Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey looked in the direction he pointed. Sure enough, he saw a familiar figure standing on a building covered by heavy snow, kicking open the window with his feet and jumping in. It was estimated that he wanted to find out if there was anyone else in it?

The man's face is calm and his actions are crisp. Although he is in chaos, he is always calm and calm, with a natural King's wind. It seems that he is here, and the natural disaster is insignificant.

Joey squinted at him and the corners of his mouth bent slightly. But suddenly, her eyes widened and she looked at the blizzard that swept quickly. The snow came too fast. When it was discovered, it was too late. The instinct of survival made everyone quickly Dodge, and a large area of buildings were covered under the snow again.

"Mexiling!" Joey screamed and rushed up on the loose snow, but was dragged: "Miss Joe, it's dangerous!"

"Mexiling is in that house." Cried Joey anxiously.

"The Lord will be fine," the man held her and comforted, "the Lord's super power is the strongest. He will be fine."

Joey was willing to believe that he was okay, but she saw with her own eyes that the building was completely covered in snow without even a trace. As time passed, the snow was white, flat and motionless.

The scene was even more chaotic. The buildings pressed in front had not been cleaned up, and some rescue people were also pressed inside. However, we haven't recovered yet. It's even worse. The two buildings that were washed askew by the heavy snow are finally overwhelmed. They suddenly collapse and press on the houses buried by the heavy snow. There is the one where mexiling is located.

Joey opened his mouth, but there was no sound. His body's response was faster than his brain. He ran in the direction of mexiling on the soft snow.

No one paid attention to her, and everyone began a new round of rescue. The scene was chaotic.

Faster than Joey are the genetic mutants. They dig the snow with their bare hands, kick open the broken glass windows, slide in one by one, and go to the house to find the injured and unconscious.

Joey was hot and sweaty on her back. She threw off her coat and only wore a single coat to rescue with them. At this moment, everyone regarded her as the same kind. No one remembered that the petite girl was just an ordinary human.

Several old people and comatose young people were rescued one after another. Joey picked up an old man and walked down the slope with deep feet and shallow feet. She wanted to save moxiling, but these people were right in front of her. If she didn't help, another wave of snow would roll down. I'm afraid it would be difficult to find these people.

The tall old man bent her waist, the cold fangs rubbed against her face, and the slightly fishy breath sprayed into her neck. Joey didn't feel anything, but felt heavy, which made it difficult for her to breathe. The foot is soft snow. You have to shake twice when you take a step. It is even more laborious when you smoke your feet. There is a sweat on your back and forehead, but the cold wind is blowing. The wet clothes are pasted on your body. The old man on your back has a lower body temperature and is cold against her.

Joey gritted his teeth, propped up his waist step by step and walked slowly to the flat ground.

Just on the roadside, she took the old man on her back with both hands and fell to the ground. Joey straightened up and took two breaths. When he looked up, it was Zongbo. He looked at her with a rare smile: "Yi, good job."

"Zong Bo, Xiling him..." she turned to see the building pressed at the bottom.

"He's fine. He's already out. Don't worry."

Joey's heart fell down in an instant. "Where is he?"

Zong Bo glanced at the distance, "should be participating in the rescue. Joey Jiao gasped on the island and pressed the man's hand into his clothes." moxiling, no, others will see. "

The man was panting, his face flushed, and his eyes were burning with fire. Obviously, he couldn't control himself: "Little Joe, let me love you, let me love you well..."

Joey knew that it was not easy for Gao Leng's moxiling to say those three words. He preferred to express his feelings for her.

Mexiling kicked off the broken window and took her into the snowy house. Snowflakes cover their traces bit by bit. No one knows what kind of spring is under the vast white snow