Devil President, Don't Bite Me

The midday sun was hot and dazzling. All the genetic mutant soldiers put grass leaves on their heads to cover their bodies and avoid direct sunlight. Someone saw some dark shadows coming out in the distance through the grass leaves, approached the cannons silently and quickly sent a signal.

The soldiers in charge of the biochemical cannon risked being burned and rushed to start the device. One biochemical bomb was hit out and hit the black shadow.

This movement led out the Lords in the tent, but the imagined scene of flesh and blood, ghost crying and Howling did not appear. The dark figure was hit and fell to the ground by a biochemical bomb, but a scream did not come out.

Mo Qingze thought it was wrong. "Nuo, go and have a look."

"I'll go," said Mo Ziyu. He spread his arms and swept over their heads. In the fierce sun, his skin glittered like a dazzling gem.

Tang Jiehe squinted at his distant back, "he's not afraid of pain?"

Mo Qingze smiled, "it's not that he doesn't hurt, but he can endure."

Tang Jiehe touched his chin. "He's good. Ask him if he wants to come to me."

"Lord Tang, he's from Mohs."

"I can give him the surname Tang. Isn't it better to follow me than to follow Moxi Ling?"

"I can let him go if he wants." Mo Qingze thinks that Mo Ziyu doesn't deal with himself. Instead of staying around and asking for trouble, it's better to be a natural person.

Mo Nuo tilted his lips and smiled silently behind him, pushing Mo Ziyu around, but who asked him his opinion of being a brother?

Mozi Yu quickly strolled around in the distance and soon came back.

"Those are not werewolves, just some grass people in clothes."

When Tang Jiehe heard this, his face turned white with anger. He scolded the fool and turned into the tent.

"How many biochemical bombs are there?"

"More than half of it was launched just now. There's not much left."

Tang Jiehe sat cross legged on the carpet. "Needless to say, it must be mexiling's idea. If we don't solve this man, we won't have a good fight. Mo Ziyu, it's time for you to make contributions, "he looked at the expressionless young man." if you succeed, I'll give you the surname Tang and follow me later. "

Mozi Yu's hard refusal: "no need."

Tang Jiehe: "..." many people are proud to be named Tang because it is an ancient royal symbol, but he refused without even thinking about it.

At this time, a soldier reported, "Lord, the werewolf is attacking."

"Look carefully and don't catch their way again." Tang Jiehe stood up and walked out. "Call again when you recognize it."

Out of the tent, everyone stretched their necks and looked at the dark shadows in the distance, but when they looked carefully, they were stiff and strange.

Tang Jiehe snorted, "it's grass people again. Tell them not to fire." After being cheated once, do you want to cheat him a second time?

The sun was everywhere, leaking from the leaves of the grass, burning their skin bit by bit. Tang Jiehe couldn't bear it and went into the tent again.

The Lords all got into the tent, and the soldiers hid among the grass leaves to cover up the exposed skin as much as possible, while the genetic mutants guarding the cannon had nowhere to hide and could only bite their teeth and stick to it.

The shadows in the distance seemed to slowly detour, obviously attracting them. Genetic mutants scoffed, knowing that it was a werewolf's plan to repeat, and ignored it at all. There are only a few biochemical bombs left. We can't waste any more.

But... When they noticed something different, the shadows had rushed in front of them. Where is the grass man, it was clear that it was a strong and tall werewolf.

Genetic mutation people quickly started the cannon, but it was too late. The wolves turned into giant wolves and smashed the cannon with their huge head and strong body. The biochemical bomb that didn't go out was sealed in the barrel and couldn't come out again.

The mutant soldiers hiding in the grass jumped out one after another and fought with the wolves.

The roar seemed to be in his ear. Tang Jiehe and the lords were surprised. They didn't expect the war to come so fast. They hurried out.

The flat grassland has long become a battlefield, all the biochemical cannons have been destroyed, various parts have fallen to the ground, and werewolves and genetic mutants are fighting to the death.

In terms of combat effectiveness, werewolves are not the opponents of genetic mutants, but werewolves besiege a genetic mutant several times. Although they were also injured, they basically gained the upper hand.

By the time Tang Jiehe and other lords arrived, there were many grey genetic mutants lying on the ground.

Mozi Nuo said, "the werewolves were merciful and didn't kill them."

Tang Jiehe looked up. Almost all the werewolves were holding a silver dagger, which was their necessary self-defense weapon.

He is very confused. He can kill each other. Why should he let it go? Isn't this a duel of life and death?

Other lords also talked, "what does werewolf mean?"

"Is this still war?"

"When did they start kindness?"

The soldiers of the genetic mutant who killed him were surprised to see the end of their companions, and the sharp claws stabbing the werewolf's chest slowed down.

People's hearts are flesh. Since people don't want their lives, how can they bite the hand that feeds them?

