Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joy came to the dungeon again. Unlike last time, this time she was aboveboard and accompanied by high priest Su Xuandong.

Su Zhuang Zuo was not surprised to see her. He smiled and greeted her, "queen, nice to see you again."

"I've come to say goodbye to you," said Joey, standing on the edge of the stone wall and taking a step forward into the abyss.

Su Zhuang looked at her left, his face slightly changed, "queen, it's not your fault, why..."

"It's my fault. I made the wrong decision." Joey's expression was calm, but his eyes showed regret. After a pause, she lowered her voice, "I forced you."

"Queen," Su Zhuang Zuo was moved, "you don't..."

Joey waved his hand and stopped him. "High priest, how precious you are, I'll go."

When Su Xuandong heard her call Su Zhuang Zuo high priest, he felt strange. He felt that the authority was provoked again. What made him more depressed was that he didn't understand Joey and Su Zhuang Zuo at all. They seemed to be playing riddles. Obviously, they were all on the edge and refused to get to the point.

But he wasn't in a hurry. Joey had to tell him sooner or later.

Back in the room, Joey saw Su Xuandong sitting down in a chair and asked him, "how are you going to punish Mo Ziyu?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Joey was no stranger to these four words. She didn't mind and asked, "when are you going to lock him up?"

"Whenever you speak, let him go."

"What if I keep silent?" Joey chuckled. "Do you have another trial meeting and sentence him to death again?"

"That's not necessary," said Su Xuandong lazily. "He didn't survive and was killed."

"You!" Joey wanted to play a rogue, but there was nothing she could do in front of the rogue's ancestors.

Su Xuandong couldn't help laughing at her angry appearance, "Yi, you're so cute."

"Do you know you well? Don't call me that. "

"It will be very familiar, and we will have closer nicknames." Su Xuandong means something.

Joey couldn't bear it, but now it's not the time to turn around. "Save Meryl, I'll tell you."

"And yourself, give it to me," Su Xuandong said more and more shamelessly. "That kind of thing is interesting only if you love me and wish. What do you say?"

Joey listened to him more and more disrespectful, and ordered him to leave with a straight face. "It's late. You go. I want to rest."

Su Xuandong didn't bother too much. He came to touch her face. Joey turned his head and let him touch it. He didn't mind and walked away with a smile.

The next day, Su Xuandong asked Su Xing to send a message to Zongbo to bring mexiling to the hall. He was going to fulfill his promise.

When Li Shengnan heard the news, he also brought Jiang Dan and Ying Liu. Just in case, their pockets were full of Verbena.

Several people and horses gathered in the hall again. It seemed calm on the surface, but they had their own thoughts.

Su Xuandong looked at mexiling. The wound was sealed by the spell. It was still the same. He knew it well and didn't look at it very carefully. He began to cast spells in front of everyone.

He removed the seal, cut his hand, and dropped blood on his wound, one drop, two drops, three drops

Everyone opened their eyes and watched the scene of resurrection.

Blood continued to drip into moxiling's wound. Su Xuandong's face turned pale, his forehead sweated, and his body swayed. It seemed that suddenly, the powerful and tall man became weak.

Su Xing looked at him anxiously, "high priest, you..."

"Never mind." He answered low and pressed his wrist to stop bleeding, but his eyes stared at mexiling's chest. There was a light white mist, and the wound was caged and blurred.

"Everybody back," he whispered, sitting cross legged on the ground.

Everyone was obedient and dispersed. Only Su Xuandong sat quietly beside mexiling.

The white fog became thicker and thicker, filled the air and spread around.

Joey stared at the body shrouded in the white fog. Suddenly, Moxi Ling sat up straight and opened his eyes, but his eyes were blank. He didn't seem to know where he was.

Joey covered her mouth hard. She knew that mexiling would be saved, but she still couldn't believe her eyes when she saw it with her own eyes.

Mexiling didn't look at anyone. His eyes were empty and straight. Then he stood up and hung his hands. Qingjun's face was like snow. He stood still and looked straight ahead.

Zongbo was ecstatic. Just when he wanted to help him, Su Xuandong's voice came, "don't move. Give him some time."

So Zong Bo didn't dare to move. His eyes were red and his voice choked. "Thank the high priest for saving his life."

"You're welcome. You should." Su Xuandong seemed very tired and his voice was tired. "His body is still very weak and not very stable. Let him stay and take it back tomorrow."

"All right, all right, listen to the high priest." Zong Bo hurriedly replied that he saw moxiling alive with his own eyes. What else would he refuse.

Joey's mood was very complex. She imagined that mexiling saw her expression after waking up, or anger, or hatred, or sadness, or pain, but there was no such kind. He glanced at her face as if he didn't know her.

