Can you tell us where he was captured?"

The yellow-haired parrot pecked Xiaoying's face pityingly, and said regretfully, "Puppets cannot betray their masters."

"It's okay." Lytle had already thought of a countermeasure: "I can turn you into my puppet."

The yellow-haired parrot seems to be seriously considering.

Lytle saw that it was moved, and he followed the temptation: "Become my puppet, your little eagle can lay eggs for you every day, when the time comes, you will have both children—"

How could it have such a cruel master?Kitty secretly wiped away tears.

The yellow-haired parrot saw the little eagle's sad face, and wondered: "Does it not like me?"

Lytle immediately vetoed its doubts: "No, this child will inevitably not get used to it when he first tastes it, and he will get used to it after a few more times."

The yellow-haired parrot shook its feathers, lowered its head and asked the little eagle, "Is this true?"

Lytle's warning eyes follow him everywhere.

Under the pressure, Xiaoying nodded with difficulty.

The yellow-haired parrot showed its face, patted its bald head with its wings, and said happily: "This is the first spouse I have lived for 20 years. It is not impossible to change the owner for it."

Lytle was eager to try, and took out the golden key: "Come on, complete the ceremony, and the little eagle will belong to you as a bird."

The yellow-haired parrot puts its wings on the key.