Devil President, Don't Bite Me

The reconstruction work on the island was in full swing. Except for the tiny children, almost all the people with genetic mutations participated in it, and the whole west was in full swing.

Although there are large-scale equipment, there are also a lot of jobs that require physical strength. Mutant people better than ordinary humans are simply physical burden. Heavy goods are thrown up at random, and naturally someone will catch them steadily. Some people don't want to do it. They stand far away and use their mental strength to transport things up. So there are always goods rising or falling in the air, forming a strange picture.

Joey was very excited. She had never seen such a scene. Everyone was together. It was noisy and energetic. She also stood far away and raised a basket of rivet fasteners with her mind. After all, she was still a novice. The basket of fasteners swayed in the air and rose very slowly. Joey didn't dare to relax. She was afraid that the basket of fasteners would fall and hit people.

Her face was red, but she still couldn't lift the fastener basket to the designated position. She couldn't help it. She was so angry that the basket fell straight down. She was just about to shout, but the basket of fasteners was fixed again, and then quickly rose to the designated position.

Joey turned around and didn't know who was helping her. He swept around and didn't see a familiar face. It's estimated that who saw the danger and helped her.

After the reconstruction started, mexiling could hardly see the figure. He left before she woke up in the morning. He came back after she slept at night. Although she didn't see him, she knew that he was there every night. She could feel his familiar breath, cool embrace and cold hands even in her sleep.

When she got up, everyone left. Breakfast was left on the table. After breakfast, she went to the west to do what she could. She occasionally saw Mo Ziyu around, but in a twinkling of an eye, he disappeared again.

Joey has been alone for three or four days. She is used to it. She is a very independent person.

After a rest, she drank some water, and then went to work. This time, she wanted to transport lighter things so as not to fall down on the way.

She chose a basket of labor supplies, which was relatively light. She felt confident that she could transport them in a hurry and calm her breath. She emptied her brain, stared at the basket of goods, and her ideas slowly condensed in her mind.

Soon, the basket moved and slowly rose to half the air. She felt quite relaxed. She was trying to speed up. Suddenly, a strong wind hit. She instinctively hid to the side, but she didn't hide. A cold big hand clamped her arm and took her back.

It happened so suddenly that Joey was confused. She was held under her arm with one hand and her head was facing the ground. She didn't see who was catching her at all?

Someone chased after him, and someone shouted, "catch him, he took Miss Qiao!"

The steps of the genetic mutant were originally very light, but when they were gathered together, they were like light thunder, roaring in her ears. She didn't know whether there was mexiling among those people, but she knew that as long as he was there, she would be fine.

And she is not the fragile human girl in the past. The purpose of training is to protect herself. In order not to become a burden to mexiling, now the opportunity comes and she needs to prove herself.

He reached out and grabbed the man's waist. Whether it was painful or itchy, he would always respond. As long as he moved, she would have a chance, but this man was like practicing an iron cloth shirt. He had no response and took her all the way to the beach.

Joey's nails were pinched into his skin and flesh, but it was still useless. Because her head was always facing down, all the blood flowed into her brain. She was a little dizzy. She bit her lip hard to make herself sober, and then hit him hard in the crotch.

There is a common weakness of men, even people with genetic variation are no exception. When this fist was punched out, the man really stretched out his hand to block it, punched him on the back of his hand, and the forward speed suddenly slowed down.

In the spark calcium carbide room, Joey heard a dull noise, and the big hand holding her waist suddenly loosened and fell into the familiar arms. Her heart jumped. The man had pushed her on her back. She immediately knew to hold his neck and turn over to her back.

Finally, she turned her head up. She saw that the man who had just caught her was kicked to the sea by moxiling, but the man was not simple. He spun in half air and fell on the reef. His scarlet eyes, snow-white fangs and sharp long nails glittered in the sun.

Moxi Ling stood on the cliff and looked at him coldly. The man looked back expressionless. Mozi Yu and Mozi noziqi flew down on the edge. The others stood behind, a vast expanse of black.

It was a sunny afternoon. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, the snow mountains in the distance began to melt, and the sea was magnificent and blue.

On the reef, the fighting figure jumped up and down from time to time. Light and shadow flashed, which was dizzying.

Mozi Yu lost his hand and looked arrogant. Obviously, he disdained two to one, but the man was also good. After several rounds, Mozi Nuo only drew.

Moxi Ling looked coldly, pursed at the corners of his mouth, put down Joey, flew down, and took over the man. His body was still flying in the air. He twisted his hands with force. The man's head was rotated 180 degrees and the back of his head was directed at everyone.