A seemingly incompatible war, suddenly the painting style changed greatly, and the fighting continued, but it was no longer murderous. It was like two races competing. All the Lords looked at each other.

Mo Qingze's face was gloomy. "Ah Yu, it's time for you to make contributions."

Mozi Yu hesitated for a moment, his body soared into the air and swept away towards Moxi Ling standing in the rear.

Joey stood beside mexiling and waved a dagger to meet him when he saw someone coming. But as soon as he saw who the comer was, his fierce move was stuck in the air. Of course, Mozi Yu also saw her. His black eyes flashed and his five fingers curled and grabbed her.

But a faster figure stopped in front of Joey. It was moxiling. He looked at Joey angrily: "are you protecting me?"

Joey stuck out her tongue and flashed aside. Of course she knew why mexiling was angry. It was just that the incident happened suddenly. It seemed like an instinct to save him.

As soon as they got away, Mo Xiling and Mo Ziyu fought. Compared with others, the fight between the two genetic mutants was full of murderous spirit.

Every move is ferocious. You twist my wrist, I break your leg bones, and sharp claws stab into each other's body without hesitation, bringing out drenched blood.

Mo Qingze saw from a distance that the last doubt about Mo Ziyu had been eliminated. He could see that it was really killing Bo.

Mozino also looked at them, but his expression was a little worried. Anyway, it's better not to lose both sides

Joey was still watching quietly at first, and gradually became uneasy. Moxi Ling was really like Mozi Yu's enemy. Several times, if Mozi Yu didn't react quickly, he had stabbed Mozi Yu's chest and crushed his heart.

Du Beizheng came over and looked at the two people in a group and Joey. "It seems that moxiling really betrayed the genetic mutant. Do you want to take him back to Shengbei?"

"No," Joey shook his head. "He'll never betray a genetic mutant, and he won't go to St. north."

Du Beizheng looked relaxed and joked, "are you willing to let him go?"

"I'm not willing," Joey smiled, "so I'll go with him."

Du Beizheng's face sank and didn't speak. He just stared at the two people who beat harder and harder.

Mo Ziyu and Mo Xiling are first-class masters. Their fighting is very brilliant and has attracted the attention of countless people. Many genetic mutants and werewolves stop to watch the war.

The fierce war also became depressed. Finally, everyone stopped. Only moxiling and Mozi Yu were still struggling.

They are like two clouds of light and shadow, up and down, left and right. Only the blood line is flying and splashing in the air, but they can't see which side the blood comes from? The speed is almost invisible to the naked eye. The wolves are dazzled and can't keep up with the rhythm at all. People with genetic mutations can see it.

Tang Jiehe sighed, "I've heard that moxiling is very powerful before. Today, it really deserves its reputation. Although Mozi Yu is a little inferior, it's also very good. I didn't expect him to be able to fight so hard with the former Lord. "

Mo Qingze smiled faintly, "ah Yu has always been jealous of evil, and he has never been soft hearted to betrayers."

Mozino stood on the side laughing, thick skinned enough, who is the Betrayer, fair and free in the hearts of the people.

In fact, only Joey knows why mexiling and Mozi Yu fight? She was very upset and wanted to tell them to stop, but they were too fast and swirled a strong wind that made people unable to get close.

Finally, the two groups of light and shadow slowed down. They were probably a little tired, but the spirit of killing was still on their faces. They stared at each other with hostile eyes. There was a posture of either you or me.

Moxi Ling's Scarlet eyes showed a chill, and his bloody lips led a sneer. He had long wanted to teach Mozi a good lesson. He dared to peep at his woman and be evil to his little Joe, so he let them have a good duel and solve all this in a man's way.

Mo Ziyu knew he couldn't beat Mo Xiling, but if he won the duel, he could take Joey away. Then he was willing to fight desperately.

Spit out a mouthful of blood foam. He waved his claw and jumped on it. Moxi Ling flashed lightly. His claw crossed his back waist and cut a deep hole. The skin and flesh opened and blood flowed like a column.

Mozi fell from the air in pain. The fight had exhausted all his strength, but the slender figure in the distance forced him to get up.

Unfortunately, before he could stand firm, Moxi Ling flew in and kicked him over. A trace of hostility flashed through his eyes and his sharp claws stabbed him in the chest.

"No!"

"Stop!"

Joey and mozino shouted at the same time.

Mexiling's claw stabbed in for a minute, stopped there and said in a voice only heard by him and Mozi Yu, "I won, you give up!"

Mozi Yu clenched his teeth and propped his elbows on the ground. He looked directly at moxiling. The dark lines on his face gradually dispersed, and his scarlet eyes returned to black. He fell decadent, "I give up."

If you lose, you have to give up. That's the rule. He can abide by the rules, but how can the figure printed on the bottom of his heart be erased?