Devil President, Don't Bite Me

In the second set, Joey touched a good hand, killed the four sides in a dutiful way, beat the mozino brothers and rose two levels in a row.

In fact, this set of mosiyu's cards was not good, but Mozi Nuo was too careful, but missed the opportunity. A good hand was rotten in his hand. Mozi, who had been expressionless, threw the cards and glared at Mozi Nuo.

Mo ZiNuo's face is also a little uneasy. It was fun, but he was pressed by two little girls. He jumped twice on the plate. Why is it embarrassing for him to be a perennial mixed gambler?

Aware of something wrong with the atmosphere, Joey looked at mosiyu uneasily, but mosiyu smiled at her, indicating that it didn't matter.

Seeing that mosiyu was so calm, Joey put down her heart and smiled with a bit of cunning. Mozi Yu has always been an iceberg face. Now she is excited to have emotions, which is good for her.

Next, the two men were obviously much more cautious. Because it is playing old K, which side has more K, which side is likely to win.

After touching the card, Joey still looked calm, but she was very depressed. She didn't catch an old K. if mosiyu didn't have many hands, the card would be bad.

He looked at mosiyu quietly. The other party laughed a little unpredictable. Joey was not sure what she meant for a moment.

Looking at Mozi Nuo, he smiled and looked at the cards thoughtfully. Mozi Yu's face seemed to ease. It seemed that their cards were good.

Joey estimated that this set of cards had to go down. The eight cards buried at the bottom couldn't be decided for a long time, but he was smiling: "Oh, it's not enough to bury the bottom, it's time to bury the main card!" Pretend to draw one card from the East and one card from the west, and gather enough eight cards to cover the table.

Mosiyu suddenly sneezed several times, and Joey instinctively turned his head to one side to avoid. When he turned back, mosiyu pushed the bottom card to her side, "you can see clearly. Bury the main card. Don't bury old K too."

Joey thought she was acting deliberately to put pressure on the mozino brothers, so she took back her cards and stared round... Is she going to hell?

There are four old K's in the card!!!

Was it mosiyu who gave it to her when she sneezed?

WOW! Mosiyu looked pure and good, but she was more treacherous than her. Joey tacitly winked at her and said, "really, I buried old K!"

Take back the old K and have two kings in hand. Joey was full of ambition and sang all the way. He won again and rose two levels. He won the mozino brothers in this game.

Mozi was so angry that he threw the card and stood up and left.

Joey whispered to mosiyu, "he's angry with me!"

"No," mozino replied hastily, "he is angry that his skills are inferior to others."

Mozi Yu, who had reached the entrance of the stairs, suddenly turned back, stared at Mozi Nuo coldly and hurried upstairs. At the corner of the second floor, he looked at mexiling lazily leaning against the wall and looked indignant: "why should we change the card to her? It's clear that we have a chance to win this set. "

Mexiling said, "Oh, are you angry about this little thing?"

"You ruined the fairness of the competition."

"I need her to be in a good mood before going to bed, which will make her taste stronger."

Mozi stopped talking and could see that he was still very depressed.

Mexiling put his hands in his trouser pocket, said silently, "I won't interfere with you when you play cards with her in the morning."

Mozi Yu glanced at him and left without saying a word.

Moxiling looked through the gap of the stairs. Joey sat on the sofa and told mozino and mosiyu about her glorious history of playing cards. When she spoke, she danced and beamed, and her expression was extremely rich. When it came to funny places, the listener hadn't seen her enter the mood, so she couldn't stand up.

After watching for a while, he turned and slowly went upstairs.

It was a very happy day for Joey. When he played, he didn't feel that he was tired. He yawned and fell asleep.

She had a dream that she was walking in a purple sea of flowers. Not far away was a lush forest with white mist rippling in the forest. She walked towards the forest, but no matter how she walked, there was always a short distance between her and the forest.

She stopped and saw the knee deep flowers shaking, as if something had come from the forest. She was very nervous and motionless watching the movement under the flowers.

She guessed it was a deer or an antelope. But when that thing appeared from the flowers, it was a huge wolf!

She suddenly broke into a cold sweat and turned to escape, but her feet seemed to be nailed.

The wolf came over, stretched out his tongue and licked her palm. It was warm and crisp. There was a soft light in his eyes. He looked at her gently and calmed her down slowly.

She squatted down and touched its head. The wolf actually spoke. It was a man's voice, deep and mellow: "are you ready?"

She was stunned. "What are you going to do?"

"Sacrifice."

She wondered more, sacrifice? Why sacrifice?

She was about to ask again, when the wolf suddenly opened his mouth, showed Bai Sen's sharp teeth, and bit her neck like a steel needle into her soft skin, causing severe pain!

