don't make me wear a skirt

The stagnant water was already knee-high, the wind was blowing, and the rainstorm had no intention of stopping. It was like countless whips whipping fiercely into the house, the branches were blown creaking, and bright halls streaked across the dark cloud-covered sky. lightning.

"Boom--"

"What's the matter with this rain?" When a thunder struck, Lytle took a few steps back in shock and scratched his head: "It's not summer now."

Hecha opened the door, and the two children were not doing well.

Libson was strangled, his face flushed, Tryndamere bit the puppet's thigh with his big teeth, and the brat kicked his little chirp desperately.

Does this guy only know this trick? !

The puppet was kicked until its butt split into two pieces and did not let go. After all, how could the puppet have chirps?

Hecha's sword pierced its chest, and Liberson turned over, clutching his neck and coughing loudly.

"Dung beetle, you are too weak." The brat raised his little black hand and tugged at Hecha's trouser leg while sneering, and asked expectantly, "Did you come here specially to save Miss Ben?"

Hecha picked it up and put it on Liperson's shoulder: "It is every gentleman's duty to help a lady get out of trouble."

Lytle saw that his eyes were burning, oh, this merciless guy was biting his lip just now, and now he won't let go of even the puppet!

Before the bastard's butt touched his shoulder, his forehead rolled down.

Hecha: "..."

Hahaha!Lytle bent over with a smile in his heart.

Hasn't the idiot noticed that the brat's head is shaking when he walks?

The brat calmly picked up his head, pressed it down again, and fell into fantasy happily.

Women in love are terrible, Lytle muttered a few words and walked to the grocery store.

Strangely, the grocery room was empty and there was no one there.

"Tisha—" Lytle called out, but there was no response.

There were four people sleeping in the grocery room, the cook, the boss, Tisha and Ade, where would they go under such heavy rain?

Moreover, without the permission of the owner, the puppet will not leave without permission.

The four of them stood there for a while.

Tryndamere questioned: "I think there's something wrong with the cook."

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Tell me."

Tryndamere narrowed his eyes, with a look of composure beyond the age limit: "When she eats at night, she always touches her body on purpose, the reason is that she has painted some kind of poison on her body, and she wants to intentionally harm others, but it's a pity We are smart enough not to be fooled."

Hecha followed his words and said, "So what happens when a wave fails?"

"That's right." Old Tryndamere Chen was here.

Liperson jumped up and agreed: "I saw it too! She has two missiles installed on her chest, and they almost fell out, so she thought we didn't know!"

Lytle complained incredulously: "Why do we discuss such deep issues with children? They can't tell the difference between a missile and a Mimi!"

Lipson stared at him unwillingly: "Then what good idea do you have?"

"First of all." Lytle cleared his throat and summarized the doubts: "Puppets attacked us. Where there are puppets, there must be puppet masters. Obviously, there are only five of us left in the station. The heavy rain outside makes it difficult to see people clearly. Puppets Where is the teacher? Secondly, why did the people in the grocery store disappear? What happened to make them leave the post even though it was raining heavily? Why didn’t they hear a sound when they left?”

"The rain is not normal." Hecha glanced lightly at the door, the stagnant water had seeped in and formed a stream: "It's too big."

The five people fell silent in pairs.

After the weak candle was blown out by the influx of wind, it finally couldn't be lit anymore, and boundless thick ink spread in the air.

"I can't see!" Lipson yelled.

"It's okay." Lytle comforted him lying on the wooden table, "As long as we don't separate, nothing will happen."

"Why?" Lipson asked, groping in the dark.

Lytle made a point: "Have you read Lytle's fairy tales?"

"Is that the puppeteer who got stabbed in the ass?" Liperson suddenly had a flash of inspiration and pulled out the characters hidden in his mind: "Although I know him, I didn't know that he also wrote fairy tales. I only read Andersen Fairy Tales and Grimm's Fairy Tales."

"Oh, no." Why does everyone only remember the embarrassing thing about him being stabbed in the ass?But excellent creations are neglected.

"Does he have any famous sayings?" Liperson asked curiously.

Lytle showed a smug expression: "When encountering various strange events, we should hold each other together, so as to avoid the suddenness caused by acting alone. Many people die by themselves and leave the team. When they see him again, they have already gone to see God. gone."

Liperson didn't quite believe it: "If his famous words are effective, will he be ridiculed by the puppet guild?"

Why is this kid so difficult? !

"Heh." In the darkness, he even heard a chuckle.

Damn it, which bastard dares to laugh at him? !

Don't they understand?It is certainly better to act together than separately!

Besides, there was a thick devil's body guard next to him. Lytle glanced at the devil beside him and found that this guy was also looking at him.

What catches your eyes.Lytle turned his head stiffly, his cheeks were slightly hot, but fortunately he couldn't see clearly in the dark.

At this time, Tryndamere was awkward for a while, and said weakly: "I want to pee..."

The latrines outside were flooded long ago, but there is also a special convenience place on the second floor, but you have to wade to it.

"Lazy people pee a lot." Lytle warned earnestly: "Think about what I just said? Don't do this kind of thing alone, just hold back when you want to pee. After night, the rain will probably stop. Then you can pee as you want."

Tryndamere kept his mouth shut.

Two hours later, Tryndamere's expression twisted: "Old, teacher..."

"What?" Lytle asked impatiently.

"I feel like my bladder is about to explode..."

"There is no urine in the heart, so naturally there is no urine." Lytle tried to use psychological effects to let him eliminate the pain and discomfort of holding back urine.

"Ow." Tryndamere began to roll his eyes.

"He's going to faint!" screamed Lipson.

Listening to the voice, Lytle felt that the baby really couldn't bear it anymore, and the storm outside didn't mean to stop, so he decided: "Let's go with you."

The four of them walked upstairs while the puppet was dripping. Lytle passed the room that was attacked before, and looked inside unconsciously. The window was still exposed to the wind, and the scorched puppet was gone.

Tryndamere's legs trembled, and he didn't know whether it was from urinating or being frightened.

"Can we get out alive?" His eyes suddenly turned into poached eggs.

Lytle thought for a while and replied seriously: "You have to ask God about this."

Or just ask Belle Dada.

If this guy wants to let them go safely, will he create a city gate collapse to trap them?

Lytle felt there must be cause and effect.

The author has something to say:

I have been preparing to change the last chapter for half a day today, so I have no intention of code word ORZ

In the previous chapter, a little bit was deleted and changed a little bit, so it is recommended to lock the little angels that I have seen before, clear the cache, and add a little bit of content that will be connected.

In the last chapter, I started to wait for the high-level trial last night, and the feeling of constipation was very uncomfortable if I had to lock it or not. =