don't make me wear a skirt

He began to recall what happened after he came out of Belida's manor-oh, it seems that besides the pain in the butt is the pain in the butt or the pain in the butt? !

No other image at all.

However, these two culprits that caused his butt pain are all there. Sure enough, good people don't live long, and the scourge lasts for thousands of years.

The second floor had serious water leakage. It was raining heavily outside and lightly raining inside. The inside of the latrine was also pitch black and no light could be seen, but the direction could be vaguely discerned based on the smell.

"Go quickly." Lytle pushed the hesitant Tryndamere.

Tryndamere staggered and went in, and after a while, there was a "creaking" sound.

Lytle thought to himself, this little guy still pays attention to privacy, so he still needs to be afraid of exposing Little Chirp when the surroundings are so dark?

Immediately afterwards, he heard a "plop" and then there was no sound.

Liperson rushed in without saying a word, opened the door and saw that there was no one there, and the cesspit was still bubbling. He opened his mouth wide, and big tears flowed down: "Teda fell into the cesspit. !"

"How is it possible?" Lytle twisted his nose and took two steps forward. Sure enough, Tryndamere had disappeared, the windows were closed, and the strong wind was blowing. He seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"Let's pick him up." Liperson rolled up his sleeves while howling, "Otherwise, won't Teda's stinky going to see God offend his old man?"

Lytle jumped back and politely refused: "I suddenly feel that my arm is very painful, and it is not suitable for coolies."

Liperson poured his hopes on the brat: "Do you have the heart to let your master die as a guest?"

The brat showed a tangled expression. In fact, as a puppet, if she didn't protect her master well, it was her own fault, but she didn't want to make herself stinky.

"Why can't we burn some paper money for him?" The brat tentatively said, "In this way, if he can't go to heaven, he can still go to hell."

Lytle touched his chin: "Isn't the underworld an oriental term?"

Liperson pointed to the brat's nose, filled with righteous indignation: "You heartless puppet, I misunderstood you!"

Lytle grabbed Lipson's collar and dragged him back: "Why are we here in the rain? Now that the experience of Tryndamere falling into the cesspit has become a fact, we can only accept it, why not think better, he was driven out After going to the underworld, it laid the foundation for a good relationship between China and the West, leading to the prosperity of the people of the underworld and the people of heaven, the prosperity of the country, the prosperity of the country and the people's peace."

Liperson struggled violently: "I don't want it, I don't want it!"

In the end, the three of them and one puppet returned to the starting point. At this time, the infiltrated stagnant water had covered the soles of their feet.

Lytle bent his knees and put his legs on the wooden chair.

"Right now, none of us can do it alone."

Lipson snorted coldly with disdain: "Ugly woman, just wait to be suffocated to death by urine."

Lytle endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, and rewarded him with a shudder.

"Ow-!!!"

Liperson wanted to resist angrily, and Lytle subconsciously got behind Duke Hecha.

Facing the calm blue eyes, the little boy didn't dare to make a fuss, and sat back indignantly.

Although the wind and rain outside could not stop the sleepy eyes, Lytle leaned on the wooden chair eyelid to eyelid, the sound of wind and rain in his ears seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and he gradually lost consciousness.

He woke up again in a daze, feeling that someone was touching his face.

Damn it - of course he knew who it was!

Lytle opened his eyes and wanted to beat the man in front of him, only to find that this guy was also asleep.

Thick, shameless scum lost his defenses in front of him?Stupid choice.

Lytle pinched his lips, gave his evaluation, so thin, it must be very fickle, and flicked his nose, oh, I heard that people with big noses also have big chirps, he straightened up, rubbed his small nose, was silent.

Lytle thought contemptuously, rumors are rumors after all, they are all hearsay, and they don't have to be responsible for what they say.

Hecha looked fast asleep, ready for a little thrill, and looked around warily.

——It's a pity that the interest was interrupted in the next second, and he found that Liperson was missing.

Blinking in disbelief, the brat lay on the wooden table and snored deafeningly. Liperson was sitting next to her, but now it was pitch black!

Is this guy really fishing for Tryndamere? !

Lytle waited on the spot for 10 to [-] minutes, but Lipson hadn't come back yet, so you can go for a swim at this time, right?He wanted to slap the person next to him awake, but Hecha suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his wrist.

Lytle was taken aback: "When did you wake up?!"

Hecha touched his head: "Just now."

"We lost one more person!"

The development of the situation is very nerve-wracking.

Hecha pressed his temples. The first one to fall asleep was little Aina. He was still in a clear state of mind when he was hugged into his arms. The second fell asleep was Brat. Her snoring was so loud that it should be so loud Even if drowsiness hits, he won't sleep so deeply, and then Lipson disappears.

