Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Su Xuandong dragged Guo Bao to his room and fell on the bed. He rushed into the bathroom and took a cold bath. He was afraid that he would strangle the woman if he was not calm. More importantly, he needed to calm down his desires and hopes.

Listening to the sound of the water coming from the bathroom, she stood up for a moment and untied her belt. Her thin clothes slipped down, revealing Miaoman's white body.

The cold water sprayed out from the shower, aroused a chill, and slowly quenched the fire in Su Xuandong's heart. He grabbed a sneer at the corners of his mouth. Joey, he's going to decide.

At this moment, the door opened unprepared, and Guobao came in naked. Although she was naked, she held her head up, showed her beautiful neck, and looked sacred and inviolable.

Su Xuandong's fire, which had not been completely extinguished, flared up again. However, he was not sure what she meant? Do you want him to go? Or just greedy for him and don't let him go?

Su Xuandong put the bath towel around his waist and looked at Guobao's body wantonly“ You want to take a bath. Why don't you go back to your room? "

Guabao didn't speak and approached him slowly.

"Do you want to wash with me?"

“……”

"Isn't it good for the high priest and the high witch to bathe together?"

“……”

"Of course, if you have to, I can do what I can, but I'm almost washed up, or you'll have some flavor or something.

The words were stuck in my mouth and could no longer be said.

The door of the bathroom was closed quietly, and the sound of the water was accompanied by a vague sound, sometimes soft and sometimes heavy, floating and sinking in the spring room.

——I am the dividing line of harmony.

The atmosphere of black soil is very open. As long as you love me, it's nothing special. People in Wutu most advocate nature. In their view, it is very natural for men and women to have sex. All living species in heaven and earth have this demand.

This is the second time that Su Xuandong has done this kind of thing with Tang Bao. He was originally an unruly man. The relationship between men and women is very casual. Because he looks handsome and has an outstanding figure, he has made some little witches secretly promise when he didn't become a high priest. Now when he becomes a high priest, he has virtually added a halo to his head. Maybe this is also the reason why Tang Bao pursues him. But he never entangled in such things. He had a principle that once, he would not provoke the same woman again, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

His principle has always been haunted by Guabao. She was originally a very reserved person. She did a lot of things she didn't dare to think about for Su Xuandong.

The increase in the number of times does not change any substantive relationship. When they finished, they dressed neatly and sat face to face, with some serious expressions, like the two sides to negotiate.

Bao Bao first said, "don't move Joey. In exchange, I'll find out the secret between her and Su Zhuang Zuo."

Su Xuandong thought for a moment and agreed. His interest in Joey was due to her mystery. He always felt that she was not an ordinary werewolf. If he could figure out the context of the whole thing, he might be less interested in her.

"Well, it's a deal, but you have to hurry. Is three or five days enough?"

Little treasure snorted coldly and raised his noble head: "why can it be as long as a month for Joey?"

"The situation is different now. Joey, Mo Zong and Li Shengnan all urge me to save Mo Xiling. I have to deal with them."

Guabao was a little strange: "what's the matter with Guan Li Shengnan? Why does he urge you?"

"He's here for mexiling. He's from SDR. He probably wants to catch mexiling as a mouse."

Little treasure looked surprised, "did you promise?"

"Why not promise to make money?"

"You give Moxi Ling to Li Shengnan. Joey and the Mohists can let you go. Don't forget that there is another Mozi Yu."

"I promise Joey and the Mohists to save mexiling. Naturally, I will do it. What does it matter to me who will hold mexiling after he lives?"

Little Bao didn't understand, "I heard that Moxi Ling is more powerful than Mozi Yu. Can he be captured by Li Shengnan if he survives?"

Su Xuandong sighed, "Moxi Ling can't live. His spiritual blood has been exhausted. I sealed his wound and let him stay the same for the time being. In fact, the immortal can't save him."

Little treasure was more confused: "then how can you promise Joey and the Mohists?"

"Although I can't bring people back from the dead, I can really bring people back to life." Su Xuandong blinked: "I will save mexiling in front of Joey and the Mo family, and I will let Li Shengnan fulfill his wish, but what will happen after that has nothing to do with me."

When he said this, he looked like a scoundrel. But she likes him like this. All the people around him are serious. He is the only one. When he should be serious, he is not serious, when he should not be serious, he is hypocritical, absurd, uninhibited, insidious, rebellious, deviates from the way, and doesn't play cards according to common sense. In Wutu, he is different, but also unique.

"Why did you tell me? Aren't you afraid I'll poke things out? "

"You won't," Su Xuandong said confidently, "you know discretion."

Kuo Bao's heart suddenly warmed. This is probably the most beautiful sentence Su Xuandong said to her. You won't, you know discretion. You won't betray me. We're on one side. The latter sentence was her own subtext. He trusted her because he didn't treat her as an outsider.

