don't make me wear a skirt

"Will I get rich?" Lytle was about to move, and his heart was full of excitement.

Hecha said sincerely: "It depends on the extent of our practice."

Although Lytle lacks interest in the content of the practice, the temptation of gold coins is real.

What do duchesses usually do?

Lytle tilted his head and thought for a while, it seems that he only eats, sleeps, attends parties, and manages the messy affairs in the castle. It sounds like a perfect career with high salary and low work.

"Oh, well, I agree, but let's say it first, you must sign my name when the writing is finished."

"Of course." Hecha's hand ran along the hair of the little boy in his arms, and the color of his pupils gradually darkened.

Lytle was still immersed in the dream of getting rich soon, and the back of his head was supported.

As the lips felt moist, something flexible opened his teeth and penetrated into his mouth to gently lick and lick the tongue coating, sucking and sucking skillfully. Immediately afterwards, the hands around his waist became more and more tighter.

Oh, his dream of getting rich hasn't come true yet, is his mouth about to be corrupted by bad guys?

Forced to respond, Lytle screamed sadly.

Heza let it go after tasting enough, and asked next to his ear, "Is it comfortable?"

Lytle responded dejectedly: "Oh."

"Kiss me back." Hecha squeezed his ass with his hand.

Lytle's legs were weak and he kept trembling: "Don't stop dreaming, you damn bastard, you, you, you are coercion! Do you think I will be afraid?!"

Hecha grabbed his waist and lifted it up: "You are my wife, shouldn't you take the initiative to respond?"

"Oh oh oh!" Lytle hugged his neck subconsciously, his peach eyes blurred: "Are you trying to throw me to death?!"

Hecha turned upside down again.

Lytle lost his foothold and dared not speak.

Hecha asked suddenly: "Don't you want to publish a book?"

Lytle was shocked all over, and then stared at Hecha's lips in a daze, this bad guy wanted to threaten his dream of getting rich with this!

Damn bastard, did you think he would give in easily? !

Although he was cursing in his heart, in the end he cautiously moved his mouth forward.

The moment his mouth was opened again, he felt that he had entered a strange circle. Why did this happen? !It was so bad that he offered to kiss his sworn enemy!

"You are so active because you like me, right?" Hecha let go of him with satisfaction, squeezed his limp palm, and asked gently.

Lytle smacked his wet lips twice, covered with Hecha's disgusting saliva, and said sadly: "No, I'm here to get rich."

Hecha's eyes gradually turned cold.

Lytle shrank his neck and said vaguely: "Oh well, I'm... Gululu... Gululu."

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "What is Gululu?"

Lytle lowered his head lower and lower, not daring to look up: "Gululu is just Gululu."

Hecha put his hand on his delicate cheek: "Gululu, does that mean you like me?"

The touched half of Lytle's face seemed to be on fire, and he breathed out through his nostrils, "humming".

Hecha was amused by him, but decided to let him go: "The next time you kiss, put your hands around my neck so that it won't hurt."

Lytle hummed harder, like a calf.

Hecha was humiliated, and lowered his head, wanting to kiss him again.

Just then, the Venerton Trio returned.

Witt has woken up, his figure is still in a precarious state, and he moves forward slowly holding on to Scarred Eye.

Hecha's kiss deviated from the direction and landed lightly on the cheek, then straightened up and looked at Witt.

Lytle was relieved by clutching the wet half of his face, his heart was in a state of thumping tension, and even the dream of getting rich could not save the chaotic mood at the moment.

Aw, the abominable Duke Hecha actually forced him to say such strange things as liking him!

Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and insisted on himself!

Who likes a bad guy who stabbed his ass and gave him a year of nightmares about it?

Especially since he also stabbed twice.Lytle clapped his fingers and pointed, once in a daze at night, pressed him and stabbed him again in the morning after waking up, oh, it is the most annoying thing to keep things inside and refuse to go out after stabbing.

The more Lytle thought about it, the more unhappy he became, and even seeing Witt was not pleasing to the eye—in fact, he just dared to fight against that bad guy Hecha, otherwise not only his butt would suffer in the end, but his mouth might also suffer.

"Is your epilepsy cured?" He greeted Witt, and muttered: "So all epileptic patients recover so quickly?"

Witt's eyebrows were jumping, and his expression was ferocious: "Damn woman, I don't have epilepsy!"

Lytle hates being called a woman. Is his image of being as tough as iron fake?

He couldn't help emphasizing: "I'm not a woman."

Wit frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lytle realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly raised his head to glance at Hecha, but Hecha did not show any doubts at all, as if he had never heard of it, calm and composed.

