don't make me wear a skirt

With a "plop", the brat fell in, and before she could struggle, she rolled her eyes and sank.

Lytle poked his head out and looked in, but it was gone.

"She didn't climb up?"

Hecha crouched down to check.

How did this guy get so close to the cesspit?

Lytle kept retreating back.

"Why don't we go down and have a look." Hecha suggested.

What are you looking at?Is there anything nice down there?Is there gold?

"Go." Lytle hugged the edge of the window tightly and waved to him: "Goodbye."

"It's not me, it's us." Hecha stood up and looked at him, and said softly.

"I don't want it." Lytle trembled: "Go down if you want, I will burn paper money for you every year on the festival day."

Hecha approached him and explained: "Every illusion created by the potion has an exit. Obviously, starting from Tryndamere, he was the first one to go down, and the brat, the last one, never came up."

"Oh, they probably all went to see God." Lytle drew a cross on his chest.

"There is another possibility." Hecha walked in front of him.

"What?" Lytle asked warily.

"They have gone out of illusion."

"Then I won't dance either."

Lytle looked at him firmly, no one could make him jump into the cesspit!This damn guy can't even use coercion to force him!

Heza looked at the rising water level outside the window: "Even if we don't go down, we will be submerged by stagnant water soon."

Lytle couldn't understand him: "Isn't it more comfortable to be drowned in water than to be smoked to death in a cesspit?"

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "The toilet outside has been flooded."

Well, that means stagnant water is also dirty water that contains all sorts of messy, stinky stuff.

Lytle hesitated.

He Cha said softly: "You can get in first and try to adapt."

Hmph, this guy is only so gentle when he is forced to do something he doesn't want to do.

Lytle muttered as he tiptoed forward.

Just when he saw the greenish color in the smear, he was also wrapped around his waist, oh, his face was touched by something soft, causing him to lose his mind for a moment.

Hecha pressed his forehead into his chest.

The next second Lytle realized he had fallen into a cesspit.

The stench that came from his nostrils made him dazed, but fortunately his mouth was not corroded, the thing that had just rubbed on his cheek moved to his lips and entered his mouth along the way.

Why did this whore kiss him again?Has he agreed? !

Lytle rolled his eyes in a "bastard" style, and sank down in the same posture.

After waking up, he was lying on the big soft bed. The rain outside the window was still pattering, but it didn't feel like a storm was coming, but it was peaceful.

This is the puppet attacking their room, looking up at the window, there is no sign of a fight, as if nothing happened.

Lytle felt his waist was warm and itchy.

Trying to figure out what was going on with his feet, Lytle shook off the hands on his waist, smacked his mouth twice and got up.

Hecha this guy!Kissed him twice!

Lytle started snapping his fingers and sticking out his tongue twice, he definitely had some nasty thoughts about Lanny!

The door creaked open, and a dark head poked out.

"Oh, Teda." Lytle opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Didn't you go to see God?"

"Of course!" Two heads, one big and one small, popped out from behind him, one was Liperson, and the other was Brave.

The brat was looking at him angrily... The arms wrapped around his waist have now been thrown back on the bed.

Lytle couldn't believe it: "Who is so vicious?! He actually set the cesspit as an exit!"

How did he get the hallucinogens?When did you enter the illusion again?What about Tisha and Ad?What about the owner and cook of the inn?

Also, why hasn't Hecha woke up yet? !

Lytle picked up the guy, checked his nose, oh, it's hot, he's not dead, and threw him back on the bed in disappointment.

But there was a little joy in my heart, how could the devil die?

Tisha walked in carrying the big-breasted cook who was tied into a sandbag, and she couldn't help being surprised when she saw Lytle wake up: "I thought you would grow old with the illusion."

Lytle snorted twice proudly: "No one can limit your clever and witty master."

Tisha randomly found a rag to silence the cook's nonsense, and threw her on the cold ground.

"How does the cesspit smell?" Tisha asked enthusiastically. If she could enter the illusion with her master, she couldn't wait to see Lytle's tender little face turn pale with fright for jumping into the pit.

Lytle blushed suddenly.

He didn't taste the cesspit, but he tasted the saliva of Duke Hecha, something that lovers do twice in one day!

"There's nothing to say." Lytle asked dejectedly, "Who can tell me what happened?"

Tryndamere raised his hand and said, "I went to pee."

"We all know this." Lytle nodded and motioned him to continue.

