Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey didn't expect Du Beizheng to be so crazy and let blood flow into a river. He doesn't care. Isn't he afraid of death?

The Nightgown was stained with blood and had a weight. It hung down to both sides to reveal his strong body. The knife wound on his stomach was clearly visible, and the red blood was popping out. His face was ferocious and his mouth was smiling. He looked terrible.

Joey rolled and climbed down from the other side of the bed. Du Beizheng was full of hostility, which made her feel very strange. She knew that she could not escape today. As a werewolf with animal cause, she didn't care much about that kind of thing, but moxiling cared. If she was accused by other men, would he still want her? Should be, but he will be angry, sad and self reproach. The more he loves her, the greater the pain he will suffer.

So she can't, can't let him succeed.

Du Beizheng stopped by the bed, looked down at his wound and tied it with the belt of his nightgown. His face was a little pale, but his spirit was still excited, and the fire in his eyes was still burning.

Across a bed, he looked at her quietly.

"Come here, Qingyuan." He held out his hand“ I don't blame you. Come here. "

"Du Beizheng, don't force me," Joey looked at him with tears falling slowly. "Don't force us to lose even the last love. I repeat, I'm Joey, not Qingyuan. My soul and body only belong to moxiling. When Qingyuan is dead, Du Beizheng, I'm not afraid to tell you honestly that I can't change. I've lost the ability of werewolf. I'm an ordinary human now. If you take me back to Shengbei, I have only one way to die, and I can't even keep out the cold. "

"I'll take you to the high priest. He must have a way to recover you. You're a werewolf. You'll always be a werewolf. "

"It's no use," Joey shook his head. "The wrong decision 20 years ago made me look like this. I don't want people or wolves. I lost all my super powers. I'm to blame. No wonder others. Du Beizheng, when Qingyuan died 20 years ago, there's no one else. You forget her, do a good job in your control, and 100000 people need your control, Don't be obsessed and do harm to others. "

"No!" Du Beizheng was heartbroken. He didn't want to hear a word of what she said. What's the meaning? When Qingyuan died, she was clearly not dead. She was lost and lost by the little white face fan of moxiling. It was clearly her who did harm to others!

He stepped into bed and approached her again.

Joey looked at him numbly and suddenly put the dagger against his neck. "If you take another step forward, I'll die in front of you. You miss me and want a body!"

His feet stopped, pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, "you won't, Qingyuan won't do such a stupid thing." Then he took another step forward.

Joey's eyes were awe inspiring and not soft at all. He grabbed the dagger and drew. A red seal suddenly appeared in front of Du Beizheng. From light to thick, it bent like a red earthworm, and she didn't stop. It seemed that she rowed down with greater strength and was about to cut her throat.

Du Beizheng just stopped breathing and waved his hand, "OK, I won't come. Don't do anything stupid."

"Let me go."

Du Beizheng licked his dry lips and said in an obscure voice, "you know it's impossible." Seeing Joey's hand moving again, he hurriedly said, "but I can promise not to touch you. You sleep in the guest room and let you stay alone. OK, don't do anything stupid."

Up to now, it's the only way. Joey needs a chance to breathe. She stares at Du Beizheng, "open the door and let me out."

Du Beizheng did, opened the door and retreated far away. Joey didn't dare to relax at all. She took a knife against herself and slowly withdrew from the room. When she entered the guest room and locked the door, she felt that there was a cold sweat behind her and her legs and stomach only trembled.

She also closed the window tightly. In fact, her heart also knew that all this was futile. For werewolves, breaking doors and windows was as simple as breaking windows. Her only magic weapon to win is the dagger in her hand.

She went to the bathroom and looked at her injury in the mirror. She shed a lot of blood, but it wasn't heavy. She wasn't so stupid. Did she really want to die? Her life belongs to mexiling. She can't die without his permission.

She wrapped the wound with a towel, dragged some chairs to block the door, and then sat back at the head of the bed to rest.

The mobile phone was taken away. It was too far away. Moxiling couldn't feel her. What should I do? I can only hope that Nuo can contact mexiling quickly and let him save her.

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Nuo is also in a mess at the moment. He sits in the living room and dials the phone every few minutes. Whether it's Mo Xiling or Mo Ziyu, he still can't get through.

Shuwei had been advised to go to bed by him, but he couldn't sleep over and over. He rubbed his eyes and came down from upstairs, "promise, have you contacted?"

Mozino shook his head. "It's impossible that neither of them can be contacted. It's very strange. Du Beizheng robbed people without fear. It seems that he is not afraid to turn against us... Bad! " He suddenly stood up. "I have to go back to Mohs. Lock the doors and windows and don't go anywhere."