Joey screamed and opened his eyes. In the chaos, he felt someone around him. He looked sideways and screamed again. He instinctively shrank back, but his waist was clasped by a big hand. A deep and pleasant voice sounded in his ear: "have you dreamed?"

Joey was shocked. "Who are you? Let go of me! "

The man didn't let go, just said, "it's me." He reached out and turned on the lamp.

Joey gasped and looked at him in horror. The man had a beautiful face, but she didn't know him.

Her voice shook, "who are you? Why are you in my room? "

The man didn't speak, just looked at her, a slight smile slanted from the corners of his mouth: "forgetful woman, I don't want to remind you every night."

Joy's brain exploded. She recognized him - mexiling, the master of the Mohist school!

She trembled more and more, "you, why are you here again?"

"If you are here, I will come." He chuckled, "did you forget? You are my woman. "

Joey blinked and looked at him timidly: "moxiling, as long as I'm obedient, won't you hurt me?"

"If you are good, you will be safe." The man said, turning her around, his hand still around her waist and his face buried in her neck: "that's good."

After several previous experiences, Joey's heart was a little more stable. It was like a needle in her neck and the hands on her waist were so cold that she just endured it.

She thought that mexiling would sleep quietly as before. Unexpectedly, he asked her, "what dream did you have?"

Joey didn't want to discuss her dreams with a pervert, but he couldn't help answering, "nightmare."

"What did you dream of?"

Joey was silent for a moment. "I dreamed that a sick monster wanted to eat me."

The man's breathing behind him seemed to stagnate for a while, and then said gently, "I won't let you be in any danger."

Joey: it's really dangerous to be around you, okay? You are more terrible than that monster!

The days went on like this day by day. During the day, Joey lived happily, but at night, she always woke up in the middle of the night and faced Mohist master moxiling with fear.

Maybe her obedience satisfied mexiling. He didn't touch her again, but lay quietly behind her and fell asleep together. After a long time, Joey gradually got used to it. Sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that the man was behind her. She didn't even open her eyes and fell asleep again.

But her memory is slowly recovering. When she wakes up in the morning, she vaguely remembers the things at night. It's vague and not true. She always thinks it's her own dream, but it's strange. Why do she have the same dream every night?

Until one day, she remembered the name of mexiling. The more she thought about it, the more strange she felt. Finally, she couldn't help asking mexiling.

"Siyu, is there a man named moxiling here?"

Mosiyu was arranging flowers. His slender fingers pinched the flower stems and inserted them into the thin necked vase. He shook his head calmly: "no, why do you ask?"

Joey was very close to her now, and didn't want to hide it, so he told her everything about the night.

"Is it strange that he comes every night and lies on my bed like a ghost? I doubt he is human. How can human hands be so cold? But his breath was hot and burned in my neck like a fire. "

"Did he touch you?"

"No," said Joey with a puzzled look on his face“ Isn't it strange that a man lies next to me and doesn't touch me? "

Mo Siyu chuckled: "do you want him to touch you?"

Joey blushed and said, "of course not. I just feel strange. Since he doesn't want to touch me, why does he lie in my bed every night? Just sleep with me? This is illogical. "

"There is no logic in dreams."

"Do you think I'm dreaming?" Joey asked, "why do I remember his name was mexiling and claimed to be the master of Mohism?" Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped, looked up at the winding deep stairs, looked slightly changed, and her voice was gentle: "Siyu, will there really be mexiling in your Mohist ancestors?"

Mosiyu looked up at her and looked surprised: "no, you mean the house is haunted?"

"Do you have a genealogy? Why don't we check? "

"The ancestral manual is at brother. It is only in the Qingming Festival that he will take it out and burn incense to worship. I don't usually show it to people. "

Joey chewed his lips and thought for a moment. He said slowly, "why don't you ask your eldest brother if there is such a person in the Mohist family?"

"OK, let me ask." Mosiyu held her hand: "don't be afraid. Although the house is a little old, it has never been haunted. You must be dreaming."

Just then, Mo Qingze came in from the door. Joey quickly stood up and shouted, "Mr. mo."

Mo Qingze never smiled and nodded to go upstairs. Joey winked at mosiyu. Mosiyu had to put down the flowers and follow up.

After walking out of Joey's sight, mosiyu took a few steps to catch up with Mo Qingze: "her memory is recovering. What should I do?"

Mo Qingze frowned: "so fast?"

"The memory is not very clear, but I remember Xiling's name. I thought he was the ancestor of the Mohist School and asked me to check the ancestral spectrum."

Mo Qingze snorted, "she's not stupid."

"Now she has doubts in her heart. What should she do?" Asked mosiyu.

"Tell Xiling it's his woman after all."