Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey finally told mexiling what the symbol meant.

Moxi Ling hugged her and half lay down. Wu Mei picked, "so, do you use that symbol in bed?"

Joey's heart shook and he regretted telling him that with a man with such a high IQ, he could think of all kinds in just one word, but he guessed right.

Moxi Ling's eyes were dark, and his eyes were shining and dark. Clearly said that it was a previous life, nor was it the body in his arms, but he was still a little uncomfortable.

A turned over and pressed the woman under her, "we also have the symbol of love."

Joey asked, "what is it?"

The man didn't say a word. He tried to draw on her from top to bottom. When he finished, he leaned against the head of the bed panting, "OK."

Joey looked down at the kiss marks all over his body. He wanted to cry without tears. Can he be more childish

"And here." He suddenly pounced again and sucked hard on her face.

"Don't be on your face, don't..." Joey twisted his body and refused to cooperate, but the man's strength was infinite, so he couldn't move her, so he had to let him go.

As soon as he released, Joey kicked him away and ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

God, her face is covered with purple kiss marks, like those women with totems in African tribes.

"Mexiling!" She rushed out angrily to settle accounts with him. Just after she punched him, she was easily caught by the man and went to her arms.

"Being so lively proves that I didn't have enough strength just now." He pressed her, searched for her lips, and sank again.

……

When they finished the battle, it was evening, and the mist like light smoke shrouded the land.

Mexiling hugged Joey and sat at the window, watching the sky darken inch by inch. Joey huddled lazily in the man's arms and didn't want to say a word. The battle just now had exhausted all her strength.

Mexiling bowed his head and kissed her on the top of her hair. "What does the symbol you gave him represent?"

Joey answered after a while, "it means to apologize."

Mexiling felt as if he had been knocked by a small hammer. He tightened her and kissed her on the cheek: "I'm sorry, Little Joe, I shouldn't doubt you."

Joey patted his hand. "The last thing hit you too hard. I know you haven't come out completely, but later you'll know what kind of person I am."

"I know," said mexiling in a low voice, "go and see him. I'll wait for you here."

Joey looked into his eyes. "Are you serious?"

"I love you. I should give you more freedom, not trap you." The man's eyes are like stars shining brightly.

Joey couldn't help but look up and kiss her. Her voice whispered to her lips, "thank you, Meryl."

When Su Xuandong heard that Joey was going to see Du Beizheng in person, his wound hurt again. He covered it with his hand and said to Su Xing outside the door, "in this case, you can go with her again, solve the matter as soon as possible and let the werewolf evacuate, so as to save people's panic."

"High priest," asked Su Xing weakly, "won't you go yourself this time? Maybe Du Beizheng will take Miss Qiao away! "

Su Xuandong's fear is that Du Beizheng won't take Joey away. It's good to take him away. Du Beizheng gets someone and must lead the werewolf to withdraw. Moxiling has lost his wife. He must follow in the past. Black soil is completely quiet. He needs time to make good preparations for the next thing.

When the last light sank into the horizon, there was a buzzing sound from the gray blue sky.

The werewolf's sight was not as good as that of the genetic mutant. When the sound was close, we saw a small plane passing through the cloud layer, with a soft light on the wing and landing slowly.

The wolves gathered around again. Only Du Beizheng stood there and didn't move. His warm face showed a few mysterious meanings.

When the hatch door opened, it was still a woman who jumped down. She was thin and small, but her movements were very neat. A pair of beautiful eyes swept through the crowd quickly, and finally landed on the face of the tall man in the distance.

The wolves talked and looked at her in surprise. They seemed to know who she was, and they seemed to dare not believe that the once famous Queen Qingyuan was this thin and small?

Du Beizheng stood still, but his hands hanging on both sides could not help shaking them into fists. He held them very tightly, and his joints were blue and white.

"Beizheng, the queen is coming. Why don't you go there?" Su zhouquan urged.

Du Beizheng still stood still, smiling, looking at Joey across the crowd.

Among the black clansmen, Joey was a little excited. In just 20 years, she could hardly see the sea of people. So many vibrant young faces made her feel very sad. She just suddenly thought of aguaku and felt a little sad.

Du Beizheng doesn't seem to want to come, so she'll go.

Just raised his feet, Su Xing shrunk by the cabin door and whispered to her, "Miss Qiao, don't go there. Be careful of fraud."

How can there be fraud? There are all her people around. She is in charge of standing straight in the crowd. Joey turned back and smiled at him, "it doesn't matter. I'll tell him the conversation will come. Stay on it and don't come down."