There was an unbearable smile at the bottom of her eyes. She leaned back and raised her feet, as if intentionally or unintentionally, gently brushed his calf.

She joked, "high priest, you really dare to earn any money. If the price is right, will you sell it, my father?"

Su Xuandong smiled and stared at her white feet. He bent down to fish and pinched it in his hand. "Stick to me again. Be careful I'll sell you."

"You won't, you know discretion." She responded to him with what she had just said.

Su Xuandong laughed and let go of her feet. "Big witch, it's late. Please go back." When he said this, he suddenly changed back to his usual indifference and alienation, as if it was a tramp who pinched her foot a second ago, not him.

Little treasure was stunned for a moment, and the smile at the bottom of her eyes stopped. Leng Ao also returned to her face. She sorted out her clothes and stood up, "high priest, please keep your promise."

"I will, witch, hurry up." Su Xuandong leaned lazily and didn't get up to see her off.

——

The witches and priests of the black soil advocate a pure heart and like peace, freedom, elegance and romance. They like to wear light colored plain robes, embroider some beautiful patterns on them, and like flowers and birds. They have always been peaceful and friendly. Recently, however, many outsiders have come to Urumqi. From their appearance, they know that they all advocate force. Some people are full of hostility, some have a cold face, some are arrogant, some are gloomy and some are rude. This makes them a little nervous and carefully keep a distance from outsiders.

There is only one exception, that is, Gan Jiang. She has entertained Mo Ziyu and is full of curiosity about him. He is not like other men. Seeing her, his eyes are like sticking to her face. He will never move away and will not say anything that makes people blush. His eyes at her are not even like men looking at women.

Tang Jiang was surprised that there were men in the world who were not convinced by her appearance. It's not how arrogant she is, but that almost men are stunned when they see her for the first time.

Ganjiang personally made some plum tea and took it to Mozi Yu, but the atmosphere was not right as soon as he entered the door.

Zong Bo's face was stiff, obviously teaching Mo Ziyu a lesson. Her sudden appearance surprised him.

"Did the high priest call us?" Zongbo asked politely.

"No, I'm here to deliver this," said Gan Jiang awkwardly, lifting the plum tea in his hand.

Mo Ziyu, who had been silent, suddenly said, "what's that?"

"Plum tea, you said it was good last time, so I made some more. I hope you like it."

Zong Bo looked at Mo Ziyu and smiled at Tang Jiang, "come in."

As soon as Tang Jiang stepped in, Mo Ziyu suddenly turned and entered the inner room, leaving her a back. Little ginger had never been treated like this by a man. For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She stood there in a daze holding the bottle of plum tea.

"It's all right. Go in and see him." Zong Bo encouraged her to smile, "I just scolded him. He may be uncomfortable. Go and see him."

Gan Jiang instantly forgave Mo Ziyu's rudeness. The man became angry like a child.

She put the bottle on the table and poured two cups of plum tea, one for Zongbo and the other into the room. Mozi Yu stood in front of the bed with his back to her, and there was still a man lying on the bed.

She knew the purpose of Mo Ziyu's trip and that the man lying was Lord Mo, but she had never seen him.

"Mr. Mo, have a sip of tea." She sent plum tea to Mozi Yu. Yu Guang glanced at mexiling. She was surprised. It turned out that Lord mexiling was so beautiful, with dark eyebrows, thick dark eyelashes, high nose and thin lips. The outline was three-dimensional, like the God of ancient Greece. No wonder Mo Ziyu was not surprised by her beauty. It turned out that he had such a handsome and beautiful man around him.

"Is he Lord Mo?" She asked softly.

Mozi Yu held the cup with a dignified look, but his voice was flat: "yes."

"Don't worry too much, he will be fine." A little ginger comforted him.

Mo Ziyu smiled coldly, "do you know why Zongbo taught me just now? Because I refuse to let your high priest save him. "

"Why?" Jiang Mingming saw worry on his face, but he didn't expect him to do so.

"Xiling is a proud man. If you let him know that the price of being saved is..." halfway through, he suddenly stopped and looked a little sad.

Little Jiang looked at his cold face and felt a little sad. He said softly, "the high priest is greedy, but he has boundless power. Only he can save Lord mo. Mr. Mo, you have come here after a lot of hardships. You always want to save him."

Mozi held the cup tightly, and his sad expression turned into deep pain, "pa!" The cup was crushed by him. The glass cut his hand and blood flowed.

Gan Jiang said, "you're hurt. Sit down and I'll clean it up for you."

"No." Mozi was expressionless. Instead of loosening the glass fragments left in his hand, he held them tighter. The fragments were deeply embedded in his palm and shed more blood.