don't make me wear a skirt

Tisha's eyes turned around on the man's big belly, and she frowned: "What gift did you prepare?"

An Tuofan said nonsense: "A light dark creole skirt is just suitable for a noble girl like the Duchess."

Tisha thought about it, and there is nothing wrong with the owner having an extra small skirt that can be used as a replacement, so she nodded and said, "Then give it to me, and I will bring it to him for you."

Impatientness flashed across An Tuofang's brown eyes, he coughed and said, "I want to give it to her myself."

He bit the word "in person" a little bit harder.

Tisha was quiet for a moment, then said after deliberating, "You—"

Antoine: "???"

"Are you secretly in love with him?" Tisha combined with several men who had pursued her master in the past, and they all deliberately approached her in the name of giving gifts, so she easily thought of this level, so she rarely kindly persuaded: "Give up, there is no chance. "

Anyway, the owner has been stabbed four or five times in the buttocks and still hasn't turned over. This kind of suitor with ugly looks and strange behavior should be eliminated directly.

After finishing speaking, Tisha held the bed sheet indifferently and walked forward without squinting.

A fierce light flashed across An Tuofan's eyes, and he secretly took out a knife, as if he was going to hijack Tisha to obtain information.

He moved nimbly, like a beast, pinching the neck of the maid in front of him, about to put the knife on it.

Tisha only felt a faint gust of evil wind blowing behind her, followed by severe pain in her neck. She subconsciously kicked An Tuofan out and stomped on it a few times.

Antoine's face turned pale with pain.

Tisha was puzzled while stepping on it: "Could this be the so-called hatred because of love?"

Lytle leaned on the wall and watched nervously, cheering for his maid in a low voice, tie it up!Shut up!Send it to the bastard Hecha's study for interrogation!

Regrettably, Tisha just looked at him with pity and sighed: "You can't get love by brute force alone."

Then he left holding the sheets.

Oh, his silly maid, didn't he see the problem at all?This damn guy looks like he wants to take his bounty, but the problem is that he is still the lord of the attached city of Moyervia, what is he trying to sneak in with a different face?

An Tuofan punched the ground a few times, got up tremblingly, and cursed, "What the hell?"

As soon as he spoke, he vomited two mouthfuls of blood.

In order not to make people suspicious, An Tuofang carefully wiped off the blood and turned into the depths of the castle.

Lytle wanted to see what he was going to do, so he followed closely.

Soon, he walked to a half-human mural, looked at it for a while, took out a key, and turned the mural three times to the left and three times to the right. With the sound of gears, the mural opened, and inside was a long a channel.

Antoine stooped in calmly and closed the mural.

Lytle came out of the darkness and looked around with his head poking around. There was no one there, not even a servant, only the dull and unconscious cleaning puppet. Scattered to every corner.

He jumped to the mural and looked to the left, the man on the mural stared at him for a moment.

How does this guy look so much like bastard Hecha? !

Lytle suspected that he was Hecha's father, or great-grandfather or something: "Do you also have a hobby of spanking others? Do you have a family history? Hmmmm?"

Obviously, there was no way the fresco would react.

Lytle puffed up his chest and laughed twice: "I know you dare not answer, you are afraid of guilt! You shouldn't be called Cyric Hecha, you should be called Butt-Pick Hecha, hehe."

Unexpectedly, an impatient voice suddenly came from the wall: "Damn—who do you say has a genetic history?!"

Lytle was so shocked that his ass ached wildly with fright.

"Oh, did you live? Are you going to come out and stab my ass, woo woo woo!"

The person in the mural said unhappily: "Your brain is covered with shit by flies? Who wants to stab your ass, your ass is inlaid with gold?!"

Lytle patted the mural, and said strangely: "Then are you mutated? Why did you become so rude all of a sudden?"

"Bah! I've always been so genuine!"

"Okay." Lytle moved back the mural that An Tuofan walked in, observed it for a long time, and then kicked it twice again. The mural was as stable as Mount Tai, motionless.

He took out the space bag and took out the golden key of the shiny shoes: "Thick."

Stir it a few times in the tiny groove beside the mural, and the mural makes a "creaking" sound.

Lytle walked in triumphantly. Sure enough, he was still young and could go in and out of various secret rooms freely.

There was a musty smell in the air in the mural.

Rows of prisons with iron gates are lined up in the corridor. The old man with his back against the wall on the left is picking his feet boredly. He has a mole on the corner of his mouth, and his right eye is covered by a black eyepatch, like a pirate. .

"Jelim?" Lytle squinted his eyes and approached: "Why are you in the prison of the bastard Hecha?"

Jelim yawned, raised his eyelids lazily, and then jumped up: "I see, you are the one who stabbed the ass outside!"

