Rebirth Of The Apocalypse Queen: On Your Knees, Young Emperor!

Four-year-old Lin Zhishui hugged his groaning belly and pouted cutely with his bright red mouth. Where did the nanny and auntie, Zhishui was so hungry.

The little guy stepped softly and down the stairs.

However, when he saw the people in the living room, he paused unconsciously and didn't dare to go further.

In the living room, an extremely beautiful woman said this to a twelve-year-old boy with a gentle face, and her slender and beautiful hands arranged for the boy from time to time.

Xiao Zhishui's big beautiful eyes contained deep desire and admiration, but they were also mixed with fear.

This beautiful woman is his mother, who loved him the most.

He once had the best mother. The fragrance of her mother always held him tenderly, talked to him softly, played with him, and kissed him.

But a year ago, his favorite mother disappeared, replaced by the demon mother.

Mom no longer likes him, always looking at him with hatred and disgust, as if he was something dirty.

Although Xiao Zhishui is small, the experience of this year has made him mature and sensible quickly. Although his father is still very good to him, he feels that his father has also changed.

There was fear, enthusiasm in those eyes, and there were a few things he couldn't understand.

Xiao Zhishui's beautiful eyebrows are deeply entangled, and they are so cute that people can't help but kiss.

"Mom, brother is here." The young boy Lin Zhimu smiled at Xiao Douding sharply.

This child didn't know what happened, only knew that his mother didn't like his brother so much, and he was very worried about this as a young boy.

When Mother Lin heard her son's words, her smiling eyebrows suddenly became gloomy. Why did that monster come.

"What are you doing?" Cold, relentlessly scolded, without a trace of temperature.

Xiao Zhishui blinked. He wanted to get close to his mother but didn't dare. There were many scars on his body, all left by his mother.

But he always doesn't have a long memory. As long as his mother smiled at him, he ran over.

"I'm hungry." Xiao Zhishui stood obediently, with his head lowered.

It has been a day since he had nothing to eat, and the nanny aunt forgot to bring him food.

"The babysitter is out today, so you should be hungry first." Mother Lin glanced at Lin Zhishui with a deep gaze, "What are you doing while standing? Go up quickly, didn't you tell me not to let you down?"

Xiao Zhishui trembled, and stepped on her soft short legs, afraid to speak, and went up again.

Even when he went upstairs, he could still feel his mother's gloomy gaze, as if he was about to tear him apart, but why, he is a good boy, and he has done nothing wrong.

Seeing that his brother is gone, the young boy didn't hold back, "Mom, isn't the nanny at home? Why are you lying to your brother?"

Mother Lin looked at her son, her beautiful eyes immediately warmed up, "Zhimu don't care, go to your classmate's house to play, remember to come back early for dinner."

Xiao Zhishui shrank into a ball unconsciously listening to the sound of the dart on the stairs. The four-year-old child was small and pitiful.

This is the sound he fears most, this is the sound of the devil coming.

Sure enough, the door opened.

At the door, there was Mother Lin with a barbed whip.

Xiao Zhishui cried heartbreakingly, begging for mercy, and wanted her mother to stop, but the more violent whip responded to him.

"You're a monster!" No, mother, I am your good baby.

"Why don't you die!" Mom, Zhishui doesn't want to die, Zhishui will be obedient.

"You die, I am happy when you die, you are dying!"

Xiao Zhishui's eyes began to blur, and he gradually didn't feel any pain. Salt was sprinkled on the whip and chili water was applied. He couldn't hear the hot wounds and the ghostly screams of his mother.

Is he dying, but he hasn't eaten the strawberry pudding the nanny promised to make him.

It is a pity that he did not die after all. Lin Xinhai, Father Lin, rescued him. When he woke up, he found himself lying in a test bottle full of viscous liquid. Outside the glass, there was Father Lin with a wild and enthusiastic expression.

However, in his eyes, it was another demon.

Dr. Lin suddenly opened his eyes and rubbed his temples with some headache. He was drunk last night, but he dreamed of things many years ago.

When he saw the sweet woman sleeping beside him, Dr. Lin felt soft.

That home is a **** to him, but Lin Wanwan is his life's salvation. What about his uncle and nephew, he loves her and doesn't care about it at all.

They just need to be together forever.

Thinking of this, Dr. Lin's mouth curled up with a very shallow smile.

He suddenly remembered the question Asen asked him a few days ago, whether he ever loved Yun Xuan.

The answer is of course no, he is just cultivating him as a container.

But why does his heart hurt so much.