Devil President, Don't Bite Me

In the following days, moxiling was a little busy. He brought some things back from Li Shengnan and stayed in his study every day. Sometimes Mozi Nuo and Mozi Yu were also there. But no matter how busy he is, he won't delay Joey's training every morning and evening.

In Joey's opinion, Moxi Ling is much more severe than Mozi Yu. Although Mozi Yu always has no expression, sometimes seeing her too tired will reduce the amount of training accordingly. However, Moxi Ling usually dotes on her. At this time, he doesn't give any face at all. His training subjects are more difficult and must be completed in a down-to-earth manner.

In just two days, Joey couldn't stand it. He lay on the ground and refused to move, while the man stood on a high platform with a cold face and quietly looked at her, "get up and run!"

Joey gasped: "I can't. I'll die if I run again."

"I can hear your heartbeat and pulse, and you can finish double the amount of training. Get up and run! "

Joey sat up. "Let me have a rest."

"Add another circle."

"You!" Joey was angry and shook his hand: "I don't practice anymore."

"Really don't practice?"

"I really don't practice."

"OK, then don't practice. I'll protect you in the future."

Mexiling didn't say angry words. If she really didn't want to continue, of course he didn't force it. He could protect her, but if she wanted to practice, she must obey the order.

Joey bit his teeth hard, stood up, shook his arm and began to run.

Mexiling chased her back with a slight hook in the corners of his mouth. His little Joe was not an easy loser.

In the distance, Mo Ziyu also stared at the woman running on the playground. She didn't run fast, but she was steady and powerful step by step.

The woman who used to be very weak in his eyes is now full of power.

Cheng Chuyi sighed, "sister Yi is great. I can't stand it."

Mo Ziyu's eyes tilted, "why don't you practice and improve your physical fitness to keep out the cold."

Cheng Chuyi was huddled in his plush coat, wearing a hat, revealing a small face, pursing his mouth and saying, "I don't practice. It's too hard."

"Is it cold?"

"A little." She leaned against the man and looked at him with big eyes: "brother Ziyu, you hold me."

Mo Ziyu pulled her hand out of her sleeve and touched it. Her little hand was soft. It was not cold, but hot like fire.

Mozi Yu was stunned. Cheng Chuyi had retracted his hand. "It's not easy to be hot. Don't be cold again."

In the distance, the thin figure suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. Mexiling still stood where he was, with no expression on his face and a cold voice: "get up and run."

Joey felt her lungs were going to explode and gasped. She really felt like she was going to die.

Mozi Yu tiptoed gently, leaned forward and stopped beside Mozi Ling: "Xiling, let's stop here today. She can't bear it."

Moxi Ling looked coldly: "why don't you come?"

Mo Ziyu stopped talking, glanced at Joey who fell to the ground, turned and left again.

Back where he stood just now, mozino was there. Seeing him coming, he joked: "do you have a brain for the woman who loves him in front of Xiling!"

Cheng Chuyi glanced at Mozi Yu, "Mr. Mo is too much. I also feel bad."

Mozino laughed a few times, frivolously pinched her face, "you're not jealous."

Cheng Chuyi turns his face away and goes to see Mo Ziyu again, but he doesn't pay attention to them at all. His eyes are fixed on Joey in the playground.

Cheng Chuyi sighed silently in his heart. Isn't he jealous?

Although beyond the specified time, Joey finally completed the training. Her bones seemed to be scattered and collapsed on the cold ground.

Mexiling jumped down from the platform, held her in his arms and took her back to the room.

Joey knew that mexiling was for his own good, but she was always angry that he was too cruel to himself. She decided to take revenge at night. She could deal with mexiling only in bed.

After dinner, mexiling took her back to her room. When she entered the room, she put a cylinder of hot water and let her take a bath to get tired. Joey was very comfortable. Every pore opened. She was unspeakably comfortable. She didn't want to move at all.

Mexiling fished her out, dried her body, took a box of things like medicine oil and applied it to her. The medicine oil was cool, his hands were cold, and Joey's body was hot. He slowly rubbed her body with balanced strength and whispered, "after rubbing the medicine, there will be no pain tomorrow."

Joey was too familiar with the taste of ice and fire. He couldn't bear it. He snorted twice and leaned against the man's arms.

