Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Zongbo and Mozi Yu didn't walk fast because they had to carry moxiling.

Before they set out, they found out why mexiling didn't die completely. It turned out that the pure silver dagger didn't pierce his heart. It was about a millimeter away. There was a drop of spiritual blood in such a tiny millimeter to protect his vitality. So although mexiling's heart stopped and she didn't breathe, her skin was still white and her muscles were elastic, just like falling asleep.

When Mo Ziyu saw this scene through the X-ray film, he was stunned for a long time. From the perspective of the section and the degree of blood coagulation, the knife was inserted very rapidly. According to the truth, it should pierce the heart, but why did he leave a millimeter? What was Joey thinking? Is it still hard to give up when you start?

He was relieved that Joey was not a cruel man. But he was a little lost, and Joey still loved mexiling.

For fear of touching the dagger, Mozi Yu was very careful carrying moxiling. He was afraid that the tip of the knife would slide down accidentally, and that drop of spiritual blood stained with the pure silver dagger. Mexiling really can't help it.

Out of the island, along the Xuefeng mountains, all the way East. At night, there will be a pause during the day. Although there are no people in this place, the mountain is high above sea level and rich in snow lotus and Cordyceps. Occasionally, you will have the courage to climb up and collect medicine. Of course, it's better to hide for unnecessary trouble.

So they walked and stopped. Three days later, they were only halfway through their journey. Fortunately, the thread of the dagger didn't move, and mexiling looked all right, so they were a little relieved.

In the evening, Mozi Yu found a place to take shelter from the wind, put down moxiling and had a rest. Zongbo threw a bag of self heated rice to him, "eat more and replenish your strength."

Mozi Yu opened the air hole, and the rice bag swelled quickly and heated evenly soon. With a tap, the bag opens and comes out steaming. He sat against the snowbank, holding the hot rice ball and sending it to his mouth. But his eyes scanned around with vigilance, and his ears stood up, not letting go of any suspicious sound.

Mozino heard that the island was temporarily controlled by Mo Qingze. With Mo Qingze's suspicious character, he must suspect that Mo Xiling is not dead. Maybe someone will catch up. He can't help but be on guard.

Zong Bo looked at mexiling through the small round hole in the coffin. Seeing that everything was normal, he sat down to eat at ease.

Suddenly, Mozi Yu raised his hand, and all the voices were still. Zongbo gently put down his food and swept his sharp eyes around.

Mozi Yuhu was in front of the coffin. His eyes flashed red, his face was covered with dark blood vessels, his fangs came out of the sheath, and his sharp claws stretched out silently, like a murderous beast. His cold eyes pierced the dark night.

The figure flickered in the night. But in the blink of an eye, five people lined up to block their way. Zongbo slowly turned around. Behind him, five people lined up and cut off their way.

The cliff on the left and the cliff on the right are attacked from both sides. They have nowhere to escape.

Zong Bo soon found something wrong. Although the ten people were expressionless, their red mans flashed crazy. They were very unstable at a glance. People with unstable genetic variants have a chaotic brain, but their combat effectiveness is stronger than usual.

Mo Ziyu also saw it, but he was not surprised and looked at them coldly. These people are all Mohs. Zongbo is no stranger. He looked at the leader and said in a deep voice, "Zuo Quan, what are you doing?"

Zuo Quan slowly raised his arm, "leave the coffin."

Mo Zi smiled coldly, "leave your head."

"Ah Yu," Zong Bo drank him, "don't do it, they..."

Mozi Yu knew Zongbo's meaning, and it was really not easy to get away with moxiling from ten unstable genetic mutants, but his character was never soft, picked his eyebrows and sneered, "just a few bedbugs, why be afraid."

Zong Bo sighed in his heart. In fact, the most unstable of these people should be mo Ziyu. After he opened the ban, the whole person has changed. Otherwise, how could he be so arrogant?

His combat effectiveness was originally the highest except mexiling. Now he can only place his hope on him.

Zuo Quan's face changed when he heard what he said. With a wave of his hand, the five people in front of him bullied and approached. Unexpectedly, there was a formation. Someone sealed Mozi Yu up, down, left and right, and the man in the middle pounded his heart with sharp claws. They came fiercely and cooperated very tacitly, as if they had practiced in advance.

Mo Zi Yu Rao, no matter how powerful he was, was temporarily forced to be in a hurry. The five people behind him also launched an attack together. Four people attacked Zongbo, one of them jumped at Mo Xiling, and a pair of sharp claws danced in the dark. The bright light cut through the night and was murderous.

In the blink of an eye, Mozi Yu broke a man's neck and crushed a man's heart. But the other party's hand is also inserted into his chest. The man in the sky clamped his neck with his feet. The man behind broke his arm.

