don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle suddenly thought of a good idea.

He hooked Carey's neck enthusiastically, pretending that they knew each other well: "How about we exchange equal value?"

Kerry knew that there was nothing good to do, so he refused without thinking: "I don't need you to exchange for nothing."

Lytle pouted, he had other curiosity.

"You look weak, how did you escape from Omans after getting the information?"

At this moment, Kerry showed an indescribable expression.

Lytle was overjoyed, and he knew that this guy had obtained the information through improper means, which was why Earl Omans was worried and afraid.

He squinted his eyes and guessed, "You couldn't be... seduced the real Lanny, could you?"

Carey leaned back, with a look of disbelief on his face: "You could have covered this?!"

Lytle was not very happy, and his jealous expression was palpable: "Which undercover agent can enjoy fame and fortune as comfortably as you? How does it feel to be liked by the number one beauty in Delance?"

"What's your tone?" Kerry rolled his eyes angrily: "Could it be that you like women?"

Could it be that I still like men? !

Lytle tugged at the hem of the skirt, feeling angry in his heart, and Hecha's evil face flashed across his mind quickly, and he was frightened out of his wits, shaking his hands to wave him away: "Go, go! Go away, the devil!"

Carey: "..."

"All in all." Lytle concluded irresponsibly, "You've made a lot of money."

"No." Keli's face turned pale, and a sense of vicissitudes emerged spontaneously: "She is very beautiful, her skin is so white that it is transparent, her eyes are big and agile, and her face is also oval, but..."

Lytle smacked his lips twice, and his brain opened wide: "She has an incurable disease? So Earl Omans changed a fake Lanny to marry Hecha, and you also lost love?"

Carey took a deep breath, wanting to cry, "But he's a man! He has a chirp! It's big! There's no Miss Laney at all, only Master Laney!"

Lytle opened his mouth wide, and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Don't just look at the surface in everything, maybe he has an unspeakable secret in dressing up as a woman, you have to understand."

Just like him, any little boy who disguised himself as a woman should be treated kindly in order to survive.

"It's easy to say." Kerry muttered, "How can you, a woman, understand the feeling of being deceived?"

Lytle roughly digested his words, and instantly drew a sly smile: "Could it be that you took off your pants without hesitation when you saw his big chirping? Hehehe, no wonder Omans was so angry that he chased you down. What a warrior."

Kerry responded vaguely, his eyes blurred.

"Anyway, there are holes in the front and back, and it's the same when the lights are turned off." Lytle comforted.

"Same ass!" Kerry jumped three feet high as if he had eaten dynamite: "He fucked me! Is being stabbed the same as stabbing someone else? Is it? One will hurt and the other will Very cool!"

"Oh..." Lytle's eyes were filled with sympathy. Poor Charlie, who was about the same age as him, had his little chrysanthemum stabbed. It must be painful for Haw to poke it, right?"

Carey looked at him a bit sourly, and said earnestly, "What are you, a little girl, asking so hard? This kind of thing excites you? It will only refresh your three views."

Lytle hummed dissatisfiedly, he just wanted to seek some psychological comfort.

It seems that he is not the only one who is unlucky. Compared to being stabbed by a villain who already knows that he is a devil, the sudden contrast of a cute girl turning into a big eagle is even more unacceptable.

"Everything will be fine." Lytle encouraged, and he divided the medicine pack into two parts from his arms, one for himself and one for Keri: "This is for treating the buttocks. I spend ten gold coins. It's very easy." Dear."

Carey looked back and forth, and he couldn't help but read out the large characters on the packaging: "The magic hand rejuvenates, the medicine cures the disease, keeps away the pain, perfects the chrysanthemum, God, isn't this the cure for hemorrhoids?!"

"Yeah." Lytle blinked his eyes: "Don't stick to the details, the effects of the medicine are mutual, you don't want your ass to break into a black hole, do you?"

"Okay." Kerry was dazed by his big reasoning, and then he felt something was wrong: "Wait, why do you have ointment for maintaining chrysanthemums?!"

Lytle was taken aback by the words, his eyes wandering.

"Could it be..." Kerry leaned closer to meet his gaze.

"What are you looking at me for?!" Lytle straightened up his body, bluffing: "I just think this ointment is rare, why don't you want to keep it?!"

"Does Duke Hecha have any special hobbies?" Keli ignored his nonsense and rubbed his chin. "I heard that he liked a servant before, and he prostituted himself day and night, and played with him all day and all night."

How does everyone know? !

"Here and again." Lytle was half-dead with anger: "Who said it?! Who heard it?! Damn it - who leaked it?!"

"Why are you so excited?" Kerry was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized: "You regard him as a rival in love?"

Lytle gave him a "hehe" look.

