don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle nestled under the quilt and emphasized: "I don't like him, he is a nasty ghost, and he likes to see me crying bitterly."

Tisha recalled begging for mercy from inside the car.

"Then why do you see him crying all the time?"

Lytle covered his head with the quilt, and mumbled, "He's going to put his fingers in my mouth."

Sounds like a bad idea.

"Little poor." Tisha poured him a glass of water: "There is no hurdle that cannot be overcome, maybe you will fall in love with that feeling in the future?"

Lytle lifted the quilt and picked up a glass of water to drink: "That will probably only come true in a dream."

"Anything is possible." Tisha reassured.

In the dead of night, Lytle blinked in the dark air, turned over a few times, rubbed left and right, and fell asleep contentedly.

In the dream, his pitiful little eagle laid several round eggs. Lytle took advantage of it and stole a few eggs and put them on the fire to make roasted parrot eggs. The sizzling aroma made him drool DC.

When the parrot eggs were cooked, he couldn't wait to wave the pepper in his hand, sprinkle a little bit on them, and take a bite of the color and fragrance... all? !

Wait, why is it still soft?

He felt wrong while eating.

Aren't they all bad eggs? !Will you have diarrhea?

Lytle was frightened and tried to spit out the parrot egg in his mouth, but the egg yolk turned back in his mouth, and his tongue was entangled.

Lytle became more and more anxious and couldn't vomit, and even became short of breath. He felt uncomfortable while being afraid, thinking of the grievances he had suffered in the past few days. choked up.

When he cried, the parrot eggs spit out automatically.

Lytle sadly returned the remaining eggs.

Unexpectedly, the little eagle had been waiting for a long time, a sharp light flashed in its narrow bird eyes, and it sneered twice: "Haha! You deserve it! Haha! You deserve it! Stupid master, you will lay eggs like me sooner or later!"

Lytle grabbed the bird's neck and said: "Be honest! Are you deliberately laying bad guys for me to eat?!"

"I didn't, I didn't!" Kitty broke free and jumped up and down, rushing into Lytle's skirt.

"damn it--"

Lytle was itching like hell, the eagle had no feathers and was extremely smooth, and even pecked his chest viciously to express his anger while jumping around.

oh!His two little dots!He felt like he was being pulled hard.

For some reason, the puppet bird, which was usually slow, could not be caught now. Not long after, the poor little chrysanthemum was also attacked.

The angry kitty poked hard——

Subconsciously, he tightened his buttocks and squirmed twice.

Lytle struggled in his dreams all night.

The source of everything is that he stole a few parrot eggs!

If I had known it earlier, I wouldn’t have stolen it. It’s not delicious anyway.

In the early morning of the next day, Lytle woke up exhausted physically and mentally, and even the neat bedding was rolled into a mess.

Why is it so hard to get a good night's sleep?

He twisted from the quilt and got out of the tent with a dejected expression. Suddenly, he felt that his butt was a little empty and hurt.

Can dreams still be connected with reality?

Lytle touched the little dot, and it was swollen again!These days, the probability of a little bit of swelling is as high as 50.00%!He unbelievingly took out the little eagle from the space bag.

Kitty Hawk was also depressed, and even yawned several times.

"It really is you!" Lytle squinted his eyes, shot it suspiciously and shot it with bolts of lightning.

"Meow meow?" Kitty Hawk looked bewildered.

Lytle crossed his arms and asked, "Did you deliberately sneak the villain out of the tent last night to lure me to eat?"

"I'm a male bird! I'm a male bird! I can't lay eggs!" The little eagle wanted to slap the bird's claws on the face of its owner angrily.

Lytle dodged and asked uncertainly, "You really didn't lay eggs?"

Xiaoying limped, staggered, and looked lonely: "My butt hurts."

Lytle rubbed his chin, feeling an inexplicable sense of sympathy in his chest. Its posture was so slow, and its movements were not as vigorous as in the dream. The dream was a dream after all.

It may be that he sat for too long, and he may have hemorrhoids.

Lytle immediately did a few squats.

Oh, it seems to be a little bit more comfortable.

As soon as his butt was comfortable, he got up awkwardly to eat breakfast. Tisha put a tablecloth on the grass, and she didn't seem to want to be on the road at all, but went camping instead.

Lytle picked up the sun egg, and remembered the feeling of the egg yolk entangled with his tongue in the dream, unable to spit out or swallow, so he put it down angrily.

"You don't seem to be in good spirits." Tisha raised her eyebrows when she saw his little master in a daze, "Others thought you had experienced a life-and-death catastrophe."

Lytle glanced at Hecha who was sipping black tea calmly, pulled Tisha's sleeve and whispered, "I seem to have hemorrhoids."

