don't make me wear a skirt

After the ceremony was completed, Lytle took it out of the cage and performed an anatomy and synthesis operation. After the golden key turned a few times in the body, the yellow-haired parrot opened its eyes again.

"How is it?" Lytle asked expectantly, rubbing its stomach.

The yellow-haired parrot exhaled refreshedly, then picked up the little eagle and turned around several times at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The strength is stronger than before." The yellow-haired parrot said so.

Lytle gave a meaningful look: "This is a good thing."

"Yeah." The yellow-haired parrot said happily to the little eagle: "Next time we can change a few more positions."

The little eagle wailed faintly: "Hey!"

Lytle burst into tears when his little puppet, who had been single for many years, found a home as he wished.

He gave the yellow-haired parrot the catchy name, Big Mao, because the tuft of hair on its head is too striking to forget.

"So, Da Mao, where is the kid caught by Belida?"

Da Mao smoothed his feathers and fell into memories.

Tryndamere was caught in the attic, and Lytle could only look for the location according to the vague direction described by Da Mao.

In order not to attract attention, Belida only sent a big man to guard the door, but it is not certain that there is a hidden mystery hidden in it.

At this time, it is necessary for the fierce egg to appear.

"Come on!" Lipson cheered her on.

"Don't worry, dung beetle." The brat jumped up and down in front of the big guy.

The big man was eating and drinking enough and was leaning in the corner to digest his food. He was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the ugly black puppet.

"Hey! Fatty, what's hidden in that door behind you?!"

"What are you?" It was the first time the big man saw such a flexible little puppet.

"Bastard!" Her tone was a little fluttering when she said this.

"Hahaha!" The big man laughed out of breath: "What the hell name, why is it so ugly?"

The brat was very angry and kicked the big man's chirp.

"Aw----!!!" The big man was defenseless, and he passed out from the pain while clutching his crotch.

Oh, the guy who is strong on the outside and does it on the inside.

Lytle patted his chest with lingering fear: "It looks so painful."

Liperson protected his little Haw and nodded in agreement.

The Brazen found the key from the big man's pocket, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped it on the edge of the door.

The handkerchief soon emitted a smoky smoke, and the brat said vigilantly, "It's poisonous!"

The vicious Belida really has a trick.

Lytle pulled the bulky man's trousers down and pulled a pair of gloves from the patch in his crotch.

Why is there a stinky smell?

"Libson, I'll leave it to you." Lytle threw the glove to the little boy next to him in disgust.

"..."

Opening the door, a gust of cold dampness rushed in.

"Tedamere!" Lipson took off his gloves and helped Tryndamere, who was rolling his eyes, untie the rope.

Tryndamere's face was covered with dust, and he looked extremely decadent. Lytle twisted his ears and raised it: "Damn kid, do you know what you are doing?! Trying to assassinate a viscount! If it really succeeds, Your little life will end early!"

Who didn't know that Belida's secret poking experiment was discovered by Duke Hecha?It is certain that he will lose his title, so why bother?

"I didn't!" Tryndamere wiped his face.

"Don't quibble." Lytle had already labeled him as a poor kid being teased by fate in his mind, and persuaded him earnestly: "I know your sister was hurt by Belida, and a dead person cannot be resurrected. Don't stick to it." Look to the past, look to the good, and welcome the future."

"I didn't intend to assassinate Belida!" Tryndamere said angrily, stretching his stiff arms, "My sister is a love brain who doesn't care about the safety of her family. She indirectly killed her parents and was caught by Belida. It deserved it in the past, and to celebrate, that old guy Jelim decided to teach me how to use the green potion!"

It's a little wrong for Lytle to think about it, and things don't seem to be developing in the direction he imagined: "And then?"

Tryndamere said dejectedly: "I failed when I did it, and there was a big explosion in the slums."

"You didn't get caught?!" Lytle was dumbfounded.

"Because the people in Belida couldn't tell whether it was the monster caused by the explosion caused by the experiment or someone else." Tryndamere tugged at his sleeves: "And I didn't kill anyone, why should I be executed?"

Lytle was taken aback, and asked: "Isn't it because your experiment exploded that the dead in area c turned into monsters walking dead?"

"Of course not!" Tryndamere said dejectedly, "My neighbor at the time was a greedy man. He discovered our research and came in over the wall in the middle of the night to steal my newly made potion, but that potion was destroyed by me. Not only will it turn people into walking corpses, but it will also bite people, and later the entire C area will be reduced to a sea of ​​blood."

