don't make me wear a skirt

The puppet dog tilted his head and said in doubt: "M-you-you-how-this-what-urgent-"

Lytle took out all the keys soaked in the nutrient solution and put them into the space bag, touched his dirty face by the way: "Oh, I have to work quickly."

After mumbling his words, he ran away in a hurry.

Next, as long as the key is integrated with the sword used by the cavalry, the cavalry stabs the sword into the body of the puppet, and the puppet will not be controlled by the puppet master.

Lytle filled the room with swords and keys, and decided to do it himself.

Tisha handed him the hot milk and said in surprise: "The first time I saw you working so hard was when I was 13 years old. You chased a dog for ten streets for a roasted chicken leg. I thought you would just turn up now. Watching Duke Hecha and Omans dog-eat-dog."

Lytle "Gululu" drank the milk, and he dripped the medicine on the blade, and the blade was dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then combined with the key gear. 1 minute of time.

He retorted: "Bastard Hecha is no longer a dog."

"It's surprising..." Tisha raised her eyebrows: "Then what is he in your mind?"

Lytle stopped his movements and tilted his head to think for a while, then replied: "Chicken legs."

Tisha clapped her hands: "So you're going to hold a wedding with your big chicken leg in the future?"

With a lot of strength, Lytle directly smashed the key in his hand, he stammered and twisted his neck and said: "Oh...he, if he behaves well...I, I think he is a chicken thigh Forgive him for what he did before."

Tisha was puzzled: "Did he do anything for you to forgive?"

"Is your butt crooked, damn Tisha!" Lytle hit the ground angrily, "Have you forgotten that he opened my butt and stabbed it back and forth several times without my permission?" Already?!"

She knew that her little master was just talking hard.

Tisha lovingly touched his head, showing an old mother's relieved smile: "I'm glad you finally stopped running around blindly, after all, your ability to cause trouble is comparable to ten bottles of corrosive explosives."

"Hmm?" Lytle argued unhappily: "I never took the initiative to cause trouble! It's all because Jelim stole my golden key. I want to make him look good!"

Tisha stepped on a series of finished key swords, and asked lightly: "Didn't Jelim hate those greedy people the most?"

Lytle muttered: "Who knows what this strange old man thinks, he thinks that Omans will really give each of them a title when he takes over? He will only kill all these puppet masters who threaten their lives!"

Tisha sighed: "Cooperating with Omans is tantamount to working with a tiger. If you seek skin from it again, the tiger will eradicate all dissidents. How can you give them any more benefits?"

"Hmph." Lytle said, shaking his head, "Once I catch him, I'll smash his ass."

In the evening, the civilians in the city were officially evacuated.

Lytle brazenly awarded the finished key sword to the 99 people with the strongest combat effectiveness - the remaining one was accidentally broken by him.

"What is this?" John Bar held up the strangely shaped and ugly sword to examine it repeatedly, and turned aside in disgust: "Why should I use such an ugly thing?"

Lytle was surprisingly angry at the layman's doubts about his skills: "If you want to be blown out of your head by a puppet, now Tisha can help you."

Tisha bared her muscular body behind him.

John Barr said nonchalantly, "Am I afraid of her? A maid?"

Hecha calmly took out a key sword and put it into the scabbard, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then are you afraid of me?"

Zhuangba was silent for a while, Momo put away the key sword, and muttered as he walked: "Why did they start to show that they are concentric before the wedding?"

Lytle happily presented the fruits of his labor, and said to Hecha: "I originally planned to keep some for myself, but since you took it away, I will reluctantly give it to you!"

After speaking, he straightened his chest and looked very generous.

Hecha teased him, "Isn't what's yours mine?"

Shameless guy!Lytle suddenly gasped for breath, is this guy going to empty out his little treasure house? !

This will not work!

After getting married, he must hide the small treasury far away, so as not to let him touch it!

Hmmmm?Damn, why would he think of getting married? !

Lytle's eyes widened in disbelief. Could it be that the innocent and kind-hearted man has been brainwashed by the bastard Hecha with marriage?

Seeing that the little fair face in front of him was flushed with anger, He Cha whispered comfortingly in his ear, "What's mine is yours, too."

Lytle covered his ears and jumped back, fanned the wind with his hands crazily, and began to look around and talk about him: "Hmm? Why is it so hot?!"

Hecha smiled slightly, grabbed him and kissed his cheek: "I'm leaving."

When Lytle was touched, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and he became a little nervous when he heard Hecha's words: "Will you be pierced in the head by a puppet?"

He Cha took him into his arms and rubbed the boy's soft hair: "No, don't worry."

The two hugged each other for a long time before they separated. Lytle stuffed a lot of his medicine into Hecha's pocket, and then said stiffly, "Oh, this is a reward from the puppeteer."

"Thank you, little Aina." Hecha patted his bulging coat, and made fragmentary sounds of bumping into each other as he walked.

"Then, then you go." Lytle waved to him.

The sun had officially set on the mountain, and the black army surrounded Moyevia. If you look carefully, you can find that the leader of the army is holding the flag of De Lansd, with an inexplicable excitement on his expression.