Lytle lowered his head, and the accumulated water had already covered his ankles. It was really uncomfortable in the winter. He tapped his toes and found that it was not as cold as he imagined.

As soon as the stagnant water spread, all the tubs in the house floated up.

Lytle's expression was in a trance, and his eyes immediately widened. There were various puppets' stumps in the wooden basin.

"God, am I dazzled?"

Hecha picked up the stumps to examine, and found that they were the ones who had attacked them before.

After putting down the stump, Hecha pinched Lytle's waist.

"what are you doing?!"

This guy actually attacked his waist with the hand that touched the stump!Isn't he too dirty?

"Are you itchy?" Hecha asked.

"A little bit." Lytle didn't understand why, and then he was overjoyed. Could it be that his old problem of flaccidity is gone?

"Your sense is not that sharp." Hecha analyzed: "It means that we may be hallucinating."

Oh, he knew that his old problems would not get better easily. After all, Hecha was attacked by him several times today and he didn't notice it. It's really not normal.

Lytle thought that the puppet masters have special hallucinogens that can make people hallucinate after eating them. They can send all kinds of puppets to rob and kill you in their dreams, which saves time and effort, but the potion has a strong garlic smell. As soon as you smell it, you will know that even people who don't know how to drink it don't like to drink it. Besides, they only went through one round of various puppet robbery and killing them, and he didn't notice it at all.

Hecha suggested: "Go and see the missing toilet in Tryndamere first."

"Why?" Lytle was always extremely repulsed by "smelly" places.

Hecha said: "Maybe he was dragged down at that time."

Lytle couldn't imagine: "You mean, someone secretly hid in the cesspit to pull people?!"

Who would be so bored?Hiding inside and pulling people in to smell the stench together?

"Or is there a toilet monster in it? I just like to catch black skins, and I will catch one as soon as I get close?" Lytle gave full play to his imagination.

Hecha coughed twice and said, "I mean, it might not be a cesspit there, and what you see may not be real."

Lytle thought for a while, when Tryndamere disappeared, the brat was fine. If he really went to see God, the puppet who lost his master would have great mood swings. Of course, it is not ruled out that the puppet is looking forward to the master's ascension behind its loyalty. .

"Ok."

Lytle slapped the brat to wake him up.

With a slap down, the brat's forehead shook, still snoring like thunder.

If one slap can't solve the problem, then use two slaps.

The brat screamed and jumped up: "Who dares to hit Miss Ben in the face?!"

Lytle put his hands on his hips: "Your voice affects our thoughts."

The brat glanced at Hecha quietly, and covered his face shyly: "Did Miss Ben make any seductive noises?"

"No." Lytle mercilessly accused her of making her see the reality: "Your snoring is too loud, like a carriage hitting a goat and screaming fiercely."

"You are slandering! The carriage will never hit the goat! Because the goat only exists in the manor, the carriage will only run outside the manor!" The brat angrily raised his foot and kicked Lytle's little chirp: "Go to hell Ugly woman."

Facts have proved that it is impossible for a weak chicken to avoid a puppet that has the combat power to defeat a cavalry. When Lytle wanted to dodge quickly, she had already stepped on it.

Fortunately, Hecha gave him a hand, and the kick that Brazen kicked at Little Haw hit his ass again.

Oh, his ass suffered the pain that others couldn't bear, Lytle's eyes were full of tears, although her strength was not as strong as last time - this may be due to hallucinations, but it did not prevent him from going upstairs Time to limp.

"Is my ointment still effective?" Lytle wanted to cry uncomfortably.

He didn't want Hecha to help paint it again, the guy always liked to stick his fingers in his ass.

The latrine on the second floor was full of water stains, Lytle wiped the black and smelled the smell and didn't want to go forward.

He asked the brat, "How are you feeling now?"

The brat smiled slyly: "It's refreshing and uplifting."

Lytle's butt was aching: "Okay, I can officially confirm that Tryndamere has not gone to see God."

This perverted puppet, if Tryndamere is dead, can he attack another master? !

If it becomes his, he will definitely take out the golden key and influence her with love.

"Go in and have a look." Lytle kicked the brat with his toe.

Just as the brat was about to refuse, he found that Hecha Shunlytle was looking at her tenderly!

God, is this a confession in disguise? !

The brat walked happily to the toilet.

"It stinks inside!"

Of course he knows!Lytle pinched his nose and came in together.

The fierce egg circled around the cesspit with vigorous steps: "I didn't find anything strange."

Lytle stood behind her, this time, it was his turn to smile: "Really?"

The brat looked around without noticing and nodded by the way.

Lytle jumped up and kicked her into the cesspit.