Devil President, Don't Bite Me

People with genetic mutations are afraid of sunlight, but they need sunlight when transforming.

At noon, the sun rose at the highest point, and the dazzling and hot light source constantly gathered on the small blood drill in the air. Under the magical blood drill stood Joey. She closed her eyes and looked safe. There were blood transparent lights all around, like water flow, and the soft power entangled her bit by bit.

All the people retreated into the room. Only moxiling stood not far from her and looked a little nervous. He was a man with a strong heart, but care was chaotic. The woman standing in the optical flow was his life and couldn't make any mistakes.

The streamer became more and more red, like a Wang's water, silently and slowly formed a vortex, gradually, faster and faster, as if to roll everything in.

Mexiling's body was straight, like a scabbard sword, standing quietly in the air, watching Joey in the vortex. Her body slowly soared into the air, like a sleeping beauty. The red light flow forms thin filaments, which cover her whole body and drill into her pores. From a distance, it seemed that the red light had attracted her, but in fact she was sucking those red lights.

Seeing this, mexiling suddenly closed his eyes. Joey in the air began to rotate faster and faster. She looked very painful and screamed loudly. Mexiling's hand became a fist and opened his eyes slowly. The transformation had to go through a painful process. He always hesitated and worried about this. He was afraid that Joey would not survive.

Joey called a few times, but suddenly there was no sound. He was surprised and wanted to fly over, but he saw her slowly stop and sit up in mid air. As soon as he opened his eyes, two red lights came out.

He landed slowly and waited with his breath held. Joey floated down. He came forward and caught her. She had pure eyes, red and clear. He bowed his head and kissed her eyes, "is it uncomfortable?"

Joey looked at him a little confused, "have I changed?"

"It's still the last step," he said gently. "There will be some pain. You can bear it again."

Joey blinked. "Don't worry about me, I can."

Mexiling looked at her deeply, suddenly opened his mouth and bit hard at her neck. A stabbing pain hit. Joey couldn't help exclaiming that she hadn't been bitten by mexiling, but this time it was different. The pain was heartbreaking, penetrating, and worse than death.

Her expression twisted and her body curled into a ball. There was blood flowing out of her eyes, nose, ears and lips. It was slender, slightly dark and oily. It was like a twisted little snake crisscross her face. It was cold and strange.

The bones in the body seemed to break off inch by inch and grow inch by inch. All the internal organs moved their positions, and the blood flow seemed to boil. There were some strange air currents flying and pushing her heart, as if to push her heart out of the cavity.

It's really not so uncomfortable to die. Joey bit her lips, broke skin and filled with blood, but was licked away by the warm tongue. He was kissing her, giving her strength with his lingering posture, allowing her to comfort and swallow all her painful cries into his stomach.

She was like a tortured beast, struggling fearlessly, and he tightly wrapped her, gave her strength and shared her pain.

Finally, she slowly calmed down, wheezed and slowly opened her eyes. The red awn of her eyes had converged, black, bright and clear. Her eyes were like water staring at his face, like a stranger.

Mexiling was worried and called her softly, "Little Joe, baby."

Joey opened her mouth and her voice was so dumb, "moxiling, I'm in pain."

"I know, it's all over," he kissed her lips. The scars on her lips have disappeared. I don't know whether he licked it or her self-healing constitution played a role.

"You're like a newborn. You have to learn everything from scratch," he gently stroked the hair on her face to the back of her head. "I'll teach you myself."

"Teach peace."

"I teach you both that he is a big baby and you are a little baby."

"I'm older than him."

"Don't forget, he is three years old, and you, as a genetic mutant, are only zero years old."

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The nth time he fell out of the air, Joey lay on the ground and refused to get up again. He just learned to be angry. Why is it so difficult

Ping An stood aside indifferently, with a slight disdain on her face, "mother, get up."

Joey refused to get up. "Let me have a rest."

"No," Ping An looked very serious with a small face.

Joey lay on the ground and sighed, "Why are you more strict than your father?"

"Father loves you so much that he let his son do the supervision. Mother, get up and stop lying. "

Joey stood up and said, "I'm not like you. You're born. I'm the day after tomorrow. It's not smart to learn this. Let me practice it myself."

"What mother said is to hide in the kitchen and let aunt Siyu cook delicious food for you. Mother, don't forget that you are a genetic mutant. Your body has its own energy storage. It's nothing to eat or drink for a week."

