don't make me wear a skirt

Lytle arched again, waving his hands frantically: "Not good."

He Cha did not speak, took his hand and walked into the bedroom.

Lytle refused to go in, holding the wooden board and not letting go: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Hecha picked him up and said, "If you resist again, I will strip you naked."

Lytle froze and was taken in easily for a moment of daze.

Hecha hugged him on his lap, pinched his slender wrist, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you so thin and small."

Lytle was furious all of a sudden, what's so small?Who is small?Where is it small? !

He twisted and said unhappily: "I've always been big, don't slander me."

"Okay, you're big." Hecha buried his head in the crook of his neck and rubbed against him.

Lytle heard the praise, and finally stopped making noise. He seemed to have forgotten why he was arrested, and instead said triumphantly, "Hmph, you're smart."

"Then let's go to Wangcheng together tomorrow, shall we?"

Lytle was still thinking about the gold coins and props in Omans Castle: "What's so interesting about the Royal City? Hmmmm?"

"Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Empress." Hecha laughed, "You are going to be my wife soon, and you will always see them. After you get back, let's have a wedding, okay?"

Lytle blushed suddenly, he thumped twice, his eyes widened, oh, doesn't it mean that everyone in the whole royal city knew that he was going to be stabbed by Duke Hecha?

Hecha raised his chin and asked again: "Is it okay?"

Lytle nodded slightly like a little turtle locked in its shell.

Hecha showed his face and kissed his lips.

Lytle opened his mouth and accepted the kiss.

Hecha pressed him on the bed, lifted his thin shirt, revealing large expanses of fair skin.

The two hugged.

The departure scheduled for the next morning was delayed until noon, Lytle was wrapped in a small quilt and carried on the horse, his face looked red, and he did not forget to command while sleepy: "First... go to Delan first. S..."

Hecha pinched his nose: "The inside is all yours, so why don't you give it to you?"

Lytle stretched out a bare arm from under the quilt angrily, slapped the arm on the nose, and snorted twice: "No, don't touch me, you bastard, I'm already hurt, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Hecha looked like a ball, but became weird because he stretched out one arm. He put his arm into the bedding intimately, and now, Lytle became a ball with only one head left.

"Are you making fun of me!" Lytle's voice was a little hoarse, because he was too tired from shouting yesterday.

"No."

The carriage started to move, and it was inevitable to bump when passing the uneven route. Lytle rolled his eyes uncomfortably after a violent tremor: "Oh—damn—why do I have to suffer like this!" His buttocks are still cramping!

Hecha said intimately, "Do you want to sit on my lap?"

Lytle shook his head and accused: "Don't! It's all your fault! Did you make it to the second half of the night on purpose to make me uncomfortable!"

Hecha said innocently: "I just saw that you enjoyed—"

"Shut up!" Lytle's peach blossom eyes widened, and he almost rolled over panting to fight him desperately: "Don't talk nonsense!"

In the end, Lytle moved himself onto his lap, nestled lazily into a ball, and kept muttering: "I'll just do it forcibly, and I'll go down after a while when I feel comfortable."

"Hmm." Hecha was noncommittal, hugging the ball.

In the city of Delance, the bleak winter wind blew through the cold iron gate, sending out bursts of mourning.

After a few days of eating and sleeping, Lytle was in good health except for a little pain in his buttocks, and he finally went to the ground in good spirits.

"Why is it a little soft, eh?"

"Maybe I haven't walked for a long time." He Cha held his waist and led him forward.

The well-informed nobles of De Lance had already fled overnight when the Earl of Omans was defeated, leaving only the bewildered citizens, unattended criminals and low-level nobles.

Lytle puffed up his chest and strode into Delance, remembering that he had fled in a hurry, and now that the culprit was dead, he couldn't help being even happier.

"It would be great if there was another person to greet us." Lytle wanted to enjoy the different treatment at the Duke level.

Hecha raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So proud now? I almost escaped back then."

Lytle was instantly alert: "How do you know that I was in misfortune and was deceived by Omans?!"

He Cha pursed his lips and said, "De Lance has my master back then, and he happened to tell me your location. He suddenly disappeared a few months ago, and I also lost your news."

Oh, it's too scary, so isn't he a wolf before a tiger? !Lytle lit a piece of wax for his once miserable self, and wiped away his tears by the way.

"Later, I found out about Miss Lanny—that's your abnormality."

Lytle lowered his head and thought about where he had exposed his flaws. He was obviously so cautious, but he came to the conclusion that the bastard Hecha was insidious and cunning, and the pure and kind-hearted him was completely on guard!

"It's a good thing you're back." Hecha hugged him tightly, "Originally, I would come to you after I finished dealing with Earl Omans."

"Are you coming to settle accounts with me? You fussy guy!"