The people on the hanging were surprised, and Joey covered his lips. This scene was really scary. Just like a horror film, he watched the man's face turn into the back of his head.

Mohist people also have some accidents. Mexiling usually wants to end who. He just needs to twist his head 90 degrees, which is a very serious punishment. If he twists 180 degrees, his skull will be damaged too much, and he may not be able to pick it up. That person will really be hopeless. It can be seen that he is extremely angry!

However, when everyone was stunned, Joey fell into the hands of a man again. This time, instead of clamping her arm, he grabbed her neck, stood up and swept back quickly. Joey's petite body swung in the air like a poor chick.

Mo Siyu gave a sound, turned and chased. As soon as Mo Xiling turned back on the reef, his eyes were cold, and flew up to the cliff. Mo Ziyu was faster than him. His arms stretched out like a roc spreading his wings and across the sea like a shadow.

Others followed, but Zongbo stopped. He didn't know if there was still a hidden danger in the crowd and couldn't let them follow.

Mo Xiling and Mo Ziyu had a tacit understanding. One left, one right, one front and one back, they followed like a shadow, and soon stopped the man.

Joey was not as calm as before this time. Although her head was upward, she was pinched by her neck, had difficulty breathing, and her lungs seemed to explode. She tried hard to break the man's hand and wanted to breathe more air.

In this case, her mind was in a mess, like a thirsty fish. She couldn't care about anything except trying to breathe.

Moxiling saw that her face was purple and her eyes almost bulged out. She was distressed and angry. She winked at Mozi Yu. They were about to act, but the man smiled coldly: "don't move, or I'll strangle her. You should know how long the suffocation point of human women is. "

Mexiling really dared not move. "What do you want to do?"

"Lord," said the man in a strange manner, "I heard that drinking Miss Qiao's blood can not be afraid of Verbena. I want to try."

"You dare!" Mozi Yu shouted, "let her go, or I'll let you live forever."

"Sir, the Lord hasn't spoken. What's your hurry?"

"You want to die!" Mozi twisted his thick eyebrows, bullied his body close to him, staggered his hands, his feet like hooks and scissors, like the coming of God.

The man was really afraid. As soon as he turned around and avoided, the fingers pinched on Joey's neck suddenly tightened. Joey made a hoarse cry. Because he was suffocating, two small red blood flowed out of his nostrils, lined with a purple swollen face, which was very shocking.

"Yu!" Mexiling drank Mozi Yu and stood aside with a gloomy face, but his eyes were staring at Joey.

Mozi Yu was very anxious. The blood in his body had never flowed so fast as now. Every cell seemed to be full of energy. He had to do something to make the chaotic breath obey and let the boiling blood find an outlet, otherwise he would explode.

Joey's breath had stopped, his mouth was opened to the maximum, but his brain was numb. He looked at mexiling sluggishly, his pupils were enlarged, and the light in his eyes was dim bit by bit.

"Xiling!" Mo Ziyu gave a low roar.

Mexiling did not move, but his face became calm. His white clothes and trousers were flying in the wind, which made him as holy and handsome as a distant snow mountain.

Joey finally couldn't stand it. His eyelids closed slowly, his head tilted back and his body floated. The man was a little strange. Obviously, the man was still in his hand, but he felt that she was leaving. He wanted to hold her hand tighter, but he found that he couldn't. his fingers were loosening bit by bit, and the purple pinch marks on the girl's snow-white neck were clearly visible.

What's going on? He looked at the scene in amazement. Without waiting to recover, Mozi Yu was close, and his sharp claws inserted into his heart.

"Yu, keep him alive." Mexiling jumped over, caught Joey's body and ordered.

Mozi Yu did have a killing heart. If Moxi Ling hadn't opened his mouth in time, he would have taken out the man's heart and thrown it into the sea. There was nowhere to vent his anger. He could only break the man's head. Like moxiling, it was also 180 degrees, but his technique was more rude, his neck bone was tortuous, and the fracture was poked out of the flesh, which could be seen by Sen Bai.

Mexiling stared at the woman in her arms with a slight frown. The purple swelling on her face was fading, but the blood color also faded. Her face was as white as paper, and her limbs hung like a lifeless thread pulling doll.

On a high cliff in the East, a petite figure stood under a tall tree. She looked at the West from a distance, with smiling eyebrows and curved corners of her mouth.

Things are even smoother than she thought. The fire is just right. It should be reborn. Their queen is finally coming!