"Then my foot slipped and I fell into the pit!" Tryndamere showed a terrified expression: "I thought I was going to die! My dream of being a puppeteer would also end here, but I came back here when I opened my eyes."

Lytle had lingering fears: "Fortunately, you haven't registered, otherwise you will be the first puppeteer who fell into the cesspit because of going to the toilet."

Tryndamere concluded shyly, "Is that a blessing in disguise?"

"Forget it." Lytle patted him on the shoulder, and told him sincerely: "But next time, don't slip your feet, if you really fall into the cesspit, God will not accept your soul, because the smell is so bad His soul will trouble his old man's sleep."

Lipson spoke second: "I sneaked upstairs while you were asleep."

Lytle vaguely guessed.

Liperson sighed: "I have been fishing for a long time, but I still haven't found Taida's body. I was heartbroken and exhausted. When I got up, my head was dizzy. I couldn't stand still and fell down."

Lytle applauds their friendship.

The brat stood up with her head held high, she was finally able to tell her tragic experience, and accused the vicious woman in front of her of the crimes: "Ms. Ben..."

Lytle interrupted her directly: "You don't need to elaborate on what happened to you, we know it all, next one."

The brat stared angrily.

Tisha opened the palm of the big-breasted cook to Lytle, and it showed different degrees of calluses. He lowered his head and sniffed it carefully. It smelled like medicine, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Where's the innkeeper?"

Tisha said: "Escaped, Ade is on the way to hunt."

Lytle paced back and forth, stopped suddenly, and spread his hands: "The smell of the potion on her hands should not be what controls us into the illusion, there will be no calluses on the puppeteer's hands, and they all have special gloves for work. "

Lipson pointed at the palm of his hand and shouted: "The ugly woman is fooling us again, isn't this cocoon?"

Lytle fixed his eyes in disbelief——

Damn it, he actually has calluses? !

When did it start? !His hands were fine three months ago!It's all because Omans stole all the belongings!Think about it with your head, if you can't even afford the maintenance and nutrient solutions for Tisha, what extra money does he have to buy gloves for himself?

Lytle retracted his hand with a "swoosh" and stammered his excuse: "Oh, this was an accident...although it was an accident, but... still cannot deny that I am an excellent puppeteer."

"Puppet master?"

At this moment, Hecha opened his eyes.

Lytle's body was slightly stiff, why does this guy always wake up when he should wake up?Waking up when you shouldn't?

After punching Heza's slack face twice in his heart, he patted Tryndamere's head lovingly, and added, "Master."

Tryndamere: "..."

"So." Lytle shifted the subject with a guilty conscience: "What should we do now?"

Hecha frowned, lifted the quilt, squatted down in front of the cook, and tore the clothes on her chest.

The two children covered their eyes one after another and peeked out through the gap, oh my god, those two missiles are so white!

"Are we going to die?" Lipson asked quietly, "I saw that there are two missile heads installed on it."

"I don't know." Tryndamere shook his head, his face pale.

There is a light blue tattoo on the lower part of the cook's chest. The style of the tattoo is very familiar to Lytle. It is the logo of the members of the Venerton Mercenary Group. It is famous for being bold. As long as you give enough gold coins, anything you dare not do will be done for you. .

Of course, boldness does not mean strength, let alone success, otherwise he would not have run away from Hecha's manor a year ago with his hands on his butt.

He took a look and covered her forehead with the quilt.

"So how the hell did they get caught?" Lytle regretfully looked away from the missile, lost in new contemplation.

Why didn't Ade and Tisha get involved in the illusion?

"Last night, we all took hallucinogens," Tisha said.

Lytle blinked: "And then?"

Tisha frowned, pointing to the woman whose head was covered by the quilt and said, "She gave me a piece of bread with antidote butter in the interlayer."

Lytle was puzzled, didn't they belong together?Or is there infighting?

Under the quilt, the cook's face was ugly.

Last night, she and her boss happily arranged the situation and took the antidote—it was all because the damned Duke Hecha was too suspicious and wasted their pot of antidote. Let him be reimbursed completely!

It's a pity that the weather was not as expected. It began to rain lightly outside, and gradually, it began to rain heavily.

This didn't prevent them from preparing a puppet to strangle the target in the illusion. Oh, she knew that Duke Hecha would not die so easily, so it didn't matter. She prepared a dagger and directly inserted it into his heart when he was unsuspecting.

Almost forgot, the benefactor specifically emphasized to them that Miss Lani, the daughter of Earl Omans, must not have her life in danger.