Watching her step by step through the crowd towards him, although her appearance was completely different, her eyes were as clear as ever. Du Beizheng's throat slid up and down and opened his arms to her.

Joey hesitated and went to hug him, but soon broke away, looked back at the dark crowd and whispered, "let's talk over there."

The moment Du Beizheng hugged her, he felt that the heart in his chest was really beating. His whole person and even his soul seemed to be alive again. Although she fell into his arms for only a short moment, it was enough to make him ecstatic.

She received his wishes, so she came to see him in person. But there were too many people here. She couldn't let go. She was only willing to let him hold it for a while. He understood. Now Joey is not as bold as the former Qingyuan. She is shy and reserved.

Without looking at anyone, he turned and walked towards the vast deep grass, and Joey slowly followed him

The wolves whispered, "great, the queen is back. There's no need to fight."

Someone joked, "coward, you're afraid of war."

"What's good about war? Isn't peace good?"

"When the queen comes back, Du Zhizhang must be very happy."

"Yes, he has been looking forward to this day for a long time."

“……”

Su zhouquan listened to the people's words, but his frown did not loosen. Since Joey came back, they had no reason to declare war on Ukrainian soil, but why was he always uneasy?

Just now he looked at Joey carefully. Except for the few seconds when she got off the plane, she seemed a little excited. Later, she became calm and didn't look very happy to see Du Beizheng. It's a little bad for lovers who have met again after a long separation

The tall thatch soon drowned Joey and Du Beizheng. Du Beizheng didn't mean to stop and continued to walk forward.

"Beizheng."

Du Beizheng's body was slightly shocked, stopped and slowly turned around, "Qingyuan."

Joey had planned a lot of words, but when he came to him, he looked at his gentle face and the smile from the corners of his mouth. All his words were stuck in his throat and couldn't get out a word.

"Qing Yuan," he approached slowly with a low voice, "I miss you very much. I miss you very much. I'm going crazy."

Joy was a little stunned. Du Beizheng was a little strange to her. He was always calm, modest and polite, and rarely said such disgusting words.

Looking at his close figure, she couldn't help taking a step back, "Beizheng, I'm Joey now, not Qingyuan."

Du Beizheng frowned, "nonsense, you are Qingyuan, always. Joey is just the carrier for reincarnation. That's not the real you."

"You are wrong, Beizheng. Joey is not a carrier. She is a living person." In the past, she also thought that Joey was just the product of reincarnation, a carrier that had nothing to do with her. But after the assassination of mexiling, the carrier was too painful, which had suppressed Qingyuan's consciousness and diluted the ambiguity. Only the pain was sharp and intolerable. At that time, she knew that reincarnation was not a children's play. Although she had the memory of the previous life, in the final analysis, She is also the later Joey.

"Qing Yuan, what's the matter with you?" Du Beizheng clasped her shoulder and forbade her to step back. "Did they give you..."

"No one controls me, I always know. When I just woke up, I knew I was carrying the hope of my people and had to complete the task. Although it was painful, I still did that. I stole genes and assassinated mexiling. But after that, I was not at all relaxed and happy. On the contrary, it was a nightmare, torturing me all the time. At that time, I knew that I was Joey, not Qingyuan. "

"No, Qingyuan, you must have stayed in the world of genetically mutated people for too long. You're a little confused. It doesn't matter. Let's go back to Shengbei. That's our hometown. Everything will get better."

"Du Beizheng, what do you want me to say to understand," said Joey with a mist in his eyes. "You've seen my transformation. I'm a little different from you. Su zhuangzuo changed my body. My eyes are black and my hair is light blue. I'm not a complete werewolf now. In addition, every transformation is a great pain for me, I...... "she couldn't say any more, and her tears came down.

No one knows her pain. In addition to being caught in a dilemma between moxiling and Du Beizheng, the change of her body also makes her feel helpless. I don't know whether she has spent too much in the desert and hurt the yuan God. She feels that the energy in her body is slowly fading, her super power and mental power are weakening, and she often feels tired and sleepy than before, It's like going back to Joey a long time ago. But her nails became harder and harder, slightly hooked inward, sharp like claws. She cut them off, but they grew out again soon. And the skin at the tiger's mouth is getting thicker and thicker

She is very afraid that she will become a werewolf. She is not a werewolf, and human beings are not human monsters, but who can she tell? Who can help her? The bitter fruit she brewed twenty years ago can only be swallowed by herself.