Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Three days later. Joey returned to his hometown.

Compared with Sura Island, this is the real ice and snow kingdom. The lake was frozen, like a huge mirror, looking at the high sky. The clouds are very low, big and big, like cotton like wadding, swimming slowly. There is also a cloud tower like a huge mountain, white and flawless, standing high and floating with golden light, which makes life illusion, as if it is the entrance to the heaven. In the distance, the snow mountains are rolling, and there are shallow green drilling out of the snow at the foot of the mountain. It is ice Hemerocallis, a unique weed here. It is cold resistant and has strong vitality. When food is scarce, werewolves also use it to fill their stomachs.

There are houses built of frozen soil in the flat and concave mountains. They are in all directions, covered with snow, and fenced walls. There is little cooking smoke, which looks like a bit of life.

Joey looked at the familiar scenery and was stunned.

"Qing Yuan, welcome home." Du Beizheng held her in his arms and kissed her on the forehead.

The gentle and low words rang in his ears, bringing a sense of crispness. Joey froze, pointed to the distance and took the opportunity to come out of his arms.

"My home is still there."

"Of course." Du Beizheng looked at her deeply, "that's also my home."

"Go home and have a look." He reached for her, but Joey turned and jumped forward.

Du Beizheng shook his head with a bitter smile and followed up.

The Queen's residence is much larger than an ordinary house. It is also in four directions. It is divided into many small rooms, which store some food and daily necessities for emergencies.

In this place, most of the year is winter. The animals on the mountain migrate to the south when time comes. There is a lack of food. The werewolf's staple food can only be the fish in the lake. Even so, in the long winter, the fish in the lake are less and less. Enduring hunger is a compulsory course for the werewolf every winter. In case of famine, some weak and sick werewolves will starve to death.

Think about the huge warehouses and abundant reserves on Sura Island, and look at his small storage rooms. The poor food is the same life in Joey's heart. Why can some people live in the sun and enjoy delicious food, but some people can only stay in this cold place, Life and death depend on life.

It's all about survival. Mercillin is right, and so is she. It's just... Nature makes people. She shouldn't fall in love with her enemies.

On the wedding night, mexiling looked at her for a moment. His eyes were the deepest trench in the world. They were dark and deep. They couldn't find out. They were gentle like waves, which made her indulge involuntarily. She was like a drowning man, hugging his neck tightly and closing her eyes to let him tangle gently.

Mexiling has always been overbearing and destructive in sexual affairs. If he used to be like a typhoon, then this time it was a gentle wind and rain, moistening and silent, immersing her in her heart bit by bit, melting her into water and pouring perfectly into his arms.

She saw herself in his black pupil, her eyes were moving and confused, but her expression was clearly sentimental and reluctant to give up. It was regarded as compensation, an end, and the last indulgence. Her mouth was filled with a smile, and her eyes were brighter and brighter, catering to him with unprecedented tenderness.

That night, the house was very quiet, nothing was damaged, only two bodies were tightly intertwined, endless, sentimental, unwilling to separate for a long time. Just like the last day is coming, they can no longer let go of each other. They all tacitly don't speak, only use their eyes to express their feelings, or the thick or thin wheezes are intertwined. The faster they breathe, the hotter their eyes are, and the more emotions they leak. They just can't take care of it. Like moths to the fire, they sink with determination like fate.

Joey remembered all the details of that night. They were entangled all night until dawn. At dawn, mexiling was awake, and she didn't forget her mission. At the moment of their strongest and most blending, she stabbed mexiling in the chest with a knife.

He didn't seem surprised. His eyes were full of pain. He called Little Joe in a low voice.

Her brain was blank, her heart seemed to crack, a cold sweat came up for a while, and an unbearable pain swept through her body. She looked at him in horror. Her hands loosened and shook endlessly. It was such a taste to kill him!

He looked at her all the time, with sadness and pain in his eyes, but no resentment. She had no way to hide under his gaze, so she had to stretch out her hand, close his eyes and run away in a panic.

"Qing Yuan," Du Beizheng called for the third time. He found that she was still stupid and gently shook her shoulder, "what's the matter with you?"

Joey just came back and smiled falsely, "nothing."