Lytle shook his legs and circled his chest and concluded: "So your sister was betrayed by people in District C, and the betrayer died as a red-eyed monster who could infect each other because of his greed?"

"That's right." Tryndamere felt that this summary was in place.

Liperson interrupted and added: "The source of everything is because Teda's sister fell in love with a man in District A four years ago. She stole all the gold coins in the family and ran away with that man, but she was abandoned not long after. Because of this, Taida’s parents were strangled to death on a tree trunk because they couldn’t pay their taxes, and they were put down after two days of air drying!”

Tryndamere's tone was firm: "I don't want to see her at all, it doesn't matter to me whether she dies or not."

"Uh, so, you said you wanted to smash Belida's head?" Lytle's eyes were empty.

"He put mustard in all my food! This guy definitely did it on purpose, I went to the toilet eight times and I passed out while squatting!"

Lytle and Liperson were ten feet away from him.

The truth was about to come out, and Belidada found a random reason to tie up Tryndamere to delay the time, but they still foolishly believed that the cavalry team sent by Omans was probably about to reach Breganet.

"This incident tells us that we can't be picky eaters," Lytle said earnestly.

Tryndamere argued vigorously: "It's not that I hate eating mustard, it's just that I get diarrhea when I eat it. This is a physiological phenomenon and cannot be avoided."

Lytle thought for a while, and finally came up with a way to get the best of both worlds: "Then you can take the scumbag with you when squatting in the pit, and let it patrol for you."

The brat kicked Lytle's ass: "Do you want to die, ugly woman? God, why can't Miss Ben change to a more normal master?!"

oh!Damn brat!His ass must have swollen into a lump!

"Why did you attack me?" Lytle squatted on the ground with tears in his eyes.

The brat was also a little surprised, followed by ecstasy, she stretched out her two hands to control the corners of the system's upturned mouth: "Maybe it's because this lady has two masters, hehehe."

"Don't hide it, you laughed out loud!" Lytle complained.

Once Tryndamere was rescued, Belidada had no excuses, and they proposed to leave the castle again. He had no right to stop him, but his expression had a gloomy expression that was hard to hide.

Just when he was very anxious, the cavalry outside the door came in and whispered a few words in time. In the next second, his gloomy expression gradually melted, and a fake smile bloomed, and he said regretfully: "Dear Duke Hecha, my cavalry told me , the city gate suddenly collapsed, from today to tomorrow evening, no one will be able to enter or leave the small town, and neither will you."

It seems that he is determined to trap them.

Fortunately, Hecha found some clues in the cellar—the wreckage of the factory's raw materials. This was an important clue, which made his mood not as heavy as before.

"Can we really leave tomorrow?" Lytle slumped on the carriage, his butt off the cushion.

They were on their way to the station in the wealthy district of Breganit, where Ade and Tisha were waiting to rendezvous.

"It's hard." There are too many unknowns in one day and one night.

Lytle said angrily: "Okay." When can I go back to Moyevia?He just wanted to lie down on the soft quilt and have a good sleep, and by the way, perfectly implement the plan of stealing the nutrient solution.

"What's your posture?" Hecha glanced at him, and found that the little boy beside him was enjoying the bumps of the carriage with difficult movements, and his waist was a fist's width from the seat cushion.

This can be traced back to the kick of the brat, which explains what a small body has great strength. Lytle felt that as long as he took off his skirt, the small place where he was kicked would definitely be green and purple, otherwise how could he It hurts when you touch it?

Hecha must not be told such a shameful thing.

"I'm working on strength in the lumbar spine," Lytle said.

As soon as he finished speaking, his waist trembled slightly.

Heza observed it calmly, and finally saw that his little Aina bounced up with a distorted expression when his butt touched the cushion, so he frowned and asked, "Does your butt hurt?"

Lytle repeated, sweating profusely: "No, I'm training the strength of the lumbar spine."

Hecha let him lie on his lap.

With a support point for his body, Lytle immediately hummed and relaxed his body. Although the posture was shameful, his butt finally felt better.

Hecha pursed his lips and asked, "You were discovered by Belida when you rescued Tryndamere?"

And he pinched your ass?

Hecha's eyes flickered a little, he didn't like other people touching little Aina's body, including the elastic and tight buttocks.

"How is it possible?" Lytle quickly retorted: "There is only a big guy there, and the arrogant and rude bastard was knocked down with one blow. Is there a little puppet that is stronger than it?!"

Hecha had a hypothesis in his mind, and suddenly said: "So it also hit your butt?"

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I go out every day recently, so it’s even later ORZ