Kneel down, the protagonist of Fish Lips!

"What's going on?" Kong Ning's heart beat suddenly, and the boiling liquid felt like he was about to be boiled.

Kong Ning could no longer keep calm at this time, and moved his body desperately, hoping to leave this weird place.

Slowly, a trace of surprise overflowed from Kong Ning's eyes. Although the magic power in his body did not pick up, his strength returned slowly.

At this moment, the place where Kong Ning was located suddenly brightened.

The glaring light made Kong Ning, who had been in the dark, very uncomfortable, so he raised his right hand, which had just regained some strength, and blocked it in front of his eyes.

"My young master, how does it feel to be soaked in the magic liquid?" A distorted voice rang out above Kong Ning's head.

The familiar voice made Kong Ning's heart tremble suddenly, and a bad premonition swept over him.

The hand that was in front of the eyes was withdrawn slightly trembling.

"...Morton!" Kong Ning's black pupils shrank violently, "How could it be you?"

He wanted to tell himself that Morton was here to save him, but his twisted face made it impossible for him to deceive himself.

"Why can't it be me?" Morton lowered his head abruptly, with a strange light shining in his eyes, "My good young master, have you never thought that one of your little slaves would throw you away one day? Soak it in the magic liquid!"

Magic liquid? !

Kong Ning's complexion changed drastically.

When he heard Morton mention this for the first time, he was too surprised to see Morton and didn't pay attention to it, but the second time he clearly took it into his mind.

How could the magic liquid that had disappeared ten years ago appear around him? !

The genie liquid was created by an evil alchemist, its effect is to strengthen the recipient's body but... weaken the person's soul.

According to different people's physique, the weakening effect is also different, but no one can survive 48 hours.

The alchemist cooperated with a necromancer, and once set off a bloody storm. If the magic liquid was only created for killing people, it would be nothing to be afraid of, but he would transform the recipient into the most suitable puppet.

As long as the necromancer puts a little spirit, he can control it perfectly.

At that time, these two evil mages and alchemists relied on the magic spirit liquid to create a group of powerful and weird puppets, many of whom were magicians and fighters above the fifth level.

Although their own strength is not strong, if they subdue a large number of low-level warriors and magicians, and then attack a high-level magician or warrior in groups—although they lost a large number of puppets, they can get a stronger one. men.

If they hadn't made such a big noise that the two ninth-level demon creators who were practicing in hiding at that time couldn't bear it and wiped them out in one fell swoop, I'm afraid the whole continent would be destroyed by them.

Since that time, it has been taboo to disappear the genie liquid with the death of the two instigators.

Thinking of Jerry explaining to himself a taboo situation in the alchemy world, Kong Ning couldn't help but tremble.

"Morton, what on earth do you want to do?!" Kong Ning guessed about Morton's purpose, and his heart tightened.

"What do I want to do?" Morton's eyes flashed with excitement and strange light, "I want to make you, my dear young master, into an extremely beautiful puppet, shine my shoes, pour me water, and be my slave!" , At the end, Morton's voice suddenly became sinister.

Kong Ning was furious, and clenched his fists tightly, wishing to smash his disgusting face with one punch!

Extremely angry, Kong Ning calmed down instead.

Although he didn't know why Morton did this, but that sinister look couldn't be faked, and he absolutely couldn't let himself go.

That being the case, he could only find a way to escape from here on his own.

Although the magic liquid weakens the soul, it is also strengthening one's body at the same time. The lost strength and magic power will slowly return, and since one's mental power is strong, it will take a lot of time for the magic liquid to corrode one's soul .

It's just that I don't know how much the magic liquid has corroded my soul, and I hope to recover enough attack power before most of my mental power is corroded.

Kong Ning prayed silently in his heart.

Morton saw that Kong Ning stopped talking, his whole face was terribly distorted, his eyes were dark, and he shouted nervously, "Why are you acting like a young master?!"

Kong Ning's eyes flashed, and Morton's appearance might be a little mentally ill.

After shouting, Morton suddenly laughed, but the insidiousness and ferocity in the smile gave Kong Ning some bad premonition.

Sure enough, Morton suddenly pulled out a dagger from behind, with a bloodthirsty look on his face, which was extremely weird.

