don't make me wear a skirt

"Hmm?" Lytle tilted his head strangely.

Luoge began to explain to himself: "The master endows the puppet with a soul. If the puppet loses its master, it is like having no soul. It will only repeat the same thing every day. How can there be any lethality?"

"Uh... wait..." Lytle wanted to interrupt his erroneous cognition.

But Luoge didn't take it seriously, and continued speaking quickly: "After all, only the puppeteer knows something. How can a little girl like you, who stays at home, understand?"

Lytle opened his mouth wide: "Do you have paranoia, the kind that can't be cured?"

He Zha explained in a low voice: "He was young and ambitious, and he has never experienced setbacks. He is indeed a bit self-righteous, and he is willing to believe what he wants to believe."

Lytle took it seriously, and commented in a low voice: "It seems that the king of the Xihuo Empire doesn't have a good vision."

Luoge sat opposite, not knowing what they were talking about, he could only cough awkwardly: "So it is not worth the loss to let the city residents evacuate."

Hecha frowned.

It seems that the knight commander sent by His Majesty the Emperor does not intend to cooperate with him, and the evacuation of the city needs the cooperation of his subordinates, which is really troublesome.

Hecha questioned: "Since you don't want to, can you take full responsibility for the death of the city people?"

cunning fox.

Luoge cursed secretly, miraculously silent, no one dared to put other people's names on their shoulders.

Hecha smiled: "You can't bear it, and I can't bear it either. In this case, please arrange it as soon as possible. We still have a lot to do in the future."

The meeting broke up unhappy, and both sides had a bad impression of each other.

Luoge really couldn't figure out why Hexha took so much trouble to arrange the city residents out. Aren't the puppets all stupid gadgets?massacre?Nonsense!

The door of the study room was closed, and Mr. Beard left angrily. Seeing that the beard was gone, Thea rubbed the soles of her feet with oil, and backed away with a wink. .

Lytle shook his head, and found that everyone was gone, and he was the only one left. He felt a sense of crisis, so he moved his buttocks and slapped Hecha's arm vigorously: "Let me go, let me go!"

Hecha liked the way he looked wearing white socks, so he lowered his head and kissed him: "You're already sitting up, and you still want me to let go?"

"It's all the fault of Thea." Lytle pointed up in fear: "Is my ass going to be stabbed again, woohoo!"

Hecha said lightly: "After becoming my wife, I will be treated well here every day."

Lytle keenly felt something was wrong: "Didn't you say you were pretending?! Are you trying to lie to me again?! Hmmmm?"

"Isn't it good to be my wife?" Hecha took off his tulle, revealing a flushed little face.

Lytle looked at him, confusion flashed across his clear eyes, and then he began to yell again: "No! You haven't been stabbed in the butt, how do you know how hard it is to be stabbed?!"

Hecha pinched his face: "You don't want to eat the roast chicken made by the cook?"

"Aww." Lytle's black pupils quickly flashed the color of struggling.

"Don't want to sleep in a big soft bed?" He Cha's fingertips stroked the smooth skin, step by step: "Don't want to take a bath in the hot spring bath?"

"Aww." Lytle climbed back onto Hecha's shoulders in frustration, he wouldn't sell his ass for a roast chicken, a big bed and a bathtub, and a free breakfast that could be changed every day.

He comforted himself, anyway, when he was in Wangcheng, he wasn’t short of money, and he lived a better life than ordinary civilians. Puppets cleaned him up and forced him to eat the vegetables he hated. Can help nobles make puppet toys and puppet housework to earn money.

It's a pity that later, most of the puppets were lost, and they were reduced to a miserable life of eating black bread and sleeping in tents.

"Oh, I won't be persuaded by you." There was a wavering light in Lytle's eyes.

Oh, his roast chicken, his big bed, his bathtub, are all going to leave him?

Hecha smiled, and stroked his back with his palm: "There is also an inexhaustible nutrient solution, all of which are yours."

"You, are you willing to give me all the nutrient solution?" Lytle's eyes sparkled.

Will he be able to make many puppets in the future?

"Yes." He Cha pressed his forehead against his forehead, and said softly, "I will give you anything."

Lytle couldn't believe it, is this guy really that kind?I also said before that I will give you a bottle for one stab in the ass.

"I don't believe it, you give it to me now." He spread his hands and widened his eyes.

He Cha teased him: "Then you say you like me."

Lytle covered his mouth and shook his head wildly.

Hecha raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay." Lytle saw the opportunity slipping through his fingertips, so he whispered and mumbled: "Gululu... Gululu..."

Hecha couldn't help but laugh: "Gurlulu again?"

"Gululu has many meanings." Lytle looked up and asked expectantly, "Can I pass?"

Hecha nodded his nose: "Only this once."

Lytle was still immersed in the joy of getting countless nutrient solutions, and then something kissed his lips.

There was a big hole in his white stockings, and his short skirt was also torn, dangling like a rag.

Lytle's mind went blank, oh, damn it—where's the promised nutrient solution?Why didn't he see anything?

At night, a white arm stretched out from under the quilt, followed by a small black head. He tried to get out, but unfortunately things backfired, and he was quickly caught back.

"Oh." Lytle raised his sore arm with difficulty and wiped away the tears all over his face—he cried again, this time when he was stabbed: "I won't believe you again!"

Hecha was beside him, taking him into his arms.

"You said you wanted nutrient solution."

Damn - they're not talking about the same nutrient solution!

Lytle didn't even have the energy to argue, no wonder this guy agreed easily, but he didn't expect his heart to be worse than coal!

"I'm hungry." His ass was devastated, and he just wanted to eat to relieve the pain.

Hecha seemed to be in a happy mood after a long drought and rain: "I asked Thea to cook porridge for you."

Lytle was taken aback, oh!Thea, who was as vile as Hecha, would be overjoyed and clap her hands to celebrate if she knew that his butt was poisoned again!

He resisted ignorantly, "I want Tisha, not Thea."

"Okay." Hecha kissed the corner of his mouth.

"You, you go out first." Lytle pushed him weakly.

As soon as Hecha was out, Lytle's ass started to ooze pus.

In a daze, he fell asleep while bleeding pus.

He dreamed that he stepped into the bathtub, took a clean bath, and washed away the pus—it was a big project. I couldn't wear it anymore, so I had to take it off and put on a large pajamas, and then went back to sleep in the bed in a trance, drooling, and dreamed of his roast chicken.

Hmmmm?Why is the smell of grilled chicken getting stronger?

Lytle sat up in shock from dying, opened his eyes suddenly, and explored the source of the fragrance.

He Cha joked: "Small nose is so smart?"

"You are so disgusting." Lytle said listlessly: "The nose is the nose, and the nose is small. If you say big or small, I also have a big nose, and a big nose is also big. I am a big Haw boy."

"Okay, big is big, your biggest." Hecha sat on the bedside and blew on the porridge.

Lytle patted the quilt and stared at him: "Are you laughing at me?! You are not laughing at me!"

Hecha stopped moving, and said innocently: "No, my little Aina is the most powerful."

Who is yours?

Lytle was dejected: "You are really disgusting."

He rubbed the sheets again, and found that the sheets were sticky and wet. He was immediately angry and accused, "Did you pee on the bed! Why is the sheet so wet?!"