His brain was in chaos, and he immediately thought of what Tisha said, oh, this guy doesn't really know, does he?Isn't it just to tease him without revealing it? !

Is his ass still safe?Anyway, his mouth is not safe anymore!

"You—!" Lytle pointed at Hecha's nose angrily: "Be honest and be lenient!"

"What's the matter?" Hecha grabbed his hand and brought it into his arms again.

"Nothing." Lytle hesitated, maybe he just didn't pay attention?If it is clear, will he become more miserable?

Or observe it yourself.

"Confession of what?" Hecha asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Lytle began to talk nonsense resentfully: "I thought you found a lover outside, but now that you think about it, you probably didn't."

"I won't." Hecha rubbed his temples: "I only have you as my wife."

Lytle felt that the bad guy in front of him was fake and nasty, but he still hung his head down and dared not look at him.

Witt felt that the two guys in front of him were fake and nasty, so he raised his voice and interrupted without hesitation: "We agree to take the leader's head."

Hecha nodded, waiting for the next step.

Witt said in a deep voice: "But the problem is, no one knows whether you will abide by the agreement or not."

Hecha shook the tattered parchment, tore it in half, put it in the space bag, and handed the other side to Witt.

Wit carefully compared the drawings, fearing that the one given was fake, and after confirming enough, carefully folded the half and put it into the space bag.

"Hey——" Scar Eye stopped him from moving, and said stiffly: "Witt, it's not convenient for you to be alone, is it? Everyone takes on the task together, and everyone should keep the blueprints together, in case something happens , everyone is having a hard time..."

A trace of cruelty flashed in Witt's eyes: "You mean to keep it for you?"

The woman smiled coquettishly, and separated the two of them calmly: "Why are you arguing? It's better to divide it into three parts. We each hold one part, and no one will suffer."

Scarred Eyes and the woman looked at each other, then backed away slightly, as a tacit agreement.

In the next second, Scar's expression changed, he chanted a spell, and suddenly attacked Hecha: "What's the use of taking a copy?! I want the whole one!"

The change came too suddenly, as if they had already discussed it, the woman swiped the whip like lightning, and the lengthy spell rang out over the empty castle.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Lytle looked around, and the woman's whip almost touched the tip of his nose, causing him to shrink back in fright.

Hecha's expression was quite calm, and his hand covered the back of Lytle's head.

It was too late to say it, and when the puppet had just popped a head, the woman and Scareye fell to the ground at the same time, foaming at the mouth and twitching.

Lytle looked back, feeling happy.

"So epilepsy is contagious? It's the same as onychomycosis? Hmm?"

The woman has discovered that as soon as they summon the puppet, the body will subconsciously go limp and convulsive. She looked at Hecha angrily, and asked Witt the same thing when he fell to the ground: "You... yes... we... we... do ...yes...what...what..."

Hecha stroked his chin and showed a smile: "Maybe it's the pills given before untying it. It's not cartilage pills. As for what it's useful for, you should already know."

The woman cursed tremblingly: "Despicable... despicable... little... people..."

Lytle suddenly realized that it was not a congenital epilepsy, but Hecha's man-made.

He broke away from his embrace, ran a few steps and squatted down, poked the scarred eye that tried to get up but kept falling back to the ground, and looked at him with sympathetic eyes: "Give up, at least your butt hasn't suffered."

Scarred spat out two mouthfuls of blood and said vigilantly, "What do you mean?"

Lytle shook his head like an old magician with a vicissitudes on his face: "You can't say it, you can't say it."

Scar's eyes clenched his fists and his eyes were firm: "What if I want that blueprint? I lost, and I'm already your defeated opponent. You can kill me."

Lytle thought, you can't do anything with it. It looks good in the drawings, but in fact there is no theory, and it doesn't work at all in practice.

"I have a good idea. You take off your pants and let Duke Hecha stab you twice, maybe—— oh oh oh!"

Lytle was brought up before he finished speaking. He danced and swung his legs tearfully: "Help, help!"

Hecha held Lytle, and said to Scareye indifferently: "Don't play tricks, if you don't have the ability to assassinate Captain Venerton, you can just say it, Sihuo's prison is open for you."

Scarred Eyes looked ugly.

The white belly of the sky was exposed, and through the arched glass windows, the chill of dawn seeped in, and a few dots of light shimmered in the white sky.

Hecha walked forward through the woman, and said as he walked: "The effect of the medicine will end in the day after tomorrow. At that time, do you choose to stay in the small town of Cary and take a gamble to get the blueprint, or go back to the mercenary group to get the head of the head? You can think about it slowly."