Mozi hung his hand with a sneer in his mouth. The body was short, the sharp claw inserted in his chest cut off his ribs, slid under his neck, and pulled out a large area of flesh and blood. Although the wounds of genetically mutated people can heal magically, it doesn't mean they don't hurt.

Mozi Yu always had that smile in his eyes. He pulled the leg clamped on his neck and threw it far away. With a scream, the man climbed and rushed to pick up his leg.

Mo Ziyu looked back and saw that the coffin was carried on his shoulder by a genetic mutant and ran away. He was about to chase after Zongbo. He saw that Zongbo was hit back and forth, and his hands were inserted into his body at the same time. As long as he crushed or took out his heart, Zongbo died.

Mozi Yu's brain was still a little chaotic. His body had responded, swept over quickly, kicked one away, and pulled Zongbo forward. But those people were not weak in combat effectiveness, and immediately followed suit.

Zong Bo is old in the end. His physical strength and combat effectiveness are not as good as Mozi Yu. He threw away Mozi Yu's hand, "you go after me and I'll break up."

But where could he break? The other party left two people to entangle with him, and the rest went after Mo Ziyu. They were not as fast as Mozi Yu. They chased for a long time and were always three or five meters away.

Zuo Quan couldn't help getting angry and drank, "out of the chain."

Four bright metal chains were thrown out and locked to Mozi Yu's limbs. Mozi Yu avoided three, but one successfully locked his right leg and stopped his pace. In the night, Mozi Yu turned back and smiled. Against the snow, his red eyes and lips looked particularly enchanting and strange. As soon as the big hand was closed, the four chains were pulled by him and shook hard. Two people fell to the ground, but the other two didn't move. There was a standoff between the two sides for a few seconds. Later, someone rushed to Mo Ziyu with sharp claws, and the faint light flashed and shrouded him.

In front, the man with the coffin had disappeared into the boundless night.

Mozi Yu took a hard breath, closed his eyes, and inserted his hands into each other's chest accurately.

Zong Bo came up from behind and shouted, "ah Yu, stop!"

No matter how broken his eyebrows, Zong Bo still obeys the belief that the people do not kill each other. Although these people are enemies with them, they are extremely unstable and their brains are not clear. They are enemies only because Mo Qingze was released in advance and thanked him for his kindness. They are not unforgivable people.

But it's too late. Mozi Yu took out their hearts and crushed them in the palm. The bright red blood slowly flowed down from his silver white palm, bending down his arm like a small snake.

Mozi Yu seemed to be blinded by blood. He couldn't see anything, only saw a red light. He is like a trapped animal lost in the red world. His blood is surging and roaring in his body, but he can't find an outlet. He is so anxious that he seems to explode. Only blood can relieve his anxiety and dryness.

The heart melted in his hands, and the strong smell of blood filled all around. He laughed more and more strangely. The figure flashed, and the hand inserted into a warm body.

"Ah Yu!" Zongbo's voice trembled with a trace of fear.

Mozi Yu's ear moved and quickly retracted his hand. He actually put his hand into Zongbo's chest. Fortunately, he did not completely lose his mind and stopped in time.

The remaining reason made him realize that he was wrong. When he opened his mouth, his voice was thick and dumb, "Zongbo, I can't see."

Although those genetic mutants were vicious and abnormal, they were afraid to see him like this. They stopped and wanted to find the best time to start. When he said he couldn't see, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, looked at each other, and quietly surrounded him. Mozi Yu was not completely invisible, and only a few figures shook silently in the red light.

He sneered, "die."

He stretched out his hand as fast as lightning and accurately grabbed a person's neck. The other hand was inserted into his chest. He was about to take out his heart. As soon as Zongbo gritted his teeth, he took out a small silver needle from his arms and plunged it into Mozi Yu's body.

Mozi Yu shook twice and didn't fall down. He just showed an incredible expression, "Zongbo."

"Ah Yu," Zong Bo's voice was very heavy, "you can't kill anymore. The more you kill, the heavier your sin." Then he drank the dull genetic mutants and said, "get out if you don't want to die!"

When those people saw that Mo Ziyu was stabbed by a silver needle and had not fallen down, they were filled with fear. When Zongbo roared again, they ran away and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Mozi Yu shook again and again. Finally, his legs were soft and he sat on the ground.

"Zong Bo, you shouldn't have done this. Xiling was robbed by them."

Zong Bo looked at the continuous snow peaks in the distance with endless sadness in his eyes. He knew that doing so was tantamount to giving up moxiling, but he couldn't watch Mozi Yu kill wantonly in front of his eyes. The ancient motto that people cannot kill each other must be followed at all times. He couldn't watch Mo Ziyu be controlled by the heart devil and destroy himself in this way.

"Ah Yu, don't blame me. Everything is fate. But I believe xilingji people have their own heaven, and it won't end like this. When you recover, we'll get him back. "