don't make me wear a skirt

Mrs. Lina and the bald bird looked at each other affectionately. The hairless body looked round and the eyeballs were unusually big. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and she slowly turned her gaze to the little boy who was tied up: "This is evidence?"

Lytle smiled shyly, "Of course not."

Madam Lina's expression changed: "How dare you play me?!"

She wanted to reach out to lift this ugly thing out, at the same time, Kitty Eagle opened his mouth, and the raging fire burned the delicate makeup completely.

"Good job!" Lytle's eyes sparkled.

Madam Lina screamed and threw the interspatial bag out, and the skin on her face wrinkled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Idiot! Idiot!" Kitty Hawk folded her fat wings on her hips, held her head high, and made a smug expression.

Lytle jumped twice on the spot, and ordered: "Good job, help me untie!"

The little eagle jumped onto the bed awkwardly, flapped its wings and turned around on the bed-oh, it couldn't find a place to tie a knot.

"Where is it? Where is it?" It stretched its neck and turned around, but it couldn't figure it out, it was so anxious.

"Inside the quilt." Lytle looked like a spring breeze on the surface, and kept complaining in his heart, oh, as a witty puppeteer, how could he create such a stupid bird?

The little eagle nimbly got in from under the quilt, and pecked vigorously at the master's wrist twice.

The sharp pain made Lytle's eyes tear open.

"Ow! You poked my flesh!"

Hearing the sound, Xiaoying raised his head in a daze, a piece of the bedding protruded.

Lytle saw Mrs. Lina tearing off the wrinkled face and skin, revealing a handsome face, but her attitude was aloof, cold and domineering, and her eyes were very unfriendly. He was wearing a long water-blue dress, but he was wearing a man's shirt. The face looked very strange.

"Female... women's dress fetish?!" Lytle was sweating profusely, and swore reverently: "I didn't do it on purpose, I will definitely keep this secret, I swear."

While procrastinating for time, he crazily hinted at Kitty to untie it quickly.

This time, Mrs. Lina didn't give him an extra chance, she quickly lifted the quilt, and the little eagle's buttocks were exposed to the air. It shook its neck, finally realized the danger, and started to run away with tears in its eyes.

After jumping around for a while, the little eagle was tied up next to Lytle in the same posture with a big thorn, and a miniature rag was stuffed in his mouth, so he could only scream "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

It looked to Lytle for help.

Lytle pondered and said: "Compared to laying eggs, I should consider improving your IQ."

Madam Lina sneered angrily: "So can you explain now? Where is the token of the Puppet Guild?"

Lytle said cautiously: "Would you believe me if I said I lost it?"

This is not a lie, the token, like his tools, was left in the city of Delance and became the property of Earl Omans.

"I can trust you." Madam Lina raised her mallet, "But I don't think so about the weapon in my hand."

Lytle closed his eyes: "You can't kill me."

Madam Lina sneered: "Don't be afraid, I will let your puppet bird go west with you, just to be a companion on the way."

Lytle secretly raised his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "Duke Hecha will not let you go!"

Madam Lina was about to laugh at his bluff when there was a knock at the door.

Sure enough, it was Hecha.She frowned in chagrin.

"Look, let's see." Lytle said happily: "When he saw that I was kidnapped, he would definitely blow your dog's head off."

Mrs. Lina smoothed her veined temples, and outlined a "kind" smile: "Then spread it out and tell him, how about I tell him the identity of your puppeteer?"

After all, Mrs. Lina turned the doorknob.

No no no, then Hecha will find out that he is Aina, and then what will he do?It will make his little chrysanthemum suffer from wind and frost again!

Lytle felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and quickly stopped: "We don't have to do it, so absolutely?"

"So I hope you can shut up." Mrs. Lina took out a human skin mask and stuck it on her face, covered Lytle's head with the quilt, and then opened the door: "Then give I have a reasonable explanation."

Hecha stood outside holding a spicy hot pot, frowned and said, "I lost my fiancée."

Mrs. Lina said softly: "Unfortunately, I didn't see her. Maybe she went to play somewhere and hasn't come back yet."

No wonder this guy doesn't follow Hecha's tricks, how could a man with a picky foot be attracted to the same sex?

Ever since Lytle learned that the lord of the small city of Cary actually has a unique penchant for women's clothing, she has a different sense of disobedience to her soft tone, such as now.

Hecha keenly saw the little hill on the bed twist slightly, and his expression turned cold in vain: "Ms. Lina, allies should trust each other, instead of kidnapping one of them for interrogation, I hope you can understand."

Mrs. Lina was taken aback, she didn't expect him to be straightforward, a thin layer of sweat leaked from her hands: "What did you say?"

Hecha's eyes stayed on her ring finger - she also had an emerald ring, but unfortunately it was not as lustrous or plump as the one dropped by the bath.

"The small town of Cary has a history of 300 years." Hecha said indifferently: "The ring on your hand is a token of inheritance, but this gemstone looks too new."

Mrs. Lina suddenly understood something, her face was not very good-looking: "You also entered the bath?"

Hecha was noncommittal, but asked, "Is our enemy still the same?"

Madam Lina pursed her lips: "Of course."

Hecha said frankly: "I won't ask you anything, but I hope you can give us credit."

Madam Lina's expression was a little loose.

He Cha showed his face and said, "So can you give me back my fiancée?"

Lytle yelled twice, looking for a sense of existence.

Madam Lina gritted her teeth: "I just want Omans to be ruined."

Hecha gave him a reassurance: "Your Majesty already has doubts about what he did, but your rash actions will affect my judgment."

Mrs. Lina hesitated for a moment, but was finally persuaded.

Duke Hercha seems to be putting a lot of emphasis on his fiancée, but does he know that the so-called "Lanny" is actually an imposter?

As soon as Lytle got rid of the shackles, he felt refreshed. He picked up the little eagle, and pointed it: "You silly bird, can you only write the word clever but not use it?!"

"I won't! I won't! Woohoo!" Xiaoying was wronged and cried.

After a good lesson, he stuffed it into the space bag. The movement was done in one go. As soon as he looked up, he found Duke Hecha staring at him.

"Oh, it's just a toy bird," Lytle explained.

Mrs. Lina kept snorting beside him, and just as he wanted to remind him, Lytle pushed Hecha out, and the next second, the wooden door was slammed shut.

His palate was attracted by the spicy pot.

Oh, the hard-won spicy pot.

Also put a lot of peppers.

Lytle couldn't wait to snatch Hecha's arms back into his own.

Holding the incense pot in his hand, he took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask, "How did you know that I was tied up by Mrs. Lina?"