Lytle imagined the strange appearance of the bastard Hecha catching him, and he was very dissatisfied immediately!

"It's not a settlement, but a wedding." Hecha nodded his cheek: "The thing I regret the most is that I let you go. You can't run away again."

Lytle changed the scene, and found that if Hecha caught him back, then his nutrient solution would not be lost, the puppet’s props would not be dropped, and he would not be beaten all over the place by Omans. good.

Oh, if the bastard Hecha was nice to him, brought him tea and water, and a shoulder massage, then you could consider grudgingly agreeing.

Lytle let out two sinister laughs from time to time.

Soon, they came to the castle of Earl Omans.

This is the most resplendent place in town.

At this time, the building was empty, and it seemed that his two wives had heard the news of his death, and fled hurriedly with their children, only bringing some precious things and a few gold coins.

Lytle removed all the contents inside, and by the way found his long-lost puppet props in his dark compartment.

"Oh, my little ones, so you are really still here."

He happily threw the props back into the space bag, then dragged the calligraphy and painting next to him vigorously, and said to Hecha: "This thing must be priceless! I saw Omans touch it with a look of treasure with my own eyes!

I want to take it back and put it on our bedside, thick! "

Hecha raised his eyebrows: "There are all these in Moyevia, and they are even much bigger than it."

"Oh, is it?" Lytle put his hands on his hips, confidently: "But using someone else's will make me very happy!"

After finishing speaking, he panted to move another painting.

The knight wiped the sweat off his face, and said earnestly: "Madam, Hua Chong, let me do it."

Lytle handed the painting to the cavalry, went to get the vase in a desperate manner, and patted it: "This thing is also very good!"

Hecha was still pondering over what he said just now, and he seemed to have grasped the key words: "Others? Us?"

Lytle's busy figure seemed to have been pressed the pause button, his face flushed, he ran away with a snap, and disappeared in front of Hecha in an instant.

When Lytle got back into the carriage, all kinds of vases, gold coins and jewelry were stuffed to the brim.

The cavalry who were sweating profusely carrying it outside sighed: "The Duchess is really thrifty in managing the house!"

Carrying a car full of gold, silver and jewels, Lytle happily rushed to the royal city. On the way, Jelim tried to escape but was suppressed.

The days of being a prisoner made his mental state not very good. He looked at Lytle, and the little boy seemed to be a little fatter than before.

He is always so lucky, he easily mastered the essence of the puppet master, and created puppets with consciousness and wisdom to stir up the whole city. His Majesty the King made an exception to agree not to take away the consciousness of the puppets he made, and now, he even let the mighty Hercules Duke Cha fell in love with him.

Since then, she has no worries about food and clothing, and the title of Duchess has become a protective umbrella.

Lytle gave one of his two chicken thighs to Jelim: "Why do you want to help Omans? It is clear that your original intention was to be a great puppeteer, not a parasite that depends on bad guys to survive. "

Jelim took a bite and said sarcastically, "Aren't you too? I'm attached to others, but I chose the wrong teammate."

Lytle groaned and retorted while eating chicken legs: "I am not attached to him! Our relationship is equal!"

"Really?" Jelim narrowed his eyes: "He's a Duke, you're just a commoner, you'll always be under his pressure, unable to move, don't you ever have difficulty breathing?"

Lytle stopped biting the chicken leg.

Oh, he was right!Every time he was pressed down and poked his ass, and he was forced to cry and beg for mercy. Why can't he be on top once? !

Lytle gripped the drumstick tightly!He wants to resist!On top!

He's negotiating with bastard Hecha!

The idea came so violently that he jumped up and walked into the carriage.

Lytle didn't see the eyes of Jelim behind him, with a trace of grief and confusion, the old man who was once in good spirits seemed to no longer exist.

As early as Bilin—his wife died after being trampled by a noble carriage, he knew that even if a powerful puppet master had enough gold coins, it was not as important as power.

The nobleman concealed this matter and gave him a large amount of gold coins to keep him away from the royal city. In a rage, he summoned a puppet to kill the damned nobleman—then he was wanted by the royal city.

Killing the nobles of the royal city is a major event, and they will be sent to the gallows. The cavalry sent by His Majesty the Emperor can't catch him, but he is tired of this life of constantly fleeing.

Obviously it was the nobles who messed up his happiness, why was he still the one who got hurt in the end?

Until he came to the Venerton Mercenary Group, this place seemed to be the second puppet master's paradise, and only those who admired Earl Omans could enter.

Without further ado, he chose to join the group.

The author has something to say:

The finale of the last chapter tomorrow is spicy

It has been four and a half months since I wrote it, and I am a little bit reluctant to part with my little Lytle.

He's about to live happily ever after with Duke Hecha