"Don't get in too deep." Carey reminded: "He is a high-ranking Duke. Once your fake identity is discovered, what if he sends you to the execution ground in a fit of anger?"

"Ha ha."

Kerry analyzed again: "But since you have played such a shameful game with him, Duke Hecha should be lenient if he still has a bit of conscience."

Lytle didn't bother to refute, he didn't play any shameful games, he just had a little pain in his little ass, and it was a little hollow.

Lytle's tone was gloomy: "If you accept my medicine bag, we will exchange it at equal value."

Kerry was slightly taken aback: "So?"

"You want to make me a mask of Duke Hecha." Lytle said confidently.

In this way, when he returned to Moyevia, he could walk in the castle openly, cheat out the true location of the nutrient solution by the way, loot everything, and leave domineeringly.

Why is this little girl always talking to herself?

"Okay." Kerry decided to deal with this little girl who threatened people indiscriminately: "I will send it to your room tomorrow."

Lytle didn't expect this guy to be so talkative, so he went back to his room happily. The nutrient solution was waving at him, wasn't it?

He went back to the bedroom and took the scissors to open the medicine bag. Sure enough, there was a bag of medicine powder and a small porcelain bottle similar to rouge.

Lytle dipped a little bit of it with his hand and smelled it under his nose. Oh, it smells like honey and lemon. He took off his pants, lay on the bed with his butt up, and stuffed the ointment into the small chrysanthemum.

After a while, he felt refreshed, and the feeling of emptiness and slight pain gradually disappeared.

Sure enough, you get what you pay for, Lytle was refreshed and included it in the repurchase list.

In the evening, Hecha finally came back after having a secret conversation with Mrs. Carrey. He opened the door and found little Aina half asleep, with flushed cheeks.

"What's the matter?" Hecha touched his forehead, but it wasn't hot. His fingers slipped and stretched into the quilt, but his body temperature was quite high.

Lytle hadn't fallen asleep at first, but woke up when he was touched. He immediately wrapped the quilt tightly in fright, and his eyes widened: "You, when did you come in?!"

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "You caught my hand."

Lytle let go of the bedding a little.

Hecha squeezed several times before reluctantly taking it back.

There has always been something wrong recently, Lytle thought angrily, he should actively resist, but he got used to it after touching it, could it be because he couldn't resist at all? !

"Get up and eat." Hecha patted his buttocks through the quilt.

"Oh." Lytle twisted his body and refused to move: "What did you talk about?"

"About the spread of addictive drugs." He Cha frowned: "She doesn't seem to trust me very much."

Lytle nestled on the pillow and snickered: "Hey hey hey, the beauty trick is useless for mature women, isn't it—oh!"

"You can't always bully me like that." Lytle shivered under the quilt.

"I just want to be close and close to you," Hecha confessed.

"No." Lytle hummed twice.

Hecha lowered his head and said ambiguously: "But we are going to hold a wedding soon, and there are many more in-depth things to do."

Hmph, impossible!

Lytle felt deeply in his heart, and he would be able to fly away in a short time. Not only would Little Chrysanthemum be safe and sound, but he would also be so angry that this guy would yell.

It's a pity that the future is the future. In order not to be tortured, he immediately flattered him: "I met Charlie!"

"Charlie?" Hecha asked slowly while enjoying himself.

"Oh! It's... it's Kerry!" Lytle burst into tears.

Hecha was puzzled: "Mrs. Lina and I played sloppy eyes, and frankly said that there is no such person in her city, so how could they put him in an obvious castle for us to find?"

Lytle said weakly: "Can you go out?"

He Cha thought for a moment and stopped moving.

Anyway, there are many things to be done at night. Before that, it is not impossible to let the little guy have enough physical strength.

"He can be a human skin mask, so he looks different from when he was in Moyevia." Lytle replied blankly.

"Then how did you find him?"

Lytle was triumphant: "No matter how much you pretend, you can't escape my sharp eyes."

Hecha pinched his nose lovingly.

Lytle immediately tightened his neck.

Oh, he doesn't like the look in this guy's eyes, it looks like he's going to eat him.

"Can you still find him?" Hecha asked. "I want to ask him something."

Lytle immediately betrayed Keli for the safety of Little Chrysanthemum: "He will come over tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Hecha let him go as soon as he was happy.

Lytle lifted the quilt and touched the ground with his feet, and was ten feet away from the bad guy in an instant.

It turns out that it doesn't matter how far he stays away.

Ten minutes later, Hecha led Lytle, who was forced to approach, slowly down the stairs.

Mrs. Lina was already waiting for them in the restaurant.

After she signaled the servants to put the silver plates on the long table, she said solemnly: "Beli Dada died in his castle."