Mexiling resisted her, "I know you want to, but your amount of exercise today has reached the limit. It's a burden on your heart. We'll do it when you get used to it."

Joie listened to this, his face was red, but he was too shocked. He always felt so unbelievable that Mo Xi Ling, who was so sweet about his brother's job, gave up voluntarily.

She didn't believe it. She reached out to his chest and touched it. Moxiling grabbed her hand and kissed: "good, bear it."

Joey still didn't believe it. When he wasn't prepared, he went straight to the subject. His body was very honest and hard as iron.

The man "Chi" gave a sound and still took her hand away. His tone was a little unstable: "good, obedient."

Joey was stunned for a moment. It was the only thing that mexiling couldn't control. Why now

Before he could recover, moxiling had entered the shower. Soon the sound of brushing water sounded. He didn't come out for a long time.

Joey really didn't believe in this evil. When she went to bed, she pulled it out in every way and wrapped it around the man like an octopus. Moxi Ling was so helpless that she simply bound her hands and feet with her spirit. She ran to take a shower and then leaned against the head of the bed to read quietly. Joey couldn't move. She put her head around and made a final effort: "Moxi Ling, let go of me, I want to tickle. "

"Where does it itch?"

"Chest."

Moxiling reached out and said, "here?"

"No, go up."

Mexiling went up a little.

"Yearn for the future."

Then up was the looming towering. Moxi Ling squinted at her and clenched her teeth. She simply turned her over and patted her ass twice as a warning, "be safe."

Joey was shocked and finally died. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. It was beyond her expectation that moxiling could control herself like this.

Living on this isolated island, time seems to be static. There is always snow on the mountain, ice floes on the sea, and white dense houses on the island, monotonous and boring. If you are lucky, you can occasionally see big white birds hovering low on the sea, forming a scenery of their own.

Before mexiling didn't come back, Joey stayed in the East. At that time, she was anxious to rescue mexiling and make herself stronger, so she trained hard and didn't care about anything else.

Now that mexiling is back, she doesn't force herself like that. The training is as usual. She just has some time to stroll around.

She likes to go to the west, where there is a square, bustling, like a busy market. Although there are many people, it is not noisy. Everyone is at ease, or sitting on the street drinking coffee, or talking with a smile. There are also some handy women who have nothing to do and make all kinds of beautiful things on the roadside, which can be purchased and exchanged.

Joey learned that all things here need money to buy. The young people who come back with them have wages in Mohs, the old have fixed income similar to pension, and there is a special fund for the growth of children. It is like a small country isolated from the world but with its own style. It is safe, contented and happy.

The round square is called peace square, named after mexiling. He hopes that all genetic mutants can live in peace and put an end to killing each other.

Joey went to the open-air Cafe twice by herself. She sat alone in the snowflake flying open-air cafe with hot coffee in her hand. Her heart was very quiet and familiar. It seemed that it was normal for her to sit in the snow and drink coffee. Some vague pictures flashed in her mind, and many faint figures came and went, So did a girl, holding a cup of coffee, sitting alone in the snowy street.

It seems to be a very long time ago, and it seems to be her now.

People with genetic mutations come and go around, and they are outstanding in appearance. There are also some strange old people shuttling among them. Joey is used to it and doesn't feel afraid.

She really wants to integrate into the world, so she doesn't give up training. She hopes to become stronger and better stand beside mexiling and move forward side by side, rather than hiding under his wings all the time. Now that we have reached his world, we should keep getting close to him.

At the moment, she seems to be no different from the people around her. The only difference is that she wears a thick coat, while others wear thin clothes. Men wear no more than two kinds. One kind looks like a gentleman in shirts and trousers, and the other kind is a simple T-shirt and jeans, revealing strong forearms, free and easy. Women have a wide variety of skirts, some with open breasts and exposed clothes. When they walk past, Joey doesn't dare face it. Those women look calm themselves, and others are used to it.

Everyone knows who Joey is. Sometimes he looks up, smiles and nods, but he never comes to scratch her. Joey likes to get along like this. He has no burden and is comfortable with each other.

She took off her coat and put it aside to exercise her cold resistance, but she was just an ordinary human. After sitting for a while, she suddenly sneezed several times in a row.

When she sat alone, no one scratched, but as soon as she sneezed, someone came over and asked for warmth.

"Miss Joe, do you need wine? I can buy you a drink of voyaga. "