don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle, who was not very repulsive, began to repel after being fed three or four times.

"Although I like meat very much." Lytle subconsciously caught the sausage delivered by Hecha: "But you can't feed me like a child."

After Lytle swallowed the sausage, Hecha fed another piece of beef, and when he realized it, he had already started chewing.

"You obviously like it very much." Hecha pinched his bulging face.

Lytle's face was torn into white dough, and he almost choked to death.

He finished the beef quickly, covered his mouth and turned his face away in strong protest.

Which kind-hearted thief would serve the elusive fiancé who is in heat anytime and anywhere for the original owner?

Only him!Lytle healed a heart full of skull holes and trauma, nothing unbearable, the guy even touched his little ass when applying the medicine!

It must be on purpose!Who would touch a lady's ass?Lytle seriously suspected that this guy had a mental problem. If he hadn't stopped him in time, that finger would have stabbed him in!

This is definitely something a pervert would do!

On the other side of the wooden table, the brat was holding the silverware and his eyes were blazing with fire.

The damned woman is seducing her crush again!

She angrily poked her fork on the wooden table.

"Ouch, brat!" Liperson screamed and raised her head, "You got into the back of my hand!"

The brat's head was lifted up, and her body was still standing on the wooden table. She took two steps forward and pulled the fork out of the back of Liberson's hand, blood gushed out.

Liperson slumped weakly on the wooden chair due to excessive blood loss.

Tryndamere noticed the situation, and he was startled when he saw Bobo's bleeding hand. "God, what's wrong with you?"

"Woooooo!"

Lipson cried and asked Tryndamere to help him with medicine: "The brat bullied me again!"

Tryndamere waved at the Brave, "You must apologize to him."

"I'm sorry, Dung Beetle." The brat bowed ninety degrees and said, "I shouldn't treat your hand as a sandbag, although it looks too similar."

Lipson got even angrier, rolling his eyes while panting.

After eating, Lytle burped, and Tisha packed his luggage and tied a pink bow on his beautiful black hair, and then he was ready to go.

He looks like a ignorant innocent girl with this outfit!

"I hate all the bells and whistles." As soon as Tisha turned around, Lytle wanted to rip it off.

Tisha stopped him: "Dear master, I have matched your dressing style according to Duke Hecha's preferences. With the bow, you are like a delicate little princess."

"Why should I dress myself according to his preferences?" Lytle glanced at Hecha, who was calmly talking to Ade, and said incredulously: "He has already shown signs of spring!"

Tisha was stunned: "Fa Chun?"

Lytle nodded frantically, gratefully found a way to vent, and complained in a low voice: "He touched my ass several times! He often kisses me, the kind with his tongue sticking in."

Tisha realized something in an instant, and took a breath: "You exposed your identity?"

Lytle recalled seriously: "No."

Tisha thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Did he reach into the skirt and touch your butt?"

"Oh...this..." Lytle twisted his right finger with his left finger: "Actually...he often does this while I'm asleep, and puts it on my butt when I wake up."

"But I can assure you." Lytle's eyes glowed firmly: "He never stabbed in."

Tisha fell into deep thought, and after a long time, she asked, "Then why are you so sure that he didn't find out? Just touch the front and you'll know you're a little boy, right?"

"So I suspect he is a pervert!" Lytle clenched his fists: "Because he is only interested in the butt!"

Tisha always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell, so she had to give up, and said: "You still have to be careful, Duke Hecha will not let Aina go easily, once you reveal your identity, you are very likely to be locked in the castle for the rest of your life." , living a life of ass poking in the dark—"

"No, no, no." Lytle hurriedly interrupted her: "I have a new development."

Tisha raised an eyebrow.

Lytle continued: "Since this guy kissed me twice, does it mean that he bid farewell to the shadow of Aina before and started to be interested in Lanny."

"so what?"

Lytle coughed, his face flushed slightly: "This way he won't keep thinking about stabbing Aina's ass, and it doesn't matter if his identity is discovered."

Tisha was puzzled: "What are you thinking? Isn't Lanny also pretending to be you? Or do you think it feels better to be stabbed in pants than to be stabbed in a skirt?"

Lytle was shocked.

"Stop talking." He covered his ears, "I don't want to hear it."

He felt even more uncomfortable after a short period of emotional dredging. Hecha had never seen Lan Ni before, that is to say, he would not want to stab the original Lan Ni's ass. This guy always wanted to stab Lan Ni, That is his ass!

Hecha's fumbling hand while sleeping at night is the evidence!

Terrible, Duke Hecha must have some sort of mental illness!

