Devil President, Don't Bite Me

The sun came in from the arched window of the high wall and gently sprinkled on his shoulders. Su Xuandong was bathed in the sun. As soon as he was more comfortable, he saw a man walking in, and he didn't slow down near. He was wondering. He saw two people running in together, as if they were stopping the man in front.

This stunned God, the man had come to him and stretched out his hand to catch him. Although Su Xuandong was tall and powerful, he was not Mo Ziyu's opponent in fighting. He was caught by him.

He was such a tall man that Mozi Yu grabbed him in his hand and casually picked him up. It was like lifting a puppy. Su Xuandong was... He was a high priest. How could he be picked up easily? Where was his authority

Mozi was so angry that he was a little confused. He took Su Xuandong and wanted to throw it off the stage. The object of his usual fight was either werewolves or genetic mutants. His opponent was very resistant to fighting. It was a piece of cake to throw it like this.

But for Su Xuandong, he felt that he had been hit by 10000 points and was thrown to the ground. Let alone for the time being, the high priest was thrown down from his seat and spread it. Where was his face?

Fortunately, Zong Bo and Su Xing arrived in time to stop Mo Yu. Su Xuandong, who was thrown in the air, was caught by Zong Bo, handled it gently, and finally saved his face.

"High priest, ah Yu didn't sleep well last night. He's a little sleepy. He doesn't know what he did. Don't be wise to him. Don't mind." Zongbo bowed slightly and said respectfully.

Su Xuandong snorted, "he provoked me again and again. You told me not to mind. Do you want me to mind when he stabbed a knife into my heart?"

Zong Bo choked there and couldn't speak. Mozi Yu's behavior just now was really too much.

Su Xing hurried forward to report the good news, "high priest, I have found Miss Qiao's whereabouts. She is going in the direction of the white forest."

Mozi Yu had just been quiet for two minutes. When he mentioned Joey, he was not calm at once. He stretched out his hand to catch Su Xuandong. In his heart, Joey couldn't have anything to do with any man except mexiling. He also tried hard to hold a three-thirds field of an mu. How can outsiders peep!

In his anger, Zongbo raised his hand and slapped him. Mozi Yu was stunned and stopped at least.

When Su Xuandong saw two people holding Mo Ziyu, he climbed to the high platform and sat down, showing the dignity of the high priest.

"Mo Ziyu, you openly despise the high priest and hurt people. Your sin is unforgivable," he said coldly, touching his chin. "But everything has a cause. The high priest is a reasonable person. Tell me your anger, but it can't offset your sin."

Mo Ziyu shook off Su Xing, held his hand, and took a step forward. "Su Xuandong, as a high priest, why do you force a woman? Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Where did you start?"

"Do you bet Joey that if she loses, she will give herself to you?"

"Yes, willing to gamble and admit defeat, she also agreed. Moreover, the gambling is not over yet. Who loses and who wins is not sure. What's your hurry?"

"Joey is already a wife, but you set such a dirty bet. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at when it comes out?"

Su Xuandong was stunned. "Is he a wife? Who did she marry? "

"She married mexiling, which can be proved by the whole mexiling people."

Su Xuandong glanced at Zongbo. Zongbo was a little embarrassed. He really didn't want to admit it. How could he admit that moxiling married a werewolf? But the wedding was a fact, or he married. All the Mohs on Sura Island witnessed the sacred and now humiliating wedding at that time.

Although Zongbo didn't say anything, Su Xuandong understood that there was such a thing.

He frowned, touched his chin, and said after half a ring, "Meryl is dead. Joey is single. It has nothing to do with you if she loses herself to anyone."

"Xiling is not dead! Otherwise you wouldn't have promised to save him last night. "

Su Xuandong sneered and spread his hand, "but now he is dead."

"High priest," Zong Bo was scared to kowtow to him, "it's no joke. Xiling was fine when I gave it to you last night. Why..."

"I said last night that I would save it first, but I'm not sure it will be saved. You promised. "

Zong Bo: "..." I thought you threatened me deliberately because you didn't have enough money. How did it come true

Mozi's red light flickered in his gloomy eyes: "I want to see Xiling."

Su Xuandong meditated and kept silent.

Zongbo looked sad: "high priest, please let us meet the Lord."

"Well, you brought the man. Of course you can see him." Su Xuandong raised his chin towards Su Xing, "take them to see moxiling."

Su Xing quickly made an invitation gesture and led them. If Mo Ziyu didn't go again, he might even annoy the high priest.

Mozi Yu and Zongbo followed Su Xing into a deep corridor and turned seven or eight to a small room. Push the door in, the light in the room is soft and dark, the window is very high and narrow, the sun shines in from above, and you can see the small dust dancing in the light.

Mexiling was lying on the bed, the dagger on his chest had been pulled out. The wound was not healed and there was no blood flow. It was dark red and looked ferocious.

