Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Ginger fruit is right. That day will come soon.

The black sky is always blue and the climate is always pleasant. The invariable days become particularly different because of the arrival of mexiling.

He came alone, and all the people who followed him were stationed on the grass. Although he was alone, he was as powerful as a rainbow. No one dared to despise him. He was the reborn mexiling and the king of genetically mutated people.

He came from the other end of the road and stood by the roadside to meet him. It was mo Qiaoxu. He was older, like a seven-year-old boy, with a little excitement on his expressionless face.

Moxiling stood still in front of him. His dark eyes stared at him deeply. Moqiaoxu opened his mouth and shouted, "father." This is the first time he has spoken since he was born.

Mo Xiling was not too excited. He raised his hand and touched his head. He turned and walked towards the hall. Mo Qiaoxu followed silently. The two father and son were silent one by one.

Mexiling saw the familiar figure from a distance. The petite figure engraved on his heart was just strange to him. She stared at him with no joy or sadness. Those love in the past seemed to be a matter of a previous life.

Soon she closed the window and disappeared into his sight.

Unlike when I came last time, there was no one around the hall. Only the flowers were in silent bloom. When I came near, I found the millet pestle there, lowered my eyebrows and eyes, and made a gesture respectfully: "Lord Mo, the high priest is waiting for you. Please follow me."

Mexiling nodded and strode in. Ping An followed him. He also held his head high and took big steps.

Su Xuandong sat on the high platform and watched a big and a small father and son come in. He couldn't help sighing. It was a child he regarded as if he had come out. Unfortunately, blood was thicker than water. On the contrary, he recognized his biological father.

"Peace, you avoid it. I have something to say to your father."

Mo Qiaoxu stood still until Moxi Ling looked down at him. He didn't quit with Su Xing.

The open hall was so solemn that people were flustered. Two men, one standing and one sitting, sat high. He was the high priest who controlled the power of life and death in both worlds, but at the moment, he had no momentum and sat alone in the big chair.

Standing is the Lord of the genetic mutant. He should have looked up respectfully to the high priest, but he has the momentum of looking down on the king of the world.

If someone sees it, they will think they are in the wrong position and should change over.

In silence, the two men looked at each other. Finally, Su Xuandong spoke first, "you're finally here."

"Here I am."

"Come and kill me?"

"Maybe."

Su Xuandong threw down the things in his hand. "I've even got my knife ready. I'm waiting for you."

Mexiling looked at the exquisite silver sharp knife and raised his eyelids. "I never use weapons to kill." He suddenly raised his hand and waved it upward.

Su Xuandong on the high platform rose in response. The whole person shot at the tall ceiling like a shell, hit it hard, and then fell heavily, just at mexiling's feet. He raised his foot, stepped on the high priest's chest, and looked down at the surviving man under his feet.

Su Xuandong was an ordinary fetus. He fell so badly that he almost lost half his life. The bright red blood slowly flowed out of the corners of his mouth and dripped on his snow-white robe, dyed a bright red.

He smiled at the corners of his mouth. "After your rebirth, you are really advanced again. Your mental power can be used so wonderfully." he coughed twice and his lips trembled. "Yes, I made you, Western Allah."

Moxi Ling looked at him coldly. He made a little effort under his feet. Su Xuandong turned his eyes and fainted.

Moxi Ling song opened his feet and walked upstairs. Jiang Guo stood by the railing and looked at him sadly, "Lord Mo, are you going to see your wife? Madam, she doesn't want to see you. "

Moxiling's footsteps stagnated, but just for a moment, he walked up as if nothing had happened.

Joey's door was closed. He tapped three times. There was silence inside. He was silent, raised his hand to knock again, temporarily changed his mind, directly took off the door, moved away and walked in from the door hole.

Joey's room is very large. It is an inner and outer suite. Outside is the living room. Inside is the bedroom. There is no one in the living room. He went straight into the bedroom and saw Joey standing by the window. The window is half open. The wind came in and blew her long hair and clothes. She should know that he is behind, but she didn't turn around. She just looked at the flowers outside the window without saying a word.

"Little Joe," he whispered to her. For three years, the name has been hovering in his mind like a magic spell. Today, he can finally call it out.

Joey had been holding on, but the familiar voice sounded, and she immediately burst into tears. It was his warm embrace that came faster than his voice. He hugged her and called her, "Little Joe."

Joey completely collapsed and burst into tears. She wanted to break free, but she couldn't make any strength. In his arms, she habitually indulged.