The old man's whereabouts have been missing since he was tricked into stealing nutrient solution from Duke Hecha's castle two years ago. Later, he appeared in Breganet and taught him how to make Tryndamere puppets. in the dungeon.

Lytle laughed and said, "God, have you been arrested? Congratulations, the wicked will be punished by the wicked."

The old man Jelim said sourly: "You seem to be doing well."

Lytle raised his tail and almost shook his butt: "Of course, the entire castle here belongs to me."

Jelim looked at him with a strange look in his eyes: "Isn't this the castle of Duke Hecha?"

"Oh." Lytle felt guilty for the vanity of the lie: "Although it is not yet, it will belong to me soon."

Jelim was dubious, he put his hand through the iron door: "Then let me go!"

"Dream." Lytle said disgustedly: "Do you think I have indirect amnesia? Who said that Duke Hecha is a guy with a title but no strength, which caused me to make mistakes in judgment and suffer heavy losses?"

"The loss is heavy?" Jelim looked up and down, and suddenly realized: "No wonder you heard something about stabbing your ass outside. It turns out that besides being a servant in the castle, you also helped Duke Hecha to relieve his physical condition..."

"You'd better stay inside." Lytle quickly interrupted him, turned around and left.

Seeing Lytle going further and further away, Jelim became anxious, and he shouted eagerly: "I won't talk anymore, come back!"

Lytle kept walking, but walked faster and faster.

Jelim had tears in his eyes: "Five bottles of advanced nutrient solution, I will exchange them with five bottles of advanced nutrient solution!"

Lytle hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward angrily.

"Ten bottles, ten bottles!"

"Well, for the sake of the nutrient solution."

Lytle finally turned around, with a cold expression, and a look of charity: "Hmm? You are so poor that you can wear patches, and you still have nutrient solution?"

Jelim patted his bulging interspatial bag, and said mysteriously, "It's full of babies."

Lytle took out the golden key.

Jelim sighed, "Your key is truly omnipotent."

When the key was about to be inserted into the keyhole, Lytle suddenly remembered his real purpose of entering the dungeon.

"Oh... I have to go now."

"Wait—!" Before Jelim grabbed Lytle's sleeve in time, he quickly ran to the depths of the dungeon.

Most of the prisoners in the dungeon were newly arrested and hadn't been interrogated yet. When they saw someone coming outside, they were still thin, white and tender little boys. Some men with special preferences began to give him unfriendly lewd smiles from time to time.

"Can I break your ass open?"

After a disgusting half-joking voice sounded, countless laughs echoed behind him.

Oh these bastards.

Lytle wrapped the long coat around his body tightly and glared at them.

Unexpectedly, this glance was regarded as flirting by the prisoners. They sighed contentedly, took off their pants and made strange movements towards him.

"Do you want to eat brother's big bird?"

Lytle took out the space bag expressionlessly, and a bald head popped out of it.

He and Xiaoying looked at each other, then smiled sinisterly: "Okay."

The little eagle soared into the sky, and in the next second, the first man inside the iron gate who sneered was holding his hands on Xiao Jiji, his expression twisted, the chrysanthemum continued to bleed, and slowly fell to the ground along the iron pillar.

"Is it delicious?" Lytle poked his naked Chirp with the wooden chair leg.

The bird feather in the man's mouth was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Lytle tapped the wooden chair leg again.

The man was foaming at the mouth, and his body twitched. The inmates beside him had already suppressed their contemptuous laughter and trembled along with him.

Lytle tapped and played.

The man screamed: "Save...life..."

Lytle's movements became lighter: "Did you see the man with the big belly passing by?"

Seeing that the fellow prisoner was about to die, the inmate stammered, "Just... just passed by..."

Lytle threw the wooden chair legs, clapped his hands, and asked with his hips on his hips, "I heard you guys want to play together too? Hmm?"

All the inmates waved their hands in fright, almost shaking their heads like rattles: "No, no, no..."

Lytle snorted, waved his fist, and threatened: "I'm going to let the bastard Hecha pull out all your teeth!"

There was a howl in the dungeon.

After admiring their miserable faces, Lytle left contentedly.

In the innermost part of the dungeon, he saw a few familiar faces—they had met them in the small town of Cary, and they were members of the Venerton Mercenary Group.

An Tuofan's eyeballs were bulging, and he was inserting the key into the lock with an excited expression, and after a few turns, the iron door could be opened.

Lytle thought for a while, and then pulled out a wooden chair leg from the interspatial bag—this was something he couldn't bear to throw away with him when he escaped from the Dungeon of Delance.

At this time Witt had seen Lytle, and he wanted to remind Antofang: "Someone—"