Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Because of mozino's words, Joey was really interested in mental strength. On the bus back to the city, she asked mexiling: "do I really have talent? Can I really practice mental strength? How far can I practice? Can you be as good as you? "

"It's hard for ordinary people to practice mental power, but you can resist promise. You really have talent. You can try to practice. But like me... "He chuckled," Little Joe, you think too much. "

Joey made a big face. Of course she knew that she couldn't practice like moxiling all her life. She's just too excited to talk.

"How far can I practice?"

Mexiling thought, "well, the degree of magic performance."

Joey got excited again, "really? Can I really lift the vase like Nuo? "

"Those are dead things without vitality. It's not difficult. You will not be disturbed. If the other person is a living creature, even if it is just a dog, it will be difficult. "

"Why? Is the dog good? "

"People have human brain waves, dogs bite dog brain waves, and all life has spiritual consciousness. When subjected to external forces, they will instinctively respond to resistance. "

"Do you mean all life, including plants?"

"Of course, growing towards the sun is the main spiritual consciousness of plants."

For Joey, this is a world that has never been explored. After listening to mexiling's eloquence and worship on her face, "mexiling, how do you know so much?"

Mexiling looked ahead and answered after a while: "as a genetic mutant, what I have studied most is genes, life, spiritual consciousness and shape. What I just said is just the most basic thing."

Joey asked, "why do you study this?"

"Because," he paused, "our genes have been mutating."

Joey opened her eyes in surprise, "ah... It's changing all the time. Will you be anything else?"

"The change of appearance will not be too great, and spontaneous fine-tuning will be carried out periodically. The more capable people are, the better their appearance will be..."

Joey interrupted him, "that's why you're so beautiful?"

She used beautiful words. Lord Mo glanced at her faintly and refused to comment.

Joey cried again, "I see. Spontaneous fine-tuning is equal to micro cosmetic surgery, so you will be more and more beautiful. God, it's good to be a genetic mutant. It looks ugly. As long as you work hard, you can remedy it the day after tomorrow. "

Moxi Ling glanced at her obliquely, "aren't ordinary humans the same? There is a saying: Women's eighteen changes. It's just that the adjustment period of ordinary humans is too short. It's about between the ages of 10 and 20. It's going downhill in the future. "

Joey looked at him with dark eyes: "you mean, I'm going downhill now?"

"Strictly speaking, your metabolism is too fast. It's a natural law to live, die and die."

Joey suddenly thought of a very serious problem, "moxiling, you said our adjustment period was too short. Would you still be like this when I was 40 and old?"

Mexiling touched her head comfortingly. "Strictly speaking, forty is not old, at least after fifty-five."

Joey cried, "you mean you were still like this when I was 55?"

Mexiling looked at her strangely: "what's the problem?"

Joey: "

Why not? When they go out, others will think it's mother and son

"You don't want to grow old?" Asked mexiling.

It's not that I don't want to grow old, it's that I don't want to open such a big distance with him. It would be nice if we could grow old together, but his life span is several times that of her... Wait, Joey thought of a more serious problem. She would die many years earlier than mexiling. After her death, mexiling was lonely again

"Mexiling."

"Huh?"

"I'm you. He sat down and turned on the computer. His slender fingers beat quickly on the keyboard. Lines of data on the screen were jumping. He stared at the screen, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. After several attempts, he finally unlocked it. He took a USB flash disk from his pocket and copied a top secret information in it.

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Less than two minutes after Eric left, the man lying on the sofa opened his eyes. His face was still red with a hangover, but his eyes were clear.

He opened the door a crack, looked outside, flashed into the next room, sat down in front of the desk, turned on the computer, knocked on the keyboard a few times, and turned the camera to the dark room in the study.

There was also a man sitting in front of the computer in that room. Li Shengnan looked at it and smiled. This was the first time he saw Eric's serious look.