Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Moxiling's action was too fast. He was like running water and finished at one go. When he finished that sentence, everyone had not returned to his mind. He looked at Mozi Yu paralyzed on the ground.

Half a ring, a werewolf opened his mouth with a puzzled tone: "is he dead?"

Mozino replied: "if a person's heart doesn't beat, has no pulse and doesn't breathe, he can be regarded as death."

"But people with genetic mutations are not so easy to die," said the werewolf, taking out his silver dagger. "We can rest assured only when they become mummies."

As soon as his voice fell, there was a flower in front of him, and his silver dagger had reached mexiling's hand.

"Well, as you wish."

"Xiling!" Mozino shouted, and the tension he had tried to hide turned into an obvious worry.

Mexiling glanced at him coldly, but the movement in his hand was not slow. He stabbed it down and hit Mozi Yu's heart. Soon, at the speed visible to the naked eye, the white skin became dry gray, and the elastic muscles lost water. They sank in one after another, as if they were sucked by something, and finally turned into a thin layer of skin, clinging to the bones, His skeleton had been broken into an inch long section by mexiling, which was not human.

At the moment when Moxi Ling inserted the silver dagger, Joey opened her mouth, but there was no sound. She just opened her eyes and looked at Mo Ziyu who was shrinking rapidly. She hated Mo Ziyu before and wanted to peel him off. However, seeing such a tragedy, her hatred completely disappeared, but an unspeakable emotion surged from the bottom of her heart, like guilt, It seems sad again.

"Is that satisfactory?" Mexiling drew out the silver dagger, and the blood slowly flowed down the bright blade to the ground, blooming a bright red flower on the light carpet.

After a pause, he said, "if you are not satisfied, you can continue to ask."

What else are you dissatisfied with? Mozi Yu is dead this time. When the silver dagger is inserted into the body, the genetically mutated person will turn gray and enter a sleeping state. Only when it is inserted into the heart, he will become a mummy. Every werewolf knows this.

"Lord Mo, your master is fair. We are convinced." The leading werewolf took back his silver dagger, "in the future, we will live in peace with the genetically mutated people and never make trouble again."

Moxiling pointed to Joey, "your promise, say to her."

The wolves were silent for a moment, and the leading werewolf finally saluted Joey, "in the future, we will all listen to the queen, and we will be loyal to the queen."

Other wolves also saluted one after another, "loyal to the queen."

At this moment, Joey had mixed feelings. After waking up, she didn't have much contact with the ethnic people. Aguaku loved and respected her, while others looked at her strangely. In the grassland war, she conquered the ethnic people with her actions and made them from indifference to enthusiasm. At Mohs, all this had to start from scratch. She made some plans and arrangements, but she obviously underestimated MOH Xiling's love for his wife. She solved everything for her without her hand.

In the next few days, Joey was in a low mood. There was always some pain somewhere in his heart. I don't know whether it was sad for the dead three clansmen or Mo Ziyu?

Mexiling watched her, but remained silent until Joey finally couldn't help asking him, "is Yu really dead?"

His face sank. "Are you depressed for him these days?"

Joey didn't answer, "you said that the life of genetically mutated people is very precious, and the same people can't kill each other."

"So you feel unfair for him and think I'm too cruel?"

"Is he really dead?"

“……”

"Are you really dead?"

Mexiling looked at her with deep eyes. "It turns out that he has a place in your heart."

"It's not what you think. After all, he..."

"How is he?"

"He saved me."

Moxi Ling was quiet for a moment and suddenly smiled, "he saved you. Very good. Did he kiss you, too?"

Joey suddenly changed his face and opened his mouth, but he couldn't deny that Mo Ziyu had indeed offended her, but he was in a very unstable state and couldn't control himself. She was angry and then forgot.

Mexiling just guessed before, but he was always pressed in his heart and didn't dare to verify. Seeing her expression, his heart sank.

Sure enough, so.

"Good," he said again, turning away from the room.

Joey stood there blankly, watching the door close slowly and blocking the man's figure outside. She sat down and pinched her eyebrows. She felt physically and mentally tired. These two days, she straightened out the werewolf, established a new department and formulated rules and regulations. She was really tired after busy, but she didn't want to stop. As soon as she stopped, she would think of Mozi's broken bones, dry and dead appearance, his gray face, and the look at her when she fell down, Are deeply fixed in her heart.

Although she hated Mo Ziyu for killing her people, she also knew that he had been unstable, which was the reason why Mo Xiling wanted to take him with her. But no one expected that something had happened.