Although he didn't seem to recognize her, Joey couldn't face him and went upstairs quietly with his head down.

Li Shengnan waited for a long time. He saw that Su Xuandong had no hint and Zongbo didn't go. He didn't know what he meant. He couldn't ask clearly, so he could only wink at him.

He wanted mexiling for more than two days. Seeing him standing in front of him alive, he wanted to take him away immediately.

Su Xuandong ignored his small movements and still sat cross legged, "you all go. I'm tired and want to rest. Mo Zong, come to pick up people tomorrow. "

"Yes, high priest, it's hard for you."

Zong Bo didn't think much. He left happily. As long as Moxi Ling was alive, the little Lord was alive. No one could bully him anywhere.

Li Shengnan asked Su Xuandong, "well, I'm gone too?"

Su Xuandong didn't answer. His strength seemed to be exhausted. He waved his hand to show that he was going well.

Seeing him like this, Li Shengnan must not be a good time to take away moxiling, so he nodded and left with Yingliu and Jiang Dan.

When Su Xuandong saw that they were all gone, he stared at Su Xing. "What are you doing with a pestle? Help me. My legs are numb."

Su Xing hurriedly helped him up. Seeing that the clothes behind him were soaked, he was distressed. "High priest, I'll help you go back to your room and lie down for a while."

"No," Su Xuandong pushed him away, kicked his legs, stretched out his arms, and said, "go up the stairs, turn left, turn right, and enter the third room."

Su Xing was wondering who he was talking to. He saw that Moxi, who had been standing stupidly, moved up. He walked upstairs slowly and stiff, as if he had slept too long and didn't adapt very well.

How does Su Xing look at it? It's awkward, and the doubts in his heart rise up one after another.

Su Xuandong followed mexiling and gave one or two instructions from time to time. Su Xing stared at it and suddenly thought of something. He was so surprised that he almost jumped up and hurried to catch up.

"High priest, Lord Mo, he..."

"Shh!" Su Xuandong made a silent gesture, "say something again."

Seeing Su Xuandong like this, Su Xing knew that he had guessed right. His face changed. He didn't dare to say more. He bowed his head and followed closely.

When he got to the room, the door closed. Su Xuandong quickly tied a mask and covered mexiling in it. Even if someone came, he couldn't face him.

Su Xing didn't expect the high priest to do so. Obviously no one would hear him. He still kept his voice low: "high priest, how can you cheat everyone, in case..."

"Just in case, moxiling is alive, Mozong sees it, and Li Shengnan sees it." Su Xuandong laid mexiling horizontally on the bed and gently closed his eyes. "I have done what I promised them."

"But..."

"No, but I'll give it to Mo Zong tomorrow. What happens later has nothing to do with me."

Su Xing looked at Su Xuandong's cheeky face and couldn't say anything. The high priest must have made up his mind long ago that killing three birds with one stone will not pay for the life of the dead.

"High priest, is Lord Mo really hopeless?"

"Is there any need for me to work so hard?" Su Xuandong took a breath and looked down at his hand. The injury on his hand was true and the blood dripping out was true. He worked hard to play a play, but he didn't pay any price.

"You're here to guard today. Don't let anyone in. Although I'm covered, I'm not foolproof. "

"Yes, high priest." Su Xing nodded respectfully.

"OK, I'll go and see Mo Ziyu. I'm tired for so long. Have some fun."

Su Xuandong swaggered away. Su Xing shook his head and sighed. He always felt that the high priest had done something unreliable. He applied an eye blocking method. The dead man was still the dead man, but he pit two houses of silver and a beautiful girl.

Su Xuandong really hates Mozi Yu. Although he won't want him to die, he can suffer a living sin.

Mozi Yu was trapped by the pool. Every day, a crocodile climbed up and chewed his leg, chewed his left leg and chewed his right leg. It was bloody and terrible.

Although he knew it was an eye-catching method, the crocodile opened his mouth, and the row of hard and sharp teeth stabbed into the meat was a real pain. He tore off pieces of meat, chewed and swallowed his flesh and blood bit by bit.

Mozi Yu was going crazy. What cruel torture it was to see his lower body eaten by wild animals. It's more unbearable than pain.

In contrast, in the past, mexiling was only punished by breaking his skull, which was extremely gentle.

Mozi Yu hated Su Xuandong and vowed to cut him as long as he could go out alive.

Su Xuandong knows Mozi Yu's anger, but his idea is very simple. To conquer a person, we must conquer his heart. A tough person like Mozi Yu must torture him day by day in the most cruel way to see when he will bow his head!