Earl Omans sat lazily in the gorgeous carriage. He lifted the curtain and gazed at the magnificent city in front of him with greedy eyes. Wealth and power are synonymous with Moyevia, and if he captured it, his plan would succeed. Halfway through—he has been preparing for ten years, and no one can stop him.

In the cages behind him were a group of monsters with green lights. Omans frowned in disgust and fear. If it was not a last resort, he would not use the untested potions of Breganit. Time did not allow. He dawdled on.

Fortunately, there are those puppet masters blocking it.

Even a puppet that drank the green potion can't get past the puppeteer's control no matter what.

Thinking of this, Omans showed a relieved smile.

His cavalry began to crash into the city gate. The puppet masters chanted spells and summoned a large number of puppets to climb into the city from the ladder. John Bar led his elite cavalry to resist on the city gate.

Lytle's key sword had a remarkable effect.

John Bar stabbed into the puppet's body and was about to cut it in half. The puppet seemed to have received some kind of signal, and its eyeballs rolled around a few times. It slowly stopped attacking and crawled in the opposite direction.

The cavalry stabbed the key swords into the puppets one after another, and the cavalry at the city gate were so annoyed by the sudden rebellious puppets that they were helpless for a while.

John Bar ushered in his first victory, and he was in a good mood, laughing loudly: "I didn't expect this ugly thing to be useful."

His subordinates followed with a smile and said: "This is all the Duchess's love for your lord!"

Seeing that his army was in disarray, Omans felt irritated for no reason. He shouted to the slaves waiting outside the car: "Where's Antofan? Didn't he bring the golden key? Why don't you use it?" ?!"

The slave trembled and asked forward.

Soon, he came running back.

"My... my lord, An Tuofan said that the golden key seems to be usable only by the person who made it, he... he didn't respond!"

When Omans thought of the delicacy that he almost succeeded in, now that Duke Hecha had taken the lead, he felt annoyed. To the exact location of Lytle, it seems that someone is helping him on purpose.

After he escaped from Delance, Omans came out of the mist—it turned out to be the old man Qiqi in the city. This old man was Hecha's teacher when he was a child. Forget about old age, try to ruin his good deeds, the cavalry he sent to capture Lytle were somehow robbed by this old guy, it would be no wonder if he could be caught!

Thinking of this, Omans cursed impatiently: "A bunch of trash! Didn't they catch two puppet birds? Feed them the green potion and let them take the lead."

"Yes, my lord."

"Wait." Omans thought for a while, and then added: "Let them use their brains and think of a way to get Lytle back to me!"

The slave honestly told Omans what he had said.

Witt and his party looked ugly.

He couldn't accept the puppet instigating rebellion that he created despite his great fortune.

"Damn Lytle, it must be him!" Witt wanted to kill this little boy who always spoiled his good things.

"Bring those two silly birds!"

Da Mao and Xiao Ying were brought over by the puppet masters by their necks.

"Master save me! Master save me!" The little eagle wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his bare wings. Since he left his master, he couldn't drink the nutrient solution and could only eat some ordinary bird food. Get more sluggish.

An Tuofan shook the green potion bottle, then glanced at the direction of the carriage, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes——the weird semi-finished product researched by the old man Jelim, now even he doesn't know what the result will be if the puppet eats it. No matter, but as can be seen from the huge cages, the effect seems to be very significant.

Omans seemed to have confidence in the group of threatening monsters, but he felt flustered for no reason.

Hope is an illusion.

He gave the potion to Jelim.

Jelim walked up to the little eagle as if he had no bones, his voice was hoarse, with a hint of gloating: "Oh, poor little eagle, Lytle's little puppet."

The little eagle hid behind Da Mao, looking at him with a pair of round eyes without blinking: "It's Jelim! It's Jelim! Master's good partner! Are you here to save me!"

Jelim drew a weird smile, and the white beard on his chin flicked: "Of course, I will take you out, and you can go home."

"Great! Great!" Kitty Hawk's eyes sparkled.

Da Mao felt something was wrong, the old guy's eyes were not so friendly.

Jelim forced a friendly smile, took out the green potion he had prepared, and approached him and said, "First of all, you need to replenish some energy."

Xiaoying patted his belly, as if he was very hungry.

"Have I got something to eat?"

"Of course." Jelim shook the potion and said seductively, "What do you think this is?"

It was green, exuding the fragrance of nutrient solution, but the color looked extremely strange, and the little eagle was hesitant.

Jelim extended the ending: "God——if you don't drink, I can't help you escape. After all, I'm also a person under house arrest."

Being imprisoned in the same way made the little eagle feel a faint feeling of sympathy, it drools, and slowly stretches out its claws——

"Wait!" At the critical moment, Da Mao stopped Xiaoying, narrowed his bird's eyes, and said old-fashionedly: "Don't try to lie to me, you are with them."

The author has something to say:

Kitty has a very low IQ—about the level of a child at the age of six.

Remember Da Mao!Breganet's pet bird, which later became Lytle's puppet~