don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle's heart was beating wildly, and no one wanted to meet someone who knew his identity, and wait quietly for him to walk away before exhaling.

Hecha followed his gaze and looked indifferently: "Do you know him?"

Lytle touched his nose and quickly denied: "How is that possible?! I'm just a reclusive lady."

After finishing speaking, he went from one alley to another, with a long crooked tail following behind him.

The exit of the south gate was covered by green shade, perhaps it had been deserted for a long time, and the hard city wall was covered with layers of moss. Lytle walked anxiously, so much so that he met a man with scars on his eyes and The woman with the whip hit each other.

The patterns on the backs of their hands were clearly visible, and Lytle wondered why they belonged to the Venerton mercenary group. Are they planning to have a party in Breganitelli tonight?

Ade reacted quickly and took out the sack and set one for the cook and the owner of the inn.

Now they looked even more suspicious, exactly like a group of murderers who wiped out their corpses.

There was a moment of stagnation in the air, and they looked at each other and examined each other.

After a while, the man took it out of his arms.

What does he want to do?

Lytle jumped back in fright.

Hecha caught him behind.

The arms around the waist were too tight, and Lytle twisted and twisted out of Hecha's arms unhappily.

The man took out a portrait and asked fiercely, "Have you seen this man?"

Lytle squinted his eyes and glanced forward, and couldn't help complaining: "Isn't this just a stick figure? Even if you know it, you can't tell it apart if you draw it like this?"

In the portrait, the hands, legs, and body are connected in one line, the head is an oval shape, with a few rustling hairs outlined on the head, and the eyes are also a vertical line, which is still blue.

Lytle rubbed his chin and guessed: "Could it be that the person in the portrait is actually bald, but he used a small amount of hair-increasing medicine to cause uneven hair at birth?"

"Low knowledge." A cold light flashed in the man's eyes: "This is the portrait of Sirik Hecha."

Lytle asked cautiously, "Is that the Hecha I thought of?"

The man smiled coldly: "Is there a second Hecha in the Xihuo Empire?"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

As soon as the words fell, Lytle clutched his stomach and laughed unsteadily.

Behind him, Brave and Lipson laughed intermittently until he gasped for breath, helping him continue to echo.

Hecha squeezed his waist hard.

"Aww." Lytle was so uncomfortable being rubbed that he could only bite his lip to control himself and dare not make mistakes.

The man said impatiently, "Do you know each other?"

Lytle asked curiously: "What are you looking for him for?"

At this time, the whip-throwing woman standing quietly beside the man as the background board spoke, she twisted her slender waist and smiled: "What do we do, can't you see it?"

Lytle rubbed his hands expectantly. Could it be the old doctor who treated baldness?Seeing Hecha in the portrait who has been ill for a long time, so he heard the news and came here for diagnosis?

The man glanced at the two moving sacks: "It seems that you don't look like good people, I'll just say it straight, of course we are going to kill Cyric Hecha."

"You really are villains with ideas, I wish you success." Lytle gave a thumbs up approvingly for their bold actions: "By the way, can you tell me the source of the portrait? In terms of talent, he can definitely be called a master. "

Hecha calmly brought Lytle back who was eager to ask about it, and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, we haven't seen the person in the portrait."

lie!Lytle yelled in his heart, you are obviously that person!

"I know." The woman sighed in disappointment, and she said to the man, "Let's go, Witt is still waiting for us."

The man muttered: "Who wants to work with him? Last time he made a big painting alone without telling us and there was a problem. This time he wants to act alone. Unless Hecha is an idiot, he will send it without a portrait." Come to the door and let him cut it?"

"Stop complaining." The woman grabbed his ears: "If you didn't get drunk and passed out at night, he would have come here earlier?"

"It's not my business?"

The two walked farther and farther away, and the voice gradually became inaudible.

"His portrait is simply too vivid!" Lytle never forgot about the stickman: "When will I have such superb skills?"

Hecha held the branch slowly and said, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want me to draw a picture for you?"

Lytle was dubious: "You will too?"

This guy only paints himself handsome and handsome!

Lytle likes the old man with sparse hair in the portrait in the man's hand just now, that is real and closer to life.

In the mud, Hecha sketched a portrait of a kneeling stickman holding a dog crawling from behind.

Lytle's eyes widened: "Why are there two people?!"

