Kneel down, the protagonist of Fish Lips!

Warner Alves was once a happy child.

The family is rich, his parents are harmonious, and everyone around him loves him extremely. Little Warner lives in laughter every day.

But everything changed when he was four years old. His biological mother passed away due to illness. Warner was still young at the time, so he didn't know what the so-called death meant. He just heard from the servant that he would never see the man who kept laughing again. She is very gentle and likes her mother who often kisses her cheek.

Warner felt a little lost and sad.

Although he didn't like his mother kissing himself often-it made him feel embarrassed.

Warner was very frustrated. Could it be that he didn't like his mother kissing him, so his mother was angry?

Warner's small face was wrinkled, as if he had made a great determination, he stood awkwardly at the door of his mother's room, knocked on the door, and muttered a few words in a soft and awkward voice, "Mom, Kiss as much as you like, um, just for this day, don’t hide in the room and not come out.”

After thinking for a long time, Little Warner blushed awkwardly, "If you don't come out, I'll eat all the food!"

The servant next to him looked at the young master's ignorant look, couldn't help but blushed, and covered his mouth to prevent his crying from leaking out.

However, even if Warner made up his mind that he would no longer have any opinions on his mother's actions, the mother he was waiting for never appeared.

What was waiting was an aunt who was dressed beautifully but she was not familiar with at all.

"This is Little Warner." The aunt smiled softly, "I will be your new mother from now on."

Warner shrank back in fear, but his father reprimanded him loudly, "How can you be so ignorant!"

Crystal tears filled his eyes, but Warner didn't dare to let them fall, he sniffed hard and ran away, followed by his father scolding loudly.

Days go by.

Slowly, Warner accepted the aunt who appeared at home. Although he still liked his mother more, Warner was full of anger and grievance in his heart now, how could his mother hide for so long.

However, if she showed up now, he could barely forgive her.

No mother will show up anymore, you are all liars!

With awkward expectations, Warner slowly saw another little life appear in his life.

They said it was his brother.

brother?

Warner carefully poked Xiaotuanzi's stomach in front of everyone, it was unbelievably soft.

Looking at this incredible little thing curiously with big bright eyes, Warner was very happy in his heart, this is his younger brother!

Roy Alves, this is the name of that small group.

The moment he saw him, Warner made up his mind to treat him well. Seeing the little group grinning, Warner felt extremely happy.

But I don't know why, after a while, Xiaotuanzi, who was hugged in the arms of that beautiful aunt, started to cry loudly when he saw him, crying so hard that he felt at a loss as he watched Xiaotuanzi appear on Xiaotuanzi inexplicably Warner felt extremely aggrieved by the tragic traces of purple.

Be very careful when you touch your brother!

When everyone looked at him with eyes that made him very uncomfortable, Warner was out of breath as if he had been thrown into a pool of water, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

When he saw the marks on his younger brother's body, his father was furious. He had never seen his father so angry before. He slapped himself hard on the face, and half of his face suddenly lost consciousness.

Even the eyes can't see clearly.

After many days, my cheeks returned to their normal appearance.

Although Warner left a deep shadow on his father, it did not affect his affection for his younger brother. He went out secretly, wanting to go out and buy some small things to make Xiaotuanzi happy. When he woke up, he found himself in the In a strange place, with no one around, he was terrified.

But his obsession with home still made him look for it while crying, and when he was hungry, he picked up some leftover food from others. For some reason, he could always feel the clear direction of his home.

A month later, he finally arrived home.

But no one in the family knew him. They all said that he was dead. Looking at the closed door, Little Warner cried very sadly.

Later, Little Warner, who fainted on the side of the road, was adopted by an unknown organization. After the adoption, he was given a magic book to recite, and he was only given a little food every day. If he could not recite it, he would even starve abdomen.

And in this organization, there are many children of his age.

At ten, they take a test for magical aptitude.

Warner's test result was that there was no trace of magical talent.

Without any use value, he was sold to the slave market.

Being bought by a necromancer and being tortured all day, this has become the darkest day in his life. No, it can only be said that except for the years when his mother was there, it was the darkest day in his life.

