don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle's little face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple.

"Damn it, I don't want to admit it."

He howled with guilt, touched his face again, his eyes lit up, and he puffed up his chest: "Oh, silly dog, can't you see? I am Duke Hecha himself."

The puppet dog was taken aback, and asked: "He-cha-gong-jue-ben-person?"

"Go, go." Lytle drove it away impatiently: "The Duke ordered you to get out of the way quickly."

"Are you shriveled?" The puppet dog tilted its head, full of doubts.

"Maybe it's polio relapse." Lytle thought of a reason to prevaricate: "You know, once this kind of disease occurs, people will become smaller and smaller."

The puppet dog's paws retreated hesitantly little by little.

Lytle swaggered around it—

The puppet dog's round eyes instantly glowed green: "Call-call-castle-fort-headquarters-, there are-strange-strange-life-things-fake-pretend-duke-jue-big-person-entry -invasion-, countdown-time-hour-five-four-three-"

Lytle withdrew back without even touching the leftovers of the nutrient potion, his eyes were tearing apart, and he covered the mouth of the puppet dog hard to prevent it from speaking: "Go to hell! Tisha Tisha! Help me!" I'll blow its head off!"

Tisha took out a small hammer from somewhere, and slowly raised it——

The puppet dog was thumped twice, and finally couldn't stand the torture: "Threat-threat-, self-movement-destroy-destroy-nutrition-supplement, countdown-time-time-five-four-three -"

Lytle let go of his hand, turned around and hugged Tisha's arm that was about to continue beating: "Woooo! Don't hammer anymore! Why are you so cruel? Dog lovers strongly condemn it!"

After 1 minute, Lytle and the puppet dog were relatively silent.

"Why are you so difficult?!"

Lytle was panting like a cow, and for the first time in his life, he met a puppet that made him helpless.

The puppet bird repeated dully: "Only - there is - duke - duke - husband - man - can - can - can - yo -"

Lytle looked at Tisha begging for help.

"What can I do? Can't you just admit it?" Tisha spread her hands.

"Okay." Lytle's eyes drifted, he stood up straight, after a while of deliberation, he kept filing his hands, and then said vaguely: "Oh, I, I am actually."

The puppet dog said indifferently: "No-listen-clear."

"I am!" Lytle's eyes were red with anger: "Are you deaf?!"

The puppet dog circled around him a few times, sniffing as he went.

"You-here-" it raised a paw, pointing at Lytle's ass: "There is a -duk-jue-big-human-taste-taste-"

The gaze cast by Tisha beside her is very meaningful.

Lytle was burning hot all over, and he wanted to strangle the dog: "So can I take it? Hmmmm?"

The puppet dog nodded solemnly, ran into the warehouse with short legs, took out a bottle of nutrient solution the size of a little finger and handed it to him: "Here—"

Lytle held the mini-sized potion bottle, and his brows were jumping: "The so-called Duchess can only take such a small amount?! Can Hecha be a little more stingy?"

"Certainly-not-yes-" the puppet dog patiently explained: "You-body-on-the-smell-smell-too-light-, probably-probably-had-yes-three-days -more-forward-for-"

Lytle had a bad feeling.

The puppet dog ran into the warehouse again, struggling to move out a glass bottle the size of an adult man's arm: "Taste-taste-strong-strong-word-every-day-can-collar-one-bottle-big- Big-of-nutrient-nutrient-liquid-oh-"

Lytle asked tremblingly: "What do you mean by a strong smell?"

The puppet dog finally had a little vitality, and blinked playfully: "Sure-of-yes-you-and-gong-jue-big-human-hey-hey-hey-hey-after-after-of- Taste-way-, the first-day-compared-more-strong-strong-, the second-day-to-light-"

Lytle couldn't believe it, and mist gradually filled his peach blossom eyes: "Is this thing still available in limited quantities?"

"No-wrong-" The puppet dog replied seriously: "Every-day-one-bottle-yo-"

Lytle gritted his teeth and concluded: "So you want me to get a bottle every time I have sex?!"

"Cong-ming-yo-" The puppet dog pressed one paw on the large nutrient solution bottle, and the other paw on the small nutrient solution bottle, vividly interpreting a small expression of "rewarding you": "Ling -full-pickup-times-send-one-small-bottle-, duke-jue-big-person-say-home-no-live-child-child-set-no-live-wolf-of-yo-"

Lytle walked back angrily holding the potion bottle the size of his little finger.

"Only a villain would do that!" With angry tears in his eyes, he continued to condemn: "There are at least a thousand bottles of nutrient solution in that warehouse! I don't sleep 360 days a year, and I have to keep it for three years." , Could it be, could it be that it takes me three years... woo woo woo!"

