In order to support my wife, I became the founding emperor [StarCraft]

Gavin has been Lin Jiawen for two lifetimes.

In his first life, he lived on the earth, in a wealthy family, but suffered from congenital heart disease.The doctor said that he could leave this world at any time.

Probably knew from a very young age that he would die sooner or later, Lin Jiawen was restrained and calm in his life.

Not needing other people's feelings, it's a burden...and a hurt.

He lived to be 19 years old.

When she woke up again, Lin Jiawen turned into a baby.

It's still called Lin Jiawen.His father was still Lynn, a familiar face, a familiar person.

Everything is perfect except that it is no longer on Earth.

This was the first time Lin Jiawen felt that God treated him so favorably.

This time, he has a very healthy body.He still came from a prominent background. When he was three years old, when he was tested for aptitude, the family tester told his father excitedly—"This is a genius, sir. His talent is the only one I have ever seen in my life!"

The empire has been fighting all the year round, and it has also been invaded. In order to resist foreign humiliation, human beings have evolved many times in the development process. In the Xingyuan era, the core of the power system is the source power developed from ancient Chinese martial arts.

Mechanical kinetic energy requires source force, and unarmed combat requires source force. Source warriors are also divided into two groups, one group relies on mechas, and the other group relies on physical bodies.

There is no one who is strong or weak, each has its own merits.It's just that the current nobles think that close combat is too ugly and not decent, and they always claim that the use of machinery is the right way for future source of martial arts.

Lin Jiawen originally thought that this life would be smooth and smooth, without ups and downs, and everything changed when he was ten years old.

His father, a first-class tax official in the empire, was convicted of embezzling military pay.

No trial, no notice.The Second Young Master, a descendant of the Lin Clan, was imprisoned just like that.

"I don't want you to think I'm a sinner, kid." Lynn said with a smile, but he was vague. "I took the blame for the people of the Lord. I have never felt ashamed of the Empire in my life... Cultivate hard, if you have the ability in the future If not, just rehabilitate me, if it doesn't work, don't think too much, I hope you will be happy all your life... The Lin family will protect you."

But, father, you are wrong.

The Lin family will not protect me.

The news of Lynn's death only became a broadcast in less than ten seconds on the Imperial News.

——"Lin En, the former tax officer of the Ministry of Finance of the Empire, was sentenced to death for embezzling front-line military pay."

He was too naive and too young to know that all the gifts of fate were secretly priced.

Lin Jiawen was sent to the main house to practice with the young masters of the direct line.No matter how sinful people are, they will get sympathy, and mortals only hate geniuses.

I don't know where the rumors came from first.

The six-year-old young master blinked and told the uncle in the main house: "Brother Jiawen told me that he practiced to avenge his father."

……

At the age of ten, he was destroyed and his cultivation base was destroyed, he was convicted, and then sent to the mine star.

At the age of 14, he planned for many years and finally escaped through a mine accident.

Lin Jiawen didn't want his new name to have anything to do with the past.

However, it was a coincidence and a combination of circumstances and circumstances.

There was a rebellion on the small planet where he transited. During the war, a little nobleman died in front of him.

That man's name is Gavin.

Lin Jiawen used his identity to survive.

Therefore, he can only be called "Gavin" in his life.With that ugly burn on his left arm.

No one knows his real name.

The little dragon raised its head and looked at him. It opened its mouth, as if trying to explain something, but there was no sound.

This little pet was too slender, with a dirty mess on his face. He stood up tremblingly, but because of the heavy wings, he quickly fell down on the spot.

So, the little dragon crawled towards him, and hugged one of his fingers.

Gavin frowned.

He saw a snaking line of blood.Dark red, drop by drop, connected into a thin line, a thin line.

It will probably hurt.

When he was abolished back then, when he was crawling in the cell to ring the warning bell, Gavin turned his head and leaned against the wall, looking at the traces left by him. On the white tiles, there was also such a winding line of blood. .bright red.

Not a pleasant experience.

And it really hurts.

The thin voice heard in the locker room sounded again.

"I'm talking...you can't hear..." The little dragon man's voice was a little trembling, "I...when I'm in contact with others, I can occasionally hear a little heartfelt voice. What I heard...you are talking. I Now, I'm very tired... I can't say much."

After saying this, the little dragon raised his head and looked at him eagerly.It's like waiting for a trial.

I have to say that there is some reason why this kind of creature can be sold so expensive.If you ignore the wings on the back that are bigger than its entire body, it looks like a shrunken... young human.

The touch from the fingers is warm, hotter than the average person... very, warm.

For Gavin, who had never dared to make friends in two lifetimes, this was a strange feeling.

Gavin's expression softened.

"What's your name...?" Gavin asked.

—[Constantine].

The little pet spoke an ancient language, and Gavin had learned a little bit before, so he could barely understand it.

Constantine, the dark god in mythology, is called "Constantine" by believers in the dark god.

That's not a good name.

"Change it." Gavin's tone was flat, but his attitude was firm.

[Okay...okay. ] Xiaolongren lowered his head.

Gavin thought for a while, then raised his head and looked at the calendar hanging on the wall, "Today... the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month. Call it New Year's Eve."

