Devil President, Don't Bite Me

That night, Joey finally dreamed of Du Beizheng turning into a human figure. He hugged her with both arms and kissed her on the cheek, "Qingyuan, my Qingyuan."

His arms were hot, very different from the cold of moxiling. Joey felt uncomfortable and gently pushed him away.

Du Beizheng was slightly surprised, but he had a gentle smile on his face: "Qingyuan, I'm Beizheng, Du Beizheng."

Joey looked at him carefully. His gentle face was like a bright moon, with a faint clear glow. Dark slender eyebrows, white face, dark red lips slightly open, revealing snow-white teeth. For a time, she only thought of four words: gentle as jade.

"Qing Yuan." He whispered to her, holding a drum in his hand: "do you still recognize it?"

Joey shook his head slowly. "I don't know."

Du Beizheng led her to sit down. The green grass was soft, and the wild flowers were in full bloom around. The handsome man played the tambourine, while she sat on the ground. The wind brushed her face, and the sound of the drum came so suddenly.

Sobbing - sobbing——

The very simple rhythm, however, was very sad, beating on her heart.

Joey's heart was confused and flustered. She only felt uncomfortable. She trembled, bent slightly and covered her heart.

Du Beizheng looked at her quietly. His eyes were also sad. Tears floated and condensed in his eyes. Finally, he was overwhelmed.

A man's tears don't flick easily, but at the moment, the man is playing a sad tambourine in front of her, with tears streaming down his face.

Countless pictures flashed before our eyes: the silver world, the giant wolf galloping. On the glacier, she played with Du Beizheng. They were sentimental in the grass. Under the cliff, the corpses were everywhere and the blood flowed into a river. She couldn't get up on her knees and cried. Trekking thousands of miles, she made up her mind. In the face of his thousands of sorrows, she resolutely swallowed

Joy burst into tears and shouted, "Beizheng!"

Du Beizheng put down his tambourine and looked at her happily: "Qingyuan, you finally recognize me."

Joy couldn't help crying. She shook her hands and stroked his face. It was her North Zheng, her lover. The reincarnation of the world, they finally met.

They hugged each other tightly and wished they could embed each other in their bodies.

He held so tightly that the bones in his body rattled and the bones penetrated the flesh and blood. Joey only felt a great pain and shouted.

Du Beizheng hurriedly released her, and his expression was also flustered: "Qingyuan, Qingyuan, you wake up and want to change. You will have some pain. Be patient and be fine soon."

It's like breaking all her bones, muscles and collaterals, separating all her internal organs and reassembling them one by one. It's a real cramp and bone stripping. The pain is beyond description.

Joey fell to the ground and rolled, howling and screaming.

Du Beizheng knows how painful this process is, but he has no choice but to pick up the tambourine and beat it again

Mexiling leaned half against the head of the bed and looked at Joey in his arms. She looked worried. She was very abnormal tonight. After sleeping, she suddenly made a scream. The sound was so sad that he couldn't wake her up, but he couldn't wake her up in any way.

He didn't know what had happened to her. His face was as white as paper, his eyebrows were wrinkled, big sweats on his forehead, and his pajamas had long been wet. He didn't have the patience to take them off. He tore them off and wrapped them around her with his pajamas. They pinched each other tightly. He was cold and she was hot. Clearly posted so close, but let him inexplicably flustered, as if she was leaving, slowly leaving him.

"Little Joe, Little Joe..." he pressed her forehead and whispered her name, helpless and powerless.

There was a sudden "click" outside the window, and a blue and white light flashed. The roaring light thunder swept from the distance. In an instant, the rain poured down, and the noise covered everything up. Only joy's cry penetrated from time to time, and the noise rang in his ear and in his heart.

There was a figure shaking outside the door, but it was very quiet. It was Mozi Nuo and mosiyu. They should have heard Joey's scream, but without his command, they had to stand by at the door.

He didn't know what happened to Joey, but at the moment she was undoubtedly in pain. He only hated that he couldn't enter her dream and couldn't alleviate her pain.

"Hold on, Little Joe. Everything will pass." He held her back in one hand and rubbed her heart in the other, and his lips printed a fine kiss on her forehead.

I don't know how long later, Joey finally calmed down and lay soft in his arms. His breath was weak, and the temperature of his body gradually cooled down. Weak as a dying kitten.

Mexiling hurriedly called, "Siyu comes in."

Mosiyu answered, "Xiling, how's Yi?"

"Her temperature is running off. Put a jar of hot water quickly."

Mo Siyu didn't dare to bear the delay and rushed into the bathroom to drain the water.

Mozino asked outside, "Xiling, what can I do?"

