Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey wiped the cool snowflakes on the tip of his nose. When he turned around, he found that he was a little boy, about eight or nine years old, very beautiful, with bright eyes and long and warped eyelashes, like a girl.

She smiled and asked, "what is voyaga?"

"The name of a kind of wine. It's delicious. You won't be cold after drinking it."

"What's your name?"

"Roze."

"How old are you?"

"Seven."

It was smaller than she had guessed.

"Go to school?"

"Yes, primary school is almost over. After the new year, you can go to middle school. "

Joey was surprised: "go to middle school at the age of seven?"

Luo Ze was a little proud, "well, I jumped on it, and there are others better than me. I went to middle school at the age of six."

Joey heard from mexiling that people with genetic mutations generally have high IQ and learn things quickly. In this way, it's not surprising that they jump to school.

A little snow fell on the tip of his nose, and Joey couldn't help sneezing again.

The little boy looked at her coat. "Miss Qiao, you'd better put on your clothes. They say you are an ordinary human. Ordinary human beings are not resistant to cold."

Joey shook his head. "I want to get used to it. I hope I can be as cold resistant as you one day."

Luo Ze smiled and shook his head. "It's estimated that it can't. the blood temperature of ordinary humans is much higher than ours. If you wear too little, you will be frozen."

Joey looked at his serious face and his mature tone. He didn't feel funny. He stretched out his hand to pinch his face. "Little Roze, you know quite a lot."

Luo Ze's white face turned red with a brush, his big eyes blinked twice and smiled shyly.

Joey was suddenly sprouted by him and reached out to hold him, "you look so good."

She thought of mexiling's words. The higher the IQ, the better the appearance. Over time, this little Luoze will surely become a great thing.

She had just gathered Luo Ze into her arms. Before tightening her arms, little Luo Ze suddenly flew away like a broken line and a kite.

Joey got up in horror and was about to shout, but he saw a man standing on the roof, with a slender figure, a cold face and flashing black eyes. Not mexiling. Who else.

The people at the bottom were also slightly surprised when they saw this scene, but they just looked at it and turned a blind eye and walked away.

Lozer left quickly and suddenly, as if he had been thrown out by someone, but when he fell, his speed slowed down and stood on the ground without damage.

Joey's heart just fell to the ground. When he was about to walk over, he saw a flower in front of him, wrapped a hand around his waist, and then fell into the familiar arms.

Luo Ze grinned: "Lord!"

Moxi glanced at him coldly and turned away with Joey.

Joey: "..." is he jealous of the little boy?

Looking back at Luo Ze, who was wronged and set there, she pulled moxiling's sleeve: "what are you doing? He's just a child."

"Neither can children."

Joey could hardly cry or laugh. "Don't do this, Meryl. Everyone is watching."

Moxiling's footsteps stagnated, suddenly fastened her waist, held the back of her head with one hand, and pressed her head down heavily.

Joey was caught off guard and was kissed by him. The whole person was stupid

Time seems to be at a standstill. The original calm look of people with genetic variation has also made waves. Their Lord has always been self-control and self-discipline. When did he see such an emotional release?

Little Luoze opened his mouth in surprise and grabbed his clothes nervously.

In the distance, another pair of men and women looked at it silently. Half a ring, Cheng Chuyi said, "brother Ziyu, why can't you kiss me like Mr. Mo?"

Mozi Yu looked for a while and cast his eyes on Cheng Chuyi's face, looking thoughtful.

A girl's skin is like fat, better than snow. Her dark and supple long hair, clear big eyes, curved long eyelashes, small nose and bright red mouth are all beauties, but why can't he be interested?

"Brother Ziyu," Cheng Chuyi put his hand on his waist and tiptoed up.

The sweet fragrance went straight into his nose. Mozi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and his head slowly bowed down.

Cheng Chuyi bent his mouth and closed his eyes to wait.

Closer and closer, the aroma became more and more attractive. The blood in Mozi Yu's body began to flow faster and some couldn't resist. His lips slipped from the girl's lips and bit her neck. This is the most attractive place for him.

Cheng Chuyi was in pain and sobbed. He shrunk and trembled in his arms.

Mexiling suddenly raised his head, clasped Joey in his arms with one hand, frowned and looked at the corner in the distance. He smelled the fragrance of blood, and some people must have smelled it.

Sure enough, the genetic mutants in the square looked around. Some people had begun to change, and the strong smell was stimulating them to change.