She felt sorry for Mo Ziyu. It was sad that such an excellent man should have had a good time, but he died at this moment.

On the fourth day of the cold war between Joey and mexiling, Mozi was depressed to Binzhou.

He didn't complain about mexiling's punishment, because compared with Joey's slaps, the others were insignificant.

She must have hated him so badly that she had no feelings at all, so she would indifferently watch him suffer like that.

Well, although he suffered a lot, he was relieved after he died once.

Binzhou is a tourist city. It is very small. You can measure the city's roads with your feet. However, there are many taxis. They stop at the roadside and wave to attract tourists from time to time. There are also some electric tricycles, which are decorated in various colors, small and beautiful, and become a unique scenery on the road.

The later it gets, the more people on the road. They dress up very casually. More beautiful women dressed in cool clothes swagger in the streets, shaking their long legs and thin bee waist, walking past you.

One by one, the stalls on the street are like a long dragon, with the sound of Hawking one after another.

Mexiling is not interested in these, but ignores the frequent discharge of beautiful women to him, and boldly comes to chat up, "handsome boy, where do you come from?"

He took a cold look at the knife, and the beauty stopped laughing and dared not move forward.

Ten minutes later, he turned into an alley. He really didn't like the bustling crowd and the bustling streets. He wanted to find a quiet place to rest.

On both sides of the alley are small restaurants or hotels. Some are hung with red lanterns, while others decorate signboards with shiny small lights. They are tacky but practical.

The moxiling family looked at it one by one. He didn't choose anything else. He just looked at whether it was clean. As a result, he came to the end and didn't go into any store. He stood at a fork in the road and hesitated to move on or turn left or right?

Suddenly, a familiar voice came, "pass by and have a look. There's a big sale of conch. Such a big conch, the original price is 38, now it's only ten yuan, now it's only ten yuan..."

He looked along the voice. In front of a small shop on the right, a young girl was trying hard to attract guests. She was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of cowboy shorts, revealing two white legs. She has an average appearance, a round face, big eyes, and her hair is casually combed with a ponytail behind her head. She swings slightly with her movements.

Her hard shouting soon attracted some tourists, surrounded the stall and asked her about the goods and prices.

Mo Ziyu stood by the roadside and looked at her quietly. Although surrounded by tourists, she was not in a panic. She took the goods and collected the money in an orderly manner. She was really busy. She turned her head and shouted twice to the house. Soon a boy of 15 or 16 ran out. The two cooperated well, one took the goods and the other collected the money, and each dealt with the questions of tourists, laughing and laughing, I can see they're happy.

The tourists bought the conch and left one after another. Shuwei took a breath and counted the messy pile of money. Shutong stretched out his hand: "hard work!"

Shuwei slapped him in the palm of his hand, "haven't you given it?"

"Just now is just now, now is now, don't confuse it, hurry up." After being beaten, Shu Tong stretched out his hand again.

Shuwei shook his head reluctantly and gave him ten yuan. "You lost your eyes."

Shu Tong was unconvinced. "You just lost your money. You gave me ten yuan for so much!"

"I'm earning tuition. What about you," Shuwei glanced at him angrily. "Can you make the same money for playing games?"

Shu Tong knew he was wrong and ran into the store with a smile.

Shuwei carefully put the money in his pocket and was about to tidy up the conch on the stall. Suddenly he felt wrong. It seemed that someone was looking at her. There were people everywhere, but no one was looking at her.

She lowered her head and raised it again in less than a second. She still felt that someone was looking at her. This feeling was very strange. She clearly didn't find the person, but she felt that the person's eyes were cold, cold and familiar.

She had met such cold eyes, but... She smiled bitterly in her heart. It was another illusion. This was the nth time she thought of that person.

Another group of tourists came, and she immediately withdrew her mind and sold enthusiastically.

Tourists surrounded her small stall, but she stared at a man walking in the crowd

Is the illusion so real? It's true that she clearly saw his signature face, expressionless face, dark eyes and long legs. She walked past her step by step

At that moment, the noise around him became a vague background, and only he was clear and real.

There was a buzzing sound in her ears, like countless mosquitoes flying, but Shuwei couldn't hear anything. She pushed out of the crowd and ran after her.

The man walked very fast. She was panting after him, like a fish shuttling through the fish, but she still lost his trace.

Shu Wei stopped and bent down to gasp, but he was very angry. Was it still an illusion? What's wrong with her? Why does she have this illusion? Do you want to go to the hospital to hang up a psychiatry department?

But as soon as he turned around, Mozi Yu stood in front of her, frowning slightly, "are you chasing me?"