"The rain is strange. Go to the West."

"Zong Bo has passed. He will deal with something."

Mexiling thought for a moment and said, "go to the Research Institute and prepare with him. I'll bring Xiao Qiao later."

Mozino took orders.

Joey put her cold body into the bathtub, but it still didn't work. The water was hot and she was cold.

Mexiling's calmness was completely gone, and his eyes were full of panic. He kept caressing her heart and giving her gas. He didn't know what the result would be this time? Sleep again, or sleep forever

Mo Siyu cried, "Xiling, Lingxue."

Mexiling woke up and quickly bit her middle finger into Joey's mouth, but she was unconscious, didn't know how to suck and couldn't swallow.

Moxi Ling had to suck a mouthful of blood himself, then cross to her mouth, hold her chin and let the blood flow down her throat, mouthful after mouthful. After three mouthfuls, Moxi Yu stopped, "Xiling, enough."

Mexiling didn't listen. He continued to suck his own blood and crossed it for her, watching her change nervously.

Another three mouthfuls of blood entered Joey's mouth. Mosiyu couldn't help but advise: "Xiling, enough, it will kill you."

"She is more important than my life." While talking, another three mouthfuls of blood crossed in.

Mosiyu was about to collapse. She was gentle and knew that she would not listen to persuading moxiling again. But over the years, she was used to the Lord's life above all else and couldn't watch him abuse herself like this. Unfortunately, there is no one here but her.

"Xiling, your life belongs to the whole family. You can't be so selfish!"

Mexiling ignored it and tightened her eyebrows to observe Joey. She had crossed nine mouths of blood and saved the dying people. Why did she still have no reaction?

He raised his finger. Under the faint candlelight, his middle finger was slender, energetic as white bone, without a trace of blood color. He didn't hesitate to put it into his mouth again.

"Xiling!"

Mosiyu rushed to hold his arm and took three more. She was not sure whether moshiling would fall into a deep sleep like Joey.

Moxi Ling threw her away, glanced at her, and her eyes lit up. In this moment, Joey's pale face was stained with a faint blush.

Nine mouth spirit blood has worked!

He was overjoyed. He quickly held her in his arms and whispered, "what do you think, Little Joe? Little Joe... "

Mosiyu touched Joey's hand, "Xiling, she's slowing down."

Mexiling hugged her. Naturally, she could feel her body warming a little. With a big hand, the wide bath towel wrapped the woman tightly. He took her back to the house, changed her clothes and hurried to the Research Institute.

All the preparations in the Institute were ready. As soon as he arrived, he quickly connected the meta guide to Joey. All the big screens were on, and groups of data were flowing silently on the blue screen.

After watching for a while, mexiling's tightened eyebrows finally loosened slowly. The data showed that her vital signs were normal and her health index reached the standard. It's just a matter of time to wake up.

Moher's face was cold: "Xiling, everything is normal."

Mozino was shocked and sweating. Seeing the result, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Xiling, Yiyi is fine."

"I know. She'll be fine." Mexiling sat down, held Joey's hand in the palm, locked his dark eyes on the woman's face, and said firmly, "I won't let her do anything."

Joey's face looked more and more beautiful at this time. The blush came out from the inside, like a thin layer of pearls and peach blossoms in early spring. It was faint and beautiful. Moxiling was fascinated and couldn't help stroking her face with her hand. "Little Joe, wake up quickly. Don't keep me waiting!"

"Xiling, look here." Mohr's tone suddenly increased.

Mexiling looked in the direction he pointed, and a group of strange data appeared on the screen, like poisoned random code, arranged from top to bottom.

Mexiling carefully identified it for a while, unable to determine what it was. He calmly ordered: "check the firewall, B2 power supply and external auxiliary appliances."

"Yes." Moher went to the host and began to search. His fingers beat on the virtual keyboard. The silver data poured down like running water, end to end, like a piece of cloth.

Mozino: "I'll go outside."

Moxi Ling gave a sound and looked at Joey nervously. Her eyes seemed to move just now, causing her eyelashes to move slightly, and his heart to move slightly.

"Little Joe, are you awake? Open your eyes and look at me. "

As soon as his voice fell, the group of strange data suddenly accelerated, spreading the screen like silver all over the sky, slightly dazzling. In this silver light, Joey slowly opened his eyes.

"Little Joe!" Mexiling clenched her hand and looked at her in surprise.

Joey's eyes were empty, and he looked at him as if he hadn't looked at him. The look was strange.

Mexiling shouted again: "Little Joe."

Mozino came in from the outside. Seeing the scene, he said, "has she lost her memory again?"

As if to answer his question, Joey's lips moved and his voice was very dry: "moxiling."