"One is you." Hecha pointed to the dog crawling pose, and then pointed to the kneeling stickman: "The other is me."

Lytle put his hands on his hips and was very dissatisfied with the pose in the painting: "You want me to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

"You can say that." Hecha was surprised: "Do you understand?"

Lytle exhaled through his nostrils and "hummed" twice.

An insidious and cunning guy, on the surface he cares about "Lanny" in every possible way, but actually wants him to kowtow!

This is a provocation to him!Lytle was in a bad mood.

He just politely laughed at the thinning hair on Hexa's portrait, and this guy wants him to kneel and beg for mercy? !

He snatched the branch from Hecha's hand, redrawn a stick figure lying flat and weeping, and a stick figure sitting on him showing off his might, and pointed to the one above: "This is me."

Pointing to the one below: "This is you."

Hecha rubbed his head: "You can do whatever position you like."

That's about the same.Satisfied, Lytle dropped the branch.

After leaving Bregant, Angelina, who was in a daze, finally came back to her senses. Her eyes widened to suppress her emotions: "I killed Mr. Popton!"

Lytle said without thinking: "Don't be joking, Popton is a cavalry commander anyway, even if you sit on him with your butt pointed at his nostrils, he can calmly push your skinny body away."

Angelina picked up the half-used potion: "I was panicked at the time, so I poured this bottle on him."

Lytle was stunned: "What is this?"

Angelina said: "The potion you gave me."

Lytle remembered, oh, this bottle seems to be the potion he gave Angelina to strengthen her body.

"What's the matter with it?" Lytle looked at her suspiciously, her face didn't improve and she seemed paler than before.

"I accidentally splashed Mr. Popton with it." Angelina's eyes were dark: "He bled from all seven orifices and passed out."

Oh, it is obviously a medicine for strengthening the body, does it have other functions that have not been developed?

Lytle tilted his head and fell into contemplation, and finally concluded: "Popton may just be too tired. He always likes to dance the dance of creating life with the captured girl in the middle of the night, but unfortunately, not everyone is blessed to enjoy it. .”

Lytle secretly glanced at Hecha, thick, this bastard will follow in his footsteps sooner or later.

Hecha didn't notice Lytle's eyes, and confiscated Angelina's potion in the name of "dangerous goods not suitable for ladies to carry".

There are tricks!Lytle immediately sounded the alarm. Does this guy want to secretly consume his potion in a quiet night?Wouldn't it be more difficult to break free from the hand touching his ass? !

Lytle was taken aback by his own thoughts, and his eyes couldn't help but glance.

Finally, he approached metaphorically, posing as a life mentor and taught: "Stealing other people's medicine is not a good behavior."

Hecha waited silently for him to speak.

"So you don't consider giving it back to me?" Lytle stared at the potion with bloodshot eyes, and stretched out his evil claws.

Hecha stuffed the potion back into the interspatial bag, and tapped his lips.

Lytle's eyes gradually lowered, and his thin lips were close at hand.

Damn, is this guy trying to stick his tongue in his mouth and stir again?Do you think he will be fooled a second time with the same trick? !

Lytle gave a vicious "dream" look, lifted the hem of his skirt and took small steps to find Tisha.

Hecha looked at his back thoughtfully.

"Tissa, Tisha." Lytle approached nervously: "What are you doing?"

Oh, how is his Tisha leaking things as she walks?

"Help you clean up the interspatial bag." Tisha threw the bottles and cans out.

"Oh!" Lytle hugged the space bag and did not let go: "How can you do this! My last few bottles of medicine are in it!"

Tisha returned the neatly organized space bag to Lytle: "Your expired medicine will lead to various uncertain and dangerous situations."

Lytle looked inside with tears in his eyes, no, nothing, only Hecha's can.

Oh, that's not okay, he must steal his out-of-print potion back when he goes to bed at night.

Lytle clenched his fists and made up his mind.

After entering the national road, the group went around and came to a place where horse-drawn carriages were hired.

Lytle was looking forward to the nutrient solution in the castle, and he was eager to return home. He said angrily: "Instead of suffering all the troubles, it's better to take the national road and go back quickly."

Ade relieved: "At least we discovered the dirty trading experiment behind Viscount Belida."

The author has something to say:

The dog crawling style is this kind of ORZ hehehe

Lytle has never been treated like this, so I don’t know ╮(￣▽￣")╭

I'll know later