Although Joey was held in his arms by a man, he also noticed that there was something wrong. The genetically mutated man was like an ant on a hot pot, and suddenly became chaotic. But it is still silent, like water flying in a quiet river, messy but quiet.

The strong fragrance continued. Even children changed their appearance. They had red eyes, small sharp fangs and transparent long nails. Joey thought their appearance was not scary, but somewhat cute.

Many people are running, and the wind speed makes the snowflakes in the sky form large and small vortices. Such beautiful scenery is soul stirring.

Joey looked up, and mexiling stood still with a gloomy face.

The genetic mutants of the Mohs have always followed the rules because of the strict system. No one dared to touch human blood and used blood substitutes, but human blood is the only thing that can make them lose their mind, especially the blood with such a strong taste.

At this time, the genetic mutants are like a group of hunting beasts, staring at their scarlet eyes, young and old, ready to move, constantly sniffing, trying to find the source of their madness.

At this moment, mexiling realized that it was wrong to let Mozi Yu open the ban, and this mistake will lead to very serious consequences.

What's more dangerous is that someone has come towards him and looked at Joey greedily from a certain distance.

Moxi Ling Feng lightly loosened Joey, wrapped the cotton padded clothes around her, took her hand and walked slowly forward.

Some people followed them from a distance, followed each other, and there was no sound at all. Joey looked calm and leisurely like walking. She knew that many people followed them, because the speed of snowflakes changed, the air flow changed, and even the temperature changed slightly.

When she noticed this, she was surprised. No one had taught her this. How did she judge it? Such careful observation was strange to her, but so natural, as if she had always understood these things.

Moxi Ling glanced at the woman around him, and felt a little relieved and distressed. He didn't read her wrong. He didn't say anything, but she knew that she was so empathetic and cooperated seamlessly.

In this way, they walked hand in hand under the glittering and translucent snow, step by step, as if they were going to go through a lifetime.

Many years later, Joey remembered this scene. It was snowing all over the sky, followed by a group of hungry and crazy genetic mutants, and she and moxiling walked out of their sight calmly.

Mexiling didn't have no other way. He could take Joey away as quickly as possible. No one would stop him. Although those people almost lost their mind, he believed that no one dared to challenge his majesty.

He can also take action on the spot and severely punish them.

But then Joey would not be safe on the island. He had to dispel their doubts about Joey.

He took Joey in the opposite direction of the aroma, competing with his people with time and endurance. Slowly, the smell faded, the footsteps of those behind slowed down, and the brain seduced by aromatic blood began to recover its clarity.

Finally, everyone stopped and stood there.

Joey also stopped and suddenly released the man's hand. Turning back, mexiling's heart seemed to miss a beat. He was stunned and hurried to follow up.

Joey looked at the crowd with a smile and bowed to them. "Thank you for sending me. Please come back."

This time it was the turn of the opposite crowd to be surprised. Now they were completely awake, and the rich smell of blood in the air was gone. Joey stood in front of them with a smile and bowed to them as the Lord's wife. Everyone was stunned.

Moxi Ling wanted to pull her into her arms. Seeing this scene, she didn't say a word. She stood quietly aside, but her heart was touched.

This weak human woman is lifting the crisis for herself.

She is not afraid, but she has tenacity, just like when she first came to the castle, she was afraid of him, but she always wanted to escape.

She came to him like a half open flower, and then bloomed bit by bit, which always surprised him.

The sober genetic mutation people are a little ashamed. They already know that the smell just now doesn't come from Joey, but they have been following her all the time. Instead of being angry, the future Lord's wife bows to them, which makes them a little moved.

Half a ring, a young voice shouted, "Miss Qiao, I will always be loyal to you!"

It was Luoze who spoke. He probably didn't understand how small his Lord was. He smiled at Joey, his big eyes bent and showed a mouth of white teeth.

Joey smiled. "Thank you."

The crowd was quiet for a moment. Someone put his right hand in the heart and nodded to her, so more people followed.

Joey didn't know what that meant, but he knew that they must be kind and learn from each other.

Everyone looked more excited and saluted mexiling. They bent a little more and had a more respectful attitude.

Mexiling stood still, his face was cold, his eyes flashed lightly over them, and then without saying a word, he led Joey away.

Joey was a little embarrassed and explained for her man: "don't mind, he's like that."

When he went far away, he whispered: "it's good for you to salute with you. You don't have a word and play an attitude."

The man's voice was faint: "I'm the Lord." The implication was that it was reasonable for him to do so.