don't make me wear a skirt

The most important things were finally in hand, and Lytle decided to go downstairs to look for food while his stomach was still growling.

He was like a cheerful hamster, running fast, although the pain in his butt made his running posture weird, like a zombie.

Soon, he was not so happy.

He Cha grabbed his wrist, Lytle directly crashed into his arms because of the momentum.

"Oh, why are you always haunted?"

Hecha touched his head: "Isn't it uncomfortable? Running so fast."

He just dealt with the wooden basin for cleaning the stains, and the little guy was gone when he came back.

Lytle blushed a little, thinking of Duke Hecha giving him a gentle massage, like treating a lover.

He poked his head out of his warm chest: "I'm a little hungry and want to eat."

Hecha laughed, "I asked the kitchen to make some porridge."

Oh, he didn't want porridge, it was too bland.

Lytle rebelled dissatisfiedly: "I want to eat meat. If I must enjoy oriental food, I choose spicy pot for dinner."

He Cha thought about it: "You can also eat some meat floss."

God bears witness, this guy can't communicate at all, what else can a duke who doesn't understand the importance of the existence of strong-flavored fish and meat have anything to say?

In order not to be slapped, Lytle decided to adopt a roundabout tactic. He said mysteriously: "I just met Mrs. Lina."

Hecha paused, and listened quietly.

Lytle smacked his mouth twice, and asked meanly: "Do you want to know the follow-up?"

Without waiting for Hecha's response, he continued talking to himself: "I want to eat spicy pot, you go tell the kitchen."

He Cha smiled half a smile: "It will be uncomfortable for a while after eating spicy food."

Lytle waved his hand pretending to regret: "Forget it, you won't hear the follow-up, even if I feel itchy and anxious, I won't tell you."

He Cha had no choice but to let go and said, "Don't regret it."

Lytle thought he won the first victory in this debate, and exhaled triumphantly through his nostrils: "Impossible, I want heavy spicy, and I want to put quail eggs, tenderloin, bacon, chicken wings, potato flour, anything else, hurry up Go quickly."

Watching Hecha leave, for the first time Lytle slobbered shamefully at the disgusting ghost's back.

Oh, the variety of spicy hot pot is much more delicious than the monotonous sandwiches and steaks.

On the way back, while humming "today is a good day", he stretched his hand into the interspatial bag and rubbed his penis, and soon he will be able to win the battle, will the day of recovery be far behind?

In the corridor of Mrs. Lina's castle, there are rows of portraits of the city lords of the past. Lytle passed by in a good mood and glanced at them one by one. On the ring finger of each generation, there is an emerald ring.

His cheerful grunt got quieter, his steps got heavier, why was there an emerald ring next to the bones in the bath?

Is that bone the previous generation of city lord?

Why did Mrs. Lina want to kill him?

Although he was full of doubts, he couldn't draw any conclusions, and the chill permeating his heart gradually intensified.

Let's go back, Lytle whispered, it's safest to hide under the blanket.

He turned around and wanted to go back, but bumped into Mrs. Lina's gloomy face, holding a big mallet.

There was a pause on both sides, and in the next second, Lytle ran away quickly with oil on the soles of his feet.

Then he was knocked out-his ass was so painful that it affected his performance.

When you wake up, the color of the ceiling is pure white.

Lytle was tied up and locked up on the big bed, suffering from a splitting headache.

He wants to dismiss what he said just now, the bed is not safe at all!

Mrs. Lina raised Erlang's legs and picked her teeth, staring at him lazily, contrary to her dignified image.

Lytle thought of bones and emeralds, and glanced at his space bag by the way, and it was confiscated.

She seemed to know his hole cards, this time was in trouble, how could he escape without the space bag?

Mrs. Lina straight to the point: "Did you see it?"

You should play dumb at this time.Lytle's eyes instantly fogged up: "What did you see? I don't know."

Mrs. Lina reminded patiently: "The bath."

"What bath? I don't have the habit of peeking at other people taking a bath." Lytle firmly denied, seeing the woman in front of him still in disbelief, he added: "Especially the old bacon, whose wrinkled skin looked at the president. eye of a needle."

Mrs. Lina's veins bulged, and she pressed her fingers.

Seeing this, Lytle struggled violently: "Help!"

Madam Lina raised her lips and said sarcastically, "Stop shouting, your Duke Hecha is still waiting for his spicy pot in the kitchen, and he won't come to help you even if he screams."

Lytle changed his words weakly: "Actually, I am calling Tisha, a strong maid, the kind who can hit ten."

Madam Lina smiled: "Tisha is also washing vegetables in the kitchen."

Stupid Tisha, why would she rather wash the vegetables for the enemy than follow her poor master?

With tears in his eyes, Lytle recalled what that guy Hecha said before he left, regretting that he came too suddenly, can he apply to turn back time?

"You're not going to kill me, are you?"

Madam Lina nodded gently, and put the mallet on his slender neck by the way: "As long as you answer my question obediently."

Lytle broke out in cold sweat, his eyes slowly tilted down, and soon turned into cross-eyed: "I will, can you put it down? I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it."

Madam Lina put down the mallet and asked the first question: "Are you a puppeteer?"

That's not an easy question to answer, what if he admits it and the guy tells Hexa?

"I'm just a weak lady."

As soon as the words fell, the mallet returned to his neck.

Lytle chose life over ass and life without hesitation: "I mean...and a puppeteer."

Madam Lina sneered: "People from the Venerton Mercenary Group?"

"No, no, no." Lytle quickly explained: "They invited me, but I declined."

Mrs. Lina was skeptical.

Lytle waved his difficult hand slightly: "Look, I don't even have any imprints, how could I be a member of the mercenary group? If you are too suspicious, your life will be shortened. Do you want to die early?"

"In order to confuse the audition, many people in Venerton have no tattoos, and no tattoos don't mean anything." Mrs. Lina waved her mallet and threatened: "Also, instead of shortening your life, I can let you Die first."

Lytle was blinded by the mallet, so he could only accept his fate and said, "I am a member of Wangcheng Puppet Masters Guild. Yes, there is a brand."

Madam Lina's tone was still cold, and she spread her hands: "Evidence."

Lytle said helplessly: "In the space bag."

Madam Lina opened the interspatial bag, and in an instant, a bald head popped out of it.

The author has something to say:

There are so few comments today QWQ don’t you all love me? ! !

Are you taking an exam! !Could it be a mock exam for the start of school? ε=(?ο｀*)))

PS: Lytle found that the settings of the corpse were changed, and there was an emerald ring lying beside the bones.

That chapter is a bit filthy, so I won’t change it for now. I’m afraid I’ll be locked in ORZ tomorrow. I don’t want to go through the trivia before changing the list again. It’s a nightmare!