"Although I am looking forward to the days when you will be my slave, but now I want to torture you more." Morton licked his lips, and the black and red lips looked particularly gloomy. "When I think of you in pain, I beg for mercy." I was shaking with excitement."

"Let me poke holes in your body, it must be unbelievably beautiful."

"It doesn't matter, even if you accidentally die in this feast, I will ask the teacher to make you a powerful puppet, which will be perfectly presented in this world."

Kong Ning gritted his teeth, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Damn, what to do!

Just when Kong Ning was anxious, Morton raised the dagger violently, and the sharp tip seemed to be shining ominously.

Kong Ning suddenly had a flash of inspiration when he looked at the tip of the knife.

He said sharply, "Morton, even if you let me die, you have to make me a fool!"

Kong Ning clenched his fist tightly under the liquid.

Morton stopped moving.

"I asked myself that I treated you well, but why did you treat me like this?!" Kong Ning's voice was full of resentment.

"Treat me well?" Morton's voice suddenly rose, sharp and harsh, holding a dagger against Kong Ning's face fiercely, "What do you mean by not being thin?!"

"Jerry and Warner are the slaves who entered your Chels house with me."

"But what kind of treatment do they get, what kind of treatment do I get?!" When Morton said this, his eyes were extremely sinister, and he scratched Kong Ning's face fiercely with a dagger.

Kong Ning couldn't help but snorted.

Bright red blood flowed down his cheeks.

"Why are we all together? Warner can let you confess him as a lord, and Jerry can let you provide everything you need with all your heart and soul!" Morton's voice was already a little twisted and crazy, " And what about me?! Although I am called a guard, I still do the work of a slave!"

"The most unforgivable thing is," Morton's dagger has been carved from Kong Ning's cheek to neck, and the extreme pain caused by the deep bone-deep wound made Kong Ning's mind start to feel a little dazed.

Kong Ning bit his lower lip fiercely, and the strong smell of blood dissipated from his mouth.

"Why do they have super magic power and super spiritual power?! And I'm just an ordinary person with no talent?!"

"They are all lowly slaves, and they should lie on the ground and wait for death!"

Morton became more and more crazy, and the arm holding the dagger began to tremble.

"It's all you! It's all you!"

"It's you who gave them the chance to escape their humble fate!" Morton raised his dagger viciously with only insane ferocity in his eyes!

It's now!

Kong Ning's eyes sharpened, and his condensed mental strength pierced through Morton's mind like a sharp sword.

Kong Ning's chest heaved violently, cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain, and he stared closely at Morton's reaction.

I saw that his movements stopped, his eyes gradually became empty, and his whole body suddenly turned back to the past.

Kong Ning's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, panting heavily.

The attack just now almost exhausted all of Kong Ning's mental power, as if there were thousands of needles poking fiercely in his brain, the pain was so painful that life would be worse than death.

A burst of pain passed, and Kong Ning's last bit of strength was exhausted.

It was difficult for Kong Ning to stay awake anymore, his bright black eyes gradually lost their spirit, and his whole body was so soft that he was submerged in the magic liquid.

At the moment when Kong Ning lowered his head, the tender wound was immersed in the dark liquid, and the stinging pain like sprinkled salt made Kong Ning raise his head reflexively.

The exhausted spirit finally got a sliver of sobriety.

"No, I must leave here." Kong Ning mustered up all his strength and wanted to crawl out of the magic liquid, but his exhausted body and spirit made it very difficult for him to make such a simple movement, "I I can't stay here any longer, my spiritual power has been exhausted, if I stay here any longer, I'm afraid I will soon become a real puppet container."

Kong Ning shook violently, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

The blood on his face and neck flowed down his body, and the whole demon liquid was gradually dyed light red, which was very tragic.

Kong Ning shook his head with difficulty, the scene in front of him became unclear, and the images in front slowly turned into two, three... The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made Kong Ning a little unable to hold on .

"No...I can't die here", gritted his teeth in the mist.

Standing up straight with difficulty, when he was about to raise his legs and step out, Kong Ning finally lost consciousness completely, and after shaking for a while, he fell directly out of the container.