Du Beizheng pointed to the stored materials, "do you think there are too few things to cope with the winter. Don't worry. Now the Mohist family is in our hands. I have built a large warehouse on the other side of the mountain. It has been completed. In a few days, a large amount of materials can be transported from outside to ensure the safety of the people in winter. "

Joy smiled happily, "Beizheng, you've worked hard."

Du Beizheng suddenly blushed, "no, Qingyuan, compared with your sacrifice, my hard work is nothing."

He raised her chin, his eager eyes slipped from her eyes to her lips, and his head dropped bit by bit. Joey watched his face magnify in front of him. It was a warm touch on his lips, which was very different from the cold lips of moxiling. Her heart suddenly jumped, slightly turned and staggered, and his lips gently wiped from the corners of her mouth.

Du Beizheng's heart sank, stood there and looked at her.

She hurried to the window, and behind her came his hesitant cry, "Qingyuan."

Joey made up his mind, turned back and smiled, "Beizheng, we have a long time to come."

Du Beizheng was relieved. Yes, his Qingyuan came back and would never leave again. They had plenty of time.

He was considerate of her two lives. Maybe some thoughts were still entangled in his heart. After all, Joey was moved to moxiling. He can wait. He's been waiting for 20 years. He doesn't care about this moment. He walked over and said gently, "you're tired after driving so long. Go upstairs and have a rest."

Joey also wants to stay alone for a while. She's too confused. She doesn't seem to think clearly about some things. But when she entered the room, she was a little silly. The furnishings in the room were still what they remembered. As a close lover, Du Beizheng used to eat and sleep with her. This is her room and Du Beizheng's.

The big double bed, two pillows close together, Du Beizheng's slippers under the bed, his nightgown at the end of the bed, and his unfinished books on the desk by the window.

"Why don't you go in?" Du Beizheng gently hugged her waist. "It's still the way you looked when you left. Nothing has changed." He looked at her with deep meaning, "Qingyuan, I haven't changed."

Joey didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. He was flustered and at a loss. His heart seemed to be scattered. He couldn't straighten out his mind, so he lowered his eyes. He was guilty and didn't dare to look at him.

Du Beizheng hasn't changed, but she has. She remembered everything about Qingyuan and the picture of being with Du Beizheng. But that life was twenty years ago, too far away from her.

But the one who belongs to Joey is bit by bit, like a long stream of water, moistening in her heart. She even had a vague impression of hobbling and babbling. Her parents treated her like pearls. From kindergarten to primary school, middle school and even university, every day is so beautiful and happy. She is like a happy bird and never knows what to worry about. Until I met mexiling

Thinking of this, she saw Moxi Ling's deep eyes and called her low, Little Joe.

Joey suddenly shook, looked up in panic, but bumped into Du Beizheng's gentle and bright eyes. Like a long time ago, his eyes always calmed her down.

"Beizheng, I want to have a rest."

"OK," Du Beizheng smiled and printed a kiss on her forehead“ I'm downstairs. Call me if you need anything. "

The man went out and the door closed gently.

Joey lay on the bed. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the silver dagger inserted into mexiling's chest. It was cold and shining. She opened her eyes and sat up. The heart is beating violently, like jumping out of the chest. She pressed hard, breathed heavily, and a thin layer of sweat came from her forehead.

These days, as soon as she closed her eyes, this picture was in front of her, like a nightmare, torturing her.

After she really woke up, she felt painful and tangled for her mission, but she firmly believed that the mission must be completed. She did it, got what she wanted, and inserted the dagger into mexiling's chest.

But at the moment of insertion, she clearly heard something in her heart. The card was broken. At that moment, her brain was blank, leaving only endless regret and sadness.

But everything is irreversible. She killed mexiling and her lover with her own hands!

Unable to sleep, she just sat cross legged and adjusted her breath.

Look out the window. A group of children were playing on the lake in the distance. They sometimes become human fighting and sometimes animal chasing. Having a good time, laughter floated in the wind and spread to her ears. Werewolves have strong reproductive ability. When children grow up, they are the hope of the people and her responsibility.

Her heart slowly calmed down. Joey's life is a derivative of the plan. She must forget that period and completely return to Qingyuan's life.

She is the queen. She has the responsibility and obligation to let her people live a happy life, no longer suffer from hunger and cold, no longer hide and seek, and no longer live a poor life in this ice and snow place. One day, werewolves can live in the sun with their heads held high like humans.