Moxi Ling bowed her head and kissed her ears and neck, slowly pulled her over, kissed her face, eyes, nose, and finally her lips. She was lingering, sighing and chanting: "Little Joe... My Little Joe..."

Joey hugged him tightly. She dreamed so many times that she thought he was back. But when she woke up, she held only a pillow in her arms, but this time it was not a dream. It was mexiling who came back, but her husband.

She didn't have time to breathe. She tangled with him blindly. The air in her lungs was gradually evacuated, and her face was purple.

Mexiling loosened in time and said low, "fool, do you want to suffocate yourself?"

She still stood there blankly, but she couldn't return to her mind. Moxiling had to hold her chin and breathe for her. Joey gave a long cry, like a thirsty fish with his mouth open.

She finally regained consciousness. The blush on her face slowly faded down and turned pale again. She gently pushed him away and hung her eyes, "moxiling, I can't be with you anymore..."

"What are you talking about?" The previously soft voice suddenly turned cold into ice. He didn't allow her to step back. As soon as he fished her with his long arm, he hugged her in his arms, breathed on her face, and said in a threatening tone, "I didn't hear clearly. You say it again."

"I......" she put her arm against him, her eyes full of sadness, "I'm sorry for you, I've shamed you, I......"

"It's all over. I don't care."

"But I care," Joey was too ashamed to look at him and finished all his words at one breath. "I married Su Xuandong and slept with him. I am no longer qualified to be your wife. "

"It was Qingyuan who married him, not you," he gently kissed her tears. "I'm not dead. You will always be my wife."

Joey was surprised. "You know?"

"I know." He picked her up. "I'm not good. I've made you suffer so much. I assure you that from now on, we will not be separated. "

"Don't swear," Joey cried. "You can't swear every time."

"Well, I won't say, we don't need to swear," said mexiling, holding her in the window, holding her hip like a baby, burying her head in her arms and taking a deep breath. This is the unique smell in the world, which only belongs to him. It is the rib he lost a long time ago. Now, it has finally returned to his body.

Joey was still very ashamed. He hung his eyes and didn't dare face him. After half a ring, he remembered, "how did Ping An come with you? You know he is..."

"I know," mexiling kissed the tip of her nose. "Thank you for giving me such a good son."

Joey was surprised: "when did you know that? Who told you? "

"I knew when he was one year old, and he told me himself," when the first drop of blood flowed into his dry body and aroused his perception, he knew who was saving him.

Joey was even more strange. "Did you come back to life when he was one year old? Why don't you come to us? "

Because he can't come, but there is perception, his body is still haggard and needs to be irrigated with spiritual blood for a long time to slowly fill his internal organs and muscles and restore his adult shape.

When he finally climbed out of the ground, he wanted to come to her regardless, but he had his own mission. He was the offspring of the king. The world of genetically mutated people was washed with blood. He had the responsibility to calm the war and save the rest of his life.

Thousands of years ago, genetic mutants were unified, but later, they were scattered all over the world, and their genes mutated continuously, forming several different races. They have lived in peace for thousands of years. Unexpectedly, because of Tang Jiehe's ambition, he once again unified genetic mutants. He and Tang Jiehe are both descendants of the king, but those who win the hearts of the people eventually win the world. Tang Jiehe sank into darkness, but he achieved him.

"Things inside are very complicated. I'll tell you slowly later." He put her down and took her hand. "Little Joe, let's go home."

The moment she stepped out of the door, Joey looked back. This was the place where she had lived for three years. It was almost like a cage. She locked herself in here, stayed indoors and tied herself in a cocoon, waiting for death. Unexpectedly, she still had a day to go out of here.

When she went downstairs, she wanted to talk and stopped. Yu Guang secretly glanced at the high platform. There was no one there. She remembered what Jiang Guo asked her, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "what did you do to the high priest?"

Moxiling turned and asked her, "what do you want to do with him?"

At the beginning, Joey always wanted to kill Su Xuandong to avenge mexiling, but later, with the passage of time, Su Xuandong's helplessness and sadness were seen in his eyes. Sometimes he felt very poor. The so-called poor man must have something to hate. She hated him and sympathized with him. Slowly, the hatred faded. In recent years, he gave their mother and son the best life and care, It's just that they are imprisoned and unhappy. Now mexiling is alive, and the high priest has ended miserably. He is a proud man. Perhaps living is more painful than death.

"Or death is a relief for him."

Moxi Ling raised a shallow smile at the corner of her mouth. If she begged for Su Xuandong, he would kill him. If she said so, he would leave Su Xuandong alive.