"The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant." Tisha's wish is relatively small: "Just take out three hundred bottles, which is enough for me and Xiaoying to use for a lifetime."

"God, three hundred bottles..." Lytle's consciousness gradually blurred.

"Yes-forgot-forgot-say-say-" The puppet dog stood at the door, looked at their distant figures, and said slowly: "You-you-take-the-gold-coin-is-obstruct-eye -Law-"

Lytle took out the glittering treasures and gold coins hidden in his pocket, checked them carefully, found nothing wrong with them, put them back into his pockets, and yelled: "Don't try to lie to me! I'm going to steal all the gold coins from that bastard Hecha! "

The puppet dog sighed leisurely: "Duke-jue-big-person-speak-husband-person-some-stupid-, sure-yes-some-"

"It actually said I was stupid!" Lytle complained to Tisha.

"Calm down, it's just a dog." Tisha pursed her lips.

Lytle's eyes glowed, he patted his maid on the shoulder vigorously, and said with a pun: "It makes sense, would I argue with a dog?"

Having vented his anger, he bounded out of the steeple.

The puppet dog turned around and lay back in the warehouse, unable to bear to look directly at it.

The moment Lytle stepped out of the steeple, a dozen cavalrymen rushed out from all directions, pointing their sharp spears at his and Tisha's necks.

One of the cavalrymen pointed at his face and shouted: "I've seen him before, he used to fool me with heat expansion and cold contraction!"

"Meeting is fate." Lytle raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and looked at him expectantly: "Can you let me go back, as if nothing happened?"

"What do you think?" The cavalryman sneered and tore off his mask, took a closer look, and took two steps back in fright: "Red, the red rash monster?"

The cavalrymen chattered.

"You are so ugly and dare to pretend to be the Duke?"

"The world is getting worse, people's hearts are not old..."

"Wait, why does he look so familiar?!"

"This guy looks a bit like Aina."

While they were talking, they tied Lytle up in a hurry.

"Who is so and so? Who is the rash monster?!" Lytle turned his head and looked around strangely.

Tisha reminded in a low voice: "Master, your face is allergic again."

Sure enough, Lytle felt his face itch.

"Ow. Am I ugly again?"

When no one responded, the cavalry carried him back into the castle under pressure.

Lytle asked cautiously, "Can I ask questions?"

One of the cavalry raised his proud head and "hummed" to signal him to fart.

"How on earth did you find me?" It was obvious that his disguise was perfect.

The cavalry laughed and said: "The Duke's wisdom is unparalleled. He has long expected that people who enter the steeple to steal will lose themselves in all kinds of gold and jewelry, so he ordered someone to paint it with luminous powder. Once you step out, you The powder on the body will sparkle."

Lytle hates people boasting that Hecha is smart, and it sounds like he is an idiot when he is taken in.

"You can't see it during the day, it's just a coincidence!"

The cavalryman was surprised: "You don't know? The luminous powder is poisonous, and it will trigger the toxin when it touches the sun. You should be glad that you did the theft at night."

Lytle mechanically pulled his neck, and kept tapping his upper gums against his lower gums: "Did I, I, I, I, I got poisoned?!"

"Yes." The cavalry replied without any psychological burden at all.

"But my hand touched the gold coin." Lytle emphasized, "Both hands touched it."

"That's it." The cavalry scratched his head and said indifferently: "Then it may not be saved, anyway, you are a thief, and you have made no contribution to Moyevia, so you will die if you die."

"Are all of you dead so casually!" Lytle couldn't believe it, the moon would sink into the earth in a short while, and the sun would rise. Would he die from poisoning before he got all the nutrient solution?

The cavalry yawned: "Life, old age, sickness and death are human nature."

Soon, Lytle and Tisha were brought to the door of Miss Alice's bedroom, and the cavalry warned them ferociously: "My lord duke is inside and I don't know what to do, watch your eyes! Don't shout! Don't let anyone Miss Lanney knows!"

What's the point, Lytle's eyes are wide open, his nose is snorting, as if breathing fire, your Miss Laney is about to die of poison, and the hateful Hecha is still in Alice's room. Lennon!

The cavalry knocked on the door, and within half a minute of entering, Hecha came out.

He fiddled with the confiscated human skin mask with his own face printed on it, and looked at Lytle with a smile that was not a smile.

As soon as Lytle was stared at, his ass hurt conditioned reflexively, and he just didn't look at him: "What, what are you doing?!"

Hecha ordered the surrounding cavalry: "Go down."

The cavalry looked at each other and hesitated, "But..."

"Leave it to me to handle."

Hecha glanced at Tisha lightly: "This maid belongs to Miss Lani, let her go."

"As for this daring robber." He turned his gaze to Lytle and smiled slightly: "Take him into my room first."

"I want to interrogate myself."