Tisha almost spit out the food in her mouth when she heard it.

"Actually..." Lytle tilted his head mysteriously: "I had a strange dream."

"Tell me." Tisha took a sip of her black tea.

"It's the little eagle, you know?" Lytle swallowed, and smiled awkwardly: "I dreamed that he laid several eggs, so I secretly took some away to taste."

Tisha's expression was indifferent.

Lytle continued: "Then Kitty got mad and poked my... ass."

Tisha said, "Have you gone in?"

Lytle nodded gloomily.

"It's your own fault." Tisha sneered, the selfish master deserved to be stabbed in the ass: "You stole other people's children, and you still don't allow others to fight back?"

"God, that's just a dream, it's not my intention." Lytle expressed his aggrievedness, the puppet bird will only give birth to puppet eggs, which are not delicious, and they might even smash their teeth.

Tisha reluctantly accepted his words: "Do you have any symptoms?"

Lytle frowned: "When I woke up this morning, I felt a little pain."

"It shouldn't be the reason for the dream, it's hemorrhoids." Tisha made a judgment, and hated iron and steel: "Who made you always like to lie in bed when you have nothing to do? Now who is to blame for the hemorrhoids? Wait a minute When you enter the city, go buy a bottle of plaster for special treatment."

"No, no!" Lytle stared round with peach blossom eyes, and waved his hands hastily.

"Why? You still want to sleep with the hemorrhoid in your butt every day?" Tisha couldn't guess what the master was thinking.

Lytle moved his butt, leaned closer to Tisha, folded his hands into an arc fan shape, and kept sneaking glances at Hecha: "That guy will definitely make fun of me!"

Tisha snorted coldly: "That's good, you just wait to be tortured to death by hemorrhoids. Anyway, bleeding from the buttocks is not a big deal, you have experienced it before."

"Bleeding?!" Lytle bounced off the tablecloth.

"It depends on whether the condition is serious or not." Tisha gracefully forked a piece of strawberry cake into her mouth.

Will it get worse if left untreated?

After breakfast, Lytle not only looked slumped, but also touched his butt from time to time.

His poor ass, why is he always suffering?

When the cavalry opened the gates, Hecha passed his token to the gatekeepers.

The city guard looked at him in surprise: "Your token belongs to the highest level. If you don't go to the big cities, why do you have to come to the small city of Karui?"

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "Some things can only be answered by following a fixed path."

Lytle sighed endlessly, would this guy die if he didn't play tricks?

The city guard looked at Lytle again: "Who is this?"

"My wife." Hecha smiled and hugged the waist of the little boy beside him.

The city guard also showed an ambiguous smile: "Your wife is so beautiful."

"Thank you." Hecha responded politely.

When they were far away, Lytle broke his wrist indignantly: "Don't call me madam!"

Shouting like this makes them seem to have a substantial relationship!

In fact, his little chrysanthemum is well protected, and no one can irrigate it with infusion.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling elated.

"Wait a minute." Tisha stopped them suddenly.

Hecha stopped.

"I think we should go to the doctor's office."

Tisha pointed to the wooden plaque in front of it and said, "Dexing Pavilion, it seems to be a name only given by people from the East, and it looks very reliable."

"Are you sick?" He Cha was slightly stunned, and pressed the waist in his arms.

"Oh oh oh, what are you going to do? I'm healthy." Lytle's feet went limp immediately, and he stared at Tisha weakly, motioning her to come up with a reason to fool her.

But Tisha didn't seem to hear it, and she explained the facts indifferently: "My stupid master has hemorrhoids, and his ass will rot if he doesn't cure it."

Hecha was surprised: "He got hemorrhoids?"

Lytle covered his face, not wanting to see anyone.

"Not only that." Tisha glanced lightly at Lytle, whose eyes were empty: "He still doesn't dare to do treatment."

Hecha frowned: "I don't seem to have touched..."

"What did you say?" Lytle moved his ears vigilantly while covering his face.

Did he seem to hear something?

"It's nothing." Hecha smiled: "If Miss Lanny dares not to take the medicine by herself, I can help."

"Stop dreaming!" Lytle threw off his hands angrily: "I'm not a giant baby, I can paint myself!"

Then strode into the medical hall.

Open the curtain and walk into the interior. The style inside is very simple. There is only one stool and one table. The old man with white beard is sitting against the wall and snoring.

"God, are you closing down?"

The author has something to say:

Because this week's list is not very good, I will make a false update every day at two o'clock in the morning!

Don't be fooled, everyone~

Is it hemorrhoids or... ╮(￣▽￣")╭ What do you think?