Except for no dagger, he looked no different from before. He was still pale, his lips were black, his eyes were closed, and his body lay flat and stiff.

Zongbo and Mozi Yu looked at each other and were surprised. The wound was not sealed. Why didn't the blood flow out? Also, Moxi Ling Mingming is still the same. Why did Su Xuandong say he was dead?

Zongbo asked Su Xing carefully, "Sir, our Lord doesn't seem to have died."

Su Xing knew the reason and said, "although the knife of the wound is gone, the high priest sealed the blood with a spell, so it looks the same as before."

"It should still be saved?"

"This..." Su Xing said with a embarrassed smile, "I'm going to ask the high priest. Just now, Mr. Mo offended the high priest. I don't know whether he would save it or not."

Zong Bo's heart sank, so he had to ask Su Xing first, "please speak good words for us. What happened just now is our fault. As long as we can save the Lord, the high priest will kill and cut, whatever he wants."

"Don't embarrass him." A low voice sounded at the door, and Piao Xuandong came in. "Mexiling is dead. I'm just a priest, not a fairy. I can't bring him back to life."

Zong Bo said anxiously, "but the Lord is clearly not dead!"

"Your gene can heal the wound automatically, but his wound can't heal for a long time. Do you know what this means?" Su Xuandong sat down in the big chair opposite the bed. "He has lost his super ability like ordinary people. What's the difference between an ordinary person's serious injury and death."

"High priest, we have checked before we came. There are still two drops of spiritual blood in the Lord's heart..."

"Just because you mentioned spiritual blood, I promised to have a try, but I looked at it carefully last night. His spiritual blood no longer exists."

"Ah!" Zong Bo and Mozi Yu were surprised. Along the way, they were careful, didn't dare to be angry, didn't dare to run, took it lightly, just to keep the two drops of spiritual blood, but Su Xuandong now said that there was no spiritual blood

"Impossible, high priest, the Lord's spiritual blood will not disappear out of thin air."

"I also wonder," Su Xuandong frowned slightly, "the spirit and blood of genetically mutated people are loyal to the noumenon. There is no special reason, they won't disappear." He stared at mexiling and asked, "what strange things have happened along the way?"

Mozi Yu's heart suddenly jumped vigorously. There was more than one strange thing.

Zong Bo remembered, "there was a strange thing. At that time, the Lord sank into the swamp and we couldn't help him. He was in a hurry, but he flew to the shore himself."

"Just this one?" Su Xuandong looked at Mo Ziyu. "You'd better tell me what you know. Maybe it's not necessarily helpful to your Lord."

Mozi was depressed and stiff for a while, but he still said, "before that, there was another time when Joey was chased and killed by Mohist rebels. He couldn't live, but in the blink of an eye, all the rebels died."

"It has something to do with Joey," Su Xuandong touched his chin and smiled at the corners of his mouth. "It's interesting. I can only say that your Lord is really a passionate man. Did the swamp have something to do with Joey? If her life had not been threatened, maybe mexiling would not have urged spiritual blood to save her. "

Zongbo's face changed sharply: "high priest, you said that the LORD was conscious and knew that Joey was in danger, so he urged the spirit blood to protect her? It's impossible, this... "He opened his mouth and stayed there. It's not impossible. At that time, he wanted to kill Joey, but his claws touched her, but he couldn't move forward any more. Only moxiling had such a powerful ability. Who would have thought that he would spare his life to urge spiritual blood to protect Joey

Zong Bo was pale and speechless for a long time.

Mo Ziyu looked at Mo Xiling and clenched his fist expressionless. It was his fault. He didn't protect Joey, which led to Mo Xiling urging spiritual blood. At that time, he had doubts and opened the coffin to check, but he didn't see anything famous.

"High priest," Mozi Yu's rare tone was gentle and his attitude was correct. "Since the Lord can activate spiritual blood in a coma and prove his potential ability is immeasurable, I don't think he will die so easily. Please ask the high priest to think of a way. What happened just now is so offensive that the high priest can let it happen. Only ask the high priest to raise his hand and save the Lord. "

Su Xuandong was very satisfied with his attitude and nodded, "you offended our high priest. Of course, you should be punished. However, your Lord is a little interested. You can stimulate spiritual blood at will. Your potential ability is really immeasurable. But I've never encountered this situation. I'm really helpless."

The last sentence was obviously perfunctory. Zong Bo heard the meaning of his words and quickly said, "high priest, you have boundless power. You must have a way. Money is not a problem. Just speak."

Su Xuandong picked from the corner of his eye: "Oh, so the previous price can be discussed again?"

"No, no, no, I mean, as long as the high priest saves the Lord, I will raise all the money and send it to you as soon as possible."

Su Xuandong was silent and said, "let me save Moxi Ling. Ask Joey to beg me."