As for mental illness Lytle couldn't figure it out, and he didn't think about the things he couldn't figure out. There was always a group in his mind, and he classified these messy things as abnormal phenomena, because ordinary people wouldn't do that, so he didn't think about it. He couldn't figure it out.

When everything was ready, the moment Lytle got into the carriage was like rushing to the execution ground.

In addition to Duke Hecha, there were also the bound cook and the innkeeper in the carriage.

"Does it still hurt there?" Hecha asked casually.

Lytle glanced around in a panic, and found that the cook and the boss looked at him with deep meaning, so he waved his hands and emphasized: "No, my butt is very strong, and it won't easily cause pain."

Hecha looked down meaningfully.

"Don't look at it!" Lytle's buttocks hurt from being stared at, and he wrapped his hips tightly with the skirt in a fit of anger.

He Cha laughed jokingly: "The skirt is so thick, no matter how I look at it, my hands can't get in. What are you afraid of?"

The heat on Lytle's body rose from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

The cook and the boss turned their heads away.

The cavalry on the street began to prohibit the passage of carriages and pedestrians. The carriage hired by Ade was too big, so he was stopped after only a few steps forward.

A strange look flashed in the cavalry's eyes, and he yelled, "No going out."

Ed ignored him.

The cavalry said impatiently: "Do you know what happened here in the early morning? There are mutants attacking the nobles. If you don't want to die, just go back and hide!"

When the cook heard the cavalry's voice, she began to scream happily.

The cavalry sharply said, "What's the sound?"

The cook screamed louder.

Hecha reacted very quickly, knocked her unconscious with a knife, put his arms around Lytle's waist and lifted the curtain of the car, and said impatiently: "Who interrupted my good business?"

The cavalryman lingered on their faces for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said angrily: "I have time to go home and let you scream."

Lytle: "..."

"Now." The cavalry ordered: "You go home and stay for me."

Ade frowned: "We don't need to follow your orders."

The cavalry was furious, he took out his sword, and the atmosphere around him suddenly became perverse and domineering.

The surrounding cavalry surrounded them one after another when they heard the movement.

Lytle suppressed the hot air above his head, shook his head a few times to get rid of the chaotic breath, looked outside, and narrowed his eyes.

I didn't think about it carefully when I was in the station, but now I see that there are a few puppets among the cavalry. Although they look like people, they are not well-made, and they walk a little stiffly.

This is also why Lytle felt weird just now, since there is a puppet, then... where is the puppet master?

"Is he a puppet master?" Hecha asked calmly behind him, his eyes turned to the cavalrymen who were showing off their might outside the car window.

Lytle's heart skipped a beat: "How do you know?"

He Cha said casually: "The cavalry in the back are actually made up of puppets."

Oh, this guy is absolutely right, he seems to know a lot about puppets.

Lytle had a bad guess in his mind: "Why did so many puppeteers suddenly appear in Breganit?"

He Cha said concisely: "Abandoning the pawns to save the car, Belidada's life will not be guaranteed."

"Then what should we do?" Lytle held his chin.

Hecha thought for a moment, then replied, "Pretend to go back to the station."

Not long after, Lytle lifted his skirt and jumped out of the car, sniffed, and said loudly, "Put away your swords, we'll go back."

The cavalry did not heal and entangled him too much, the sword slipped into the scabbard, and waved his hand: "The carriage stays, go back and stay."

"Our carriage!" Liperson waved his stump and wanted to rush up desperately.

"Save your energy." Lytle grabbed him back: "If you have this time, it's better to take care of your hands. It's the first time I've encountered someone who can stab the back of your hand with a knife and fork when eating. Your eyes are on your neck. Is it?"

"I told you, it was stabbed by the bastard!" Liperson kept struggling to break free: "Are you deaf?!"

Lytle immediately let him go, and condemned loudly: "It's too much! It's time to modify her violent genes, not only beating her master, but also killing her companions!"

With tears in his eyes, Liperson felt the same way: "You are so right."

The group of people did not have a carriage and waited for a while in the post station. After seeing that they had left without any changes, the cavalry sneaked out through the back door quietly.

The south gate was close to the place where Popton was conducting experiments, and Lytle sneaked his head out of the dark alley.

The man in the black cloak was humming and walking on the street openly. The golden sun shone down, and the light blue tattoos on the back of his hands were clearly visible. Behind him were five or six little puppets walking erratically.

Lytle retracted his head. He knew this man. Not long ago, he also attacked Lani and killed her and her servants on the national highway. It turned out that he was a member of the Venerton mercenary group.