Shuwei was worried as soon as he heard it. "I'll go with you."

"No, it may be dangerous. It's better for you to stay here."

Shuwei cried, "but I'm afraid."

Mozino thought a little, "you go back to school to sleep. There are many people there. They dare not go. Don't worry, werewolves have nothing to fear except ugly appearance and strong strength."

Shuwei thought, "but now the gate of the dormitory has been locked. I can't get in."

"I'll take you there before I go to Mohs."

So Shuwei hurried upstairs to change clothes. It was already two o'clock in the morning and there were four hours before dawn. The short and long night really frightened her. She just hoped that when the red sun came out, Joey could come back safely.

Mozino took her and jumped directly onto the roof. Several ups and downs flew into the school gate. Shu Wei lay on his back, flying through the clouds, and his face was numb. Mozino easily unlocked the lock and let her into the bedroom. Shu Wei climbed into his little bed and slept well. He couldn't calm down for a long time.

Since the last big retreat, none of Mo's genetic mutants have left. This time, he returned to Jinling and did not dare to return too fast. Up to now, Mo has only dozens of genetic mutants. After returning, he readjusted his residence. In order to be careful, he has a special way of communication for their call. There is a receiver in each genetic mutant's watch. When something big happens, mexiling will send a unified signal to let everyone gather and stand by.

In addition to one that mexiling carried with him, there was also one locked in the safe in his office.

When Mo ZiNuo arrived at Mo Shi, he wanted to gather all the genetic mutants. No matter what plot Du Beizheng had, he had to gather the people together first. There were a large number of werewolves. If they were broken, it would be bad for them.

He opened the safe, took out the annunciator and sent a signal to all the genetic mutants. Soon, everyone will come and meet in the basement.

After sending the signal, he didn't go down to the secret room first, but stood in front of the window and looked at the distance. Tonight's moon is very good, big and round. It hangs high in the air like a silver plate. The moonlight falls like water, which makes the earth hazy. If the moonlight is too bright, the street lights appear dark and the miserable light is faintly bright.

Mozino had a bad hunch that everything tonight came too suddenly and seemed too unusual.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time. Someone should come.

Sure enough, several figures appeared in the night, fast as lightning, flying towards Mo's family. Mo Zi's uneasy heart finally fell down. It's good if someone came.

But when he got downstairs, suddenly, a burst of smoke came from nowhere. In the moonlight, he clearly saw that the smoke was light green. He had a bad heart and shouted, "get away!"

However, it was too late, a few screams, the figure fell to the ground, the fine net fell from the sky, and more powder spilled over. Those people suddenly opened their skin and became fuzzy blood people.

Mozi Nuo's canthus were grinning, his eyes turned red, dark lines covered his cheeks instantly, his fangs were scabbard, and his sharp claws were silently extended. He jumped, his arms were open, flew towards his people, waved his sharp claws and rowed towards the net.

But he couldn't break it. Not only that, his claws immediately festered when they hit the Internet. He jumped away, and even the net was soaked with Verbena. What a vicious move!

What should I do? For the first time, he felt helpless. In the past, this kind of thing didn't need him to worry. There were mexiling and Mozi Yu in front of him. He just had to obey the orders. But now, everyone has to rely on him. His surname is Mo and he is an MO family.

The smoke filled the air and touched him bit by bit. It was hot and painful. There were abundant figures everywhere. Intertwined, he couldn't tell which were his own people and which were the enemy. In the distance, more people came.

Mozino clenched his teeth, shook his arms and rushed to heaven. He wanted to stop others from coming this way. But the other party seemed to be ready. Countless big nets were spread all the way, light green smoke was flying, and more and more screams came into his ears.

Mozino stopped in a tree and was sweating. He suddenly realized that all this was his fault. He brought the people in and let them step into the trap. It turned out that early in the morning, the other party had made a careful plan to use him to lead out the genetic mutants in Jinling and catch them all.

In vain, he claimed to have a high IQ and was defeated by the werewolf.

He suddenly woke up, took out the signal, hissed and issued an order, "all back, this is a trap, don't come to Mohs, this is a trap!"

The scream of the genetically mutated people gradually went down. This is a business district, with few residential buildings. Occasionally, several windows were lit, and someone stretched his head out to look out, but the smoke filled the air and couldn't see anything clearly. In the middle of the night, nobody likes to meddle in their own business. They put out the lights and went to bed.

Fortunately, no one threw himself into the net again, but look at those people in the net. Mozino was as worried as a knife. Almost half of the people who were broken were ragged and flesh and blood blurred, but he couldn't protect himself and couldn't save them.

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