Joey sighed, "peace, don't you feel tired practicing these?"

"People with genetic mutations can stay awake for several days. You go to bed and get up late every day. What can you be tired of?"

Probably no one in the world was hated like this by his son. Joey had no choice but to take a deep breath and indulge her Qi again. Those auras were born and flew freely in the body. She didn't listen to her control at all.

She flew forward, but her body hit the tree trunk uncontrollably, which almost scattered her. "Baji" fell to the ground and rubbed the mud on her face.

Ping'an is more and more dissatisfied. "If mother doesn't concentrate, how can she control Reiki."

She was not inattentive, or she saw Moxi Ling coming over and glancing at it. As a result, she hit the tree.

The son didn't love her, but her husband was like a pearl to her. When he saw her hit a tree and fell down, he came to her, picked her up and asked with concern, "did it hurt?"

She was a little wronged. "It was agreed that you would teach yourself how to appoint peace again."

Mexiling was helpless. "I told a big story. Strict teachers make excellent disciples. I can't be strict with you. How can you learn?"

Joey didn't say a word in his arms. He looked a little sad. He had to say, "that's all for today."

Joey just breathed a sigh of relief, but Ping'an answered, "no, my mother didn't finish her task today. I have to continue to practice."

Mexiling tried to plead, "forget it, your mother is very tired. We'll continue tomorrow."

Ping An, with a cold face and burning eyes, "my father taught my son to finish today. Why can my mother be an exception?"

Because it was his heart and soul. She was tired and bitter. He was distressed. He was harsh to his son and his beloved woman. He had a soft heart to the end and couldn't harden.

Seeing her son's perseverance, Joey was helpless. She used to be tough. Since she returned to moxiling, she gradually became lazy under his excessive doting. Sure enough, it's a loving mother and many defeated children, but in their family, this word needs to be redefined. He was a little angry and purred, "I've never seen a son who forced his mother so much."

Standing in the heart of the ground, Moxi Ling guided her. She secretly took advantage of her luck and flew out. She still fell in mid air. Moxi Ling instinctively wanted to reach out to pick it up and was stopped by peace: "if my father can't bear to look at it, I'd better avoid it for the time being."

Mexiling glanced at Joey, who struggled to get up, and she looked at him. As the queen of genetic mutants, she couldn't even control the most basic anger. It was a joke. Besides, these are skills that are useful to her. He can protect her all his life, but it's not as good as he has after all. As soon as he was cruel, he turned and left.

Joey wanted to cry without tears. In Ping An's cold eyes, he had to take a deep breath again

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Epilogue

Ten year old Mo Qiaoxu has grown into a young man. He is tall, with a white face, two thick eyebrows, deep eyes, a tall nose and thin red lips. Although he is not as good as Mo Xiling, he is also a picturesque man. He is a rare beautiful man.

Joey had some regrets. Looking at his son on the high platform, he whispered, "they all say that green is better than blue. He should look better than you."

Mexiling smiled. "The appearance of a genetically mutated person is not invariable. The higher the cultivation, the appearance will be adjusted. When I was ten years old, I was not as good as him."

Joey was surprised and said, "really, I'll try my eyes."

Moxi Ling glanced sideways at her, "women like to see things on the surface."

Joy smiled proudly, "I'm proud to have a beautiful son."

"More than one, there will be many." Moxi Ling touched her lower abdomen“ I've unloaded the burden. In the future, we have plenty of time for graduate students to have children. Today, I think of two postures... "

On such a solemn occasion, he said such ambiguous words. Joey blushed and hurriedly interrupted him, "you let him take over the position of King safely. He's only ten years old, okay?"

"Green is better than blue, and he did it." Mexiling looked at his son on the high platform happily, "he is stronger than Hou when I was young."

"You just let him pick up the beam alone?"

"Someone helped him." Mexiling turned his head and looked at the distance. Joey looked along his eyes. Under the blue sky, two people came from the distance. They were tall, extraordinary bearing, the same face, but different expressions.

"It's Yu and Nuo. They're back!" Joey cried in surprise.

"Yes, they are back. They will help peace and create a prosperous era for people with genetic mutations."

Cheers came from all over the world. Representatives of genetic mutants from all over the world worshipped one after another. They witnessed this great moment. After a thousand years, the once fragmented genetic mutants were reunited. They had their own king, a handsome king with mysterious power!