He stretched out a finger and brushed the little pet's hair away.

Gavin narrowed his eyes and continued to ask: "You said before that you could help me, what can you help me?"

New Year's Eve suddenly trembled.

At this moment, New Year's Eve, as if making up his mind, hugged Gavin's finger that was pulling his bangs.

Then, he lowered his head, stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly.

——! !

Gavin's fingertips were burned, and he quickly withdrew his hand as if frightened.

He retracted too fast, and because of inertia, he "plopped" and fell on the pillow.

[Yes... sorry...] With a mournful face on New Year's Eve, he explained to him, [I was born in a cage... a fellow in a cage taught me... She said you humans like this. ]

"..."

No, hell, I don't like it!

Gavin couldn't help shaking his hands, and finally forgot the strange touch.

Four eyes facing each other.

New Year's Eve mustered up the courage, leaned against Gavin's palm, and finally spoke again: [That...I...the one who lied to you...they want to cut my wings...I don't want to be cut...the wings. ]

Adult Xiaolongren can fly.

It is the nature of this race to yearn for freedom. In order to prevent them from sneaking away when their masters are not paying attention, every Xiaolongren caught will have their wings cut off.

Then in order to cover up the ugly sarcomas, humans will decorate them with various wing decorations.

It may be more gorgeous and bright than the original wings, but it will never fly.

Gavin's mouth twitched.

Fortunately, he bought New Year's Eve just because he wanted to know why he knew his name. He was not particularly disappointed when he heard New Year's Eve say that.

Gavin had a headache.

Although he is not as poor as he appears on the surface, he is not rich in reality.And keeping such an expensive pet... is not a small expense for him.

But if you don't have it, then war scum like New Year's Eve may not be able to survive in the wild.If you are unlucky, you will die directly because you cannot find food. If you are lucky, you will be caught by someone who knows the goods, and then continue to sell them to others.

He just couldn't help it.

What's more, the little guy was injured.

Gavin held New Year's Eve in his palm, then turned it over...and lifted one of its wings.

Gavin's hand was very steady. He was caught firmly on New Year's Eve, and the feeling of being imprisoned was uncomfortable. It flapped its wings nervously, and finally obeyed and outperformed its instinct of fear.

It lay very docilely in Gavin's palm.New Year's Eve is not stupid. He was just an egg when he was caught, and he was just born forty days since it was hatched. However, in just these forty days, he has seen too many people being killed alive because of resistance and wanting to escape. The same race that was killed.

The fear of humans has almost reached his bones.

I was even more fortunate on New Year's Eve...at least, this man named Gavin, although he looked a little cold...but he hasn't hurt him so far.

Gavin saw a knife mark at the base of its wing.

It looks like it should be cut with scissors.The wound was not very smooth, and it was bloody and bloody.

Gavin frowned.He turned over and got out of bed, went under the bed and took out the medical kit.

After Gavin escaped from the mine star, the planet he teleported to was in a war, and it was extremely chaotic. He had seen too many civilians go to the hospital for help, but in the end they were given anesthesia and their organs were sold.Since then, Gavin has been reluctant to go to the hospital, and the medical kit has become a constant at home.

Because...he used to be an apprentice in that kind of medical center.

From being unbearable at the beginning, to turning a blind eye later.Too many people stared at him resentfully before they died.

Everyone is guilty, and he awaits judgment.

"I'll bandage it for you, but I'm not a veterinarian, so I can only deal with it briefly." Gavin said without a trace of emotion, "How much can be recovered depends on fate."

Gavin turned on the desk lamp and put New Year's Eve on the desk.

Then he took a plate of water, wiped off the dirt on his body with a cotton swab, took out the disinfectant and painkiller, and sprayed it skillfully on New Year's Eve.It was obviously painful, and his small body curled up into a ball, shaking and shaking non-stop.

Hell... He actually thought the little man was cute when he was shaking and tearing up.

Gavin coughed inwardly, then took out the bandage, wrapped it around carefully and patiently for New Year's Eve.

That's all wrapped up.

After the initial pain, I felt much better on New Year's Eve.Even the dull pain that had been tormenting him before was gone.

He sat on the table, put the little wings in front of him in surprise, and stretched out his little hands to touch them.

...Well, although I still don't feel anything because the anesthetic is overpowering!but!Still on me!

--[thank you! ]

New Year's Eve opened his mouth in surprise, and after a while, he realized that Gavin couldn't hear at all.

Gavin was clearly satisfied with his dressing skills.After looking back and forth, I feel that my craftsmanship is better than before.

His eyes moved to New Year's Eve's face.

New Year's Eve wrapped herself with wings, revealing a small face outside, with a hesitant expression.

Gavin asked very understandingly: "What's the matter? Is there anything else?"

In fact, he was really dizzy from alcohol, and the breath he exhaled was full of the smell of alcohol.

New Year's Eve moved over step by step, and then hugged his wrist.

Gavin heard... a slightly embarrassed plea for help.

New Year's Eve looked at him with a blushing face, and said softly: [Papa... I'm hungry. ]