The magic awakened and killed that damn necromancer. At that time, I was in a very good mood, but it was not enough for him to die.

This world is so dark, why not destroy it together.

Warner felt a distorted pleasure in his heart.

At the moment when the god-level dark magic was cast, Warner gave up the idea of ​​blocking the impact of the magic, seeing that everything he looked at was turned into fly ash, and he was destroyed by his own magic.

But, he didn't die.

The moment he opened his eyes, he even thought that he had fallen into a new illusion. Obviously, his soul had been dissipated by the god-level dark magic, and there was not a trace left.

Looking at the small palm in front of him, Warner's heart was full of tyranny.

This was the slave market where he was sold to the necromancer, and it was here that he was transferred to a mad devil, and he lived the most painful life in his life.

Since the gods let him live his life again, he will never let the necromancer have a good time.

However, unexpectedly, fate turned a corner at this time, he was taken away by a five or six-year-old child, not the necromancer who took him away in his previous life.

The small and soft body looks extremely weak, as long as he throws down a low-level magic, he will turn into flying ash. Looking at the villain in front of him, Warner licked his lips, and the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart became more and more intense. very.

It's just that the strength he had just woken up was far from enough, even that third-rate fighter could knock him down, so Warner decided to forbear.

But if this little thing wants to play tricks, I believe that there are hundreds of ways to make him die ugly.

Contrary to Warner's expectations, his life in this little guy's house turned out to be pretty good. Although he bears the name of a slave, his life is actually not much different from that of the young master.

Allen Chelsea, this is the name of the young master.

What a sad and kind person, Warner squinted his eyes, thinking about how to make the little thing's death look better.

For some reason, Warner always felt that the little guy was flattering him, which softened his heart even though he was still a little malicious.

It's just that the little guy treated two other people in the same way—that is, the two slaves who were bought together with him.

Watching the little guy treat the two of them with a friendly face, and even let out a crisp and melodious laugh from time to time, the gloom in Warner's heart began to deepen, and sometimes he wished to reduce the entire Chelsea mansion to ashes.

Looking at Morton's contorted and jealous expression behind his back, Warner felt a strange pleasure in his heart—look, this is the result of that little guy treating them well.

So, you shouldn't be nice to them, you should just look at me alone.

With some malicious intent, Warner didn't tell Allen about Morton's abnormality, but watched Morton's performance like watching a good show.

But if he could meet the last miserable ending, he would definitely kill this damned Morton immediately.

However, everything is just a hypothesis.

Later, they were admitted to the best magic academy on this continent. Looking at the gate in front of them, Warner was a little dazed. The things in his previous life were a little far away, and those painful and dark memories were a little unclear.

Thinking this way just now, the surroundings of the Academy of Magic immediately filled with a familiar force of death.

The teachers at the School of Magic were all attracted away by the so-called Warcraft riot, and didn't notice this deadly force, but Warner clearly felt it—it was damn familiar.

The scene where life was worse than death in the previous life rushed towards him like a flood, and the tyrannical emotions kept crushing him, and the darkness in his heart completely burst out.

He just wanted to catch that necromancer, pull out his soul, and torture him with the most evil dark flame!

Just when his mind was about to lose control, he suddenly and clearly felt the fiery but slightly cool breath of the young man beside him, and Warner's altar shook.

Now is not the time, Warner gritted his teeth, his magic power is not enough to defeat the necromancer.

In the mist, he held the little boy's hand firmly and forcefully, and the soft touch caused a violent movement somewhere deep in his heart.

Suddenly there was a panic that I had never experienced before.

Just when Warner wanted to think deeply about what was going on with his current emotions, the black mist surrounding them became more and more intense, and the death energy contained in it was about to erode the teenager's sanity.

Warner suddenly surged with a violent anger that had never been seen before, and threw a purple thunder directly.

"Keep your mental power!" With mental power, he shouted directly in the mind of Allen, who was obviously a little confused. Looking at the haunting black mist in front of him, Warner's voice was extremely cold.