am i a devil

Xun Ying: "..."

"Amo, what's wrong with you?"

Xun Ying frowned, not only did not stop because of Wang Mo's rooster crowing, but instead took a few steps and approached him at a faster speed.

"Don't come here!" Wang Mo let out a series of life-threatening crows again and again.

"Come here again, I will hurt you!" Wang Mo said.

"Can you hit me?" Xun Ying launched a knowing blow to Wang Mo, and did not stop walking towards him.

"Can't beat it."

Wang Mo lowered his fluffy little head, and then he reacted again.

"But the problem is, you won't resist!" Wang Mo said.

"Someone wants to hurt me, how could I not resist?" Xun Ying asked curiously.

"Because that injury is...internal, no, what am I talking about..." Wang Mo denied himself, shaking his red face like a rattle.

"Anyway, I drank that tonic, don't come here, what if I play tricks on you?" Wang Moji cried.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Xun Ying ran towards him without saying a word.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Wang Mo yelled while running ahead.

Xun Ying followed closely behind, looking at it from the perspective of an outsider for a while, it was difficult to judge which of the two of them would be more inclined to play hooligans.

In this way, the two of them staged a scene of chasing me in the heavy snow. The cold weather and a lot of exercise made them gradually exhaust their last bit of physical energy.

Especially Wang Mo, at this moment, he felt that he might have exhausted all the energy of the tonic.

Of course, it is also possible that he was scared back by Xun Ying, Wang Mo thought.

Both of them ran like dogs and rabbits panting. After exchanging the "truce agreement", Wang Mo put on the blanket that Xun Ying handed him, and followed him back to the room.

-

"Ha... ah, ah, ah... Qiu!"

As soon as he entered, Wang Mo sneezed exaggeratedly not long after being enveloped by the warm indoor temperature.

And there is no element of show in it at all, it is just a simple cold.

Wang Mo grabbed several pieces of facial tissue and pasted them directly on his face.

Xun Ying: "..."

Xun Ying got Wang Mo a cup of hot chocolate, watched him gulp down half a cup, and then asked him if he wanted to invite a health care doctor to come over.

"No, no, no." Wang Mo peeled off the facial tissue stuck to his face, and said, shaking his fluffy head like an electric drill.

"Amo, how do you feel now?" Xun Ying watched Wang Mo's state, still a little worried.

"It seems to be all right." Wang Mo felt his various indicators now, and felt much calmer in his heart.

But after this turmoil, he can be sure that when he goes to the hospital to see why he still doesn't like Xun Ying, he doesn't need to go to the andrology department.

"Well, then you should go to bed early." Xun Ying nodded and said, and then planned to get up and go back to his bedroom.

"Xun Ying."

Just when Xun Ying was about to leave, Wang Mo called his name.

"I will work hard." Wang Mo said.

"Oh, then do you want to work hard from now on?" After Xun Ying finished speaking, he walked back directly, looking down at Wang Mo with a sense of oppression.

"Tomorrow! Starting from tomorrow!" Wang Mo croaked like all lazy cancer patients, and then rushed upstairs.

-

Wang Mo recently joined the group again.

At the same time, Wang Mo, the leader of the anti-triad team and one of the four giants, also started his daily work.

However, his recent work is very easy. After all, ever since he climbed to Heizi's house along the network cable, there has been a rumor in the professional Heizi circle that Wang Mo is actually a Ziwei star from the entertainment industry. Because of the concerns about the "safety of life and property" of the public, basically professional sunspots stopped taking jobs related to Wang Mo.

No way, on this day, when the headless man was swimming in the ocean of the online world, he discovered a strange event...

On this day, it was not easy for Wang Mo to get a short vacation to get some fresh air from the crew, and returned home.

Because Xun Ying hadn't come back yet, so Wang Mo made some food for himself in the kitchen. After eating, he went back to his room and threw himself into his bed impatiently.

Wang Mo was about to sleep when he felt something was wrong.

His bed... seemed to be shaking.

Wang Mo: "..."

I have lived to such a great age, and finally saw the bed shake for the first time, Wang Mo thought to himself.

No, obviously I was the only one wearing it, and I wasn't shocked either.

So the question is, who is shaking the bed?

Wang Mo had a bad premonition, so he lowered his head and looked around under his bed expressionlessly.

Sure enough, as he expected, a group fight was going on under Wang Mo's bed.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Don't fight~you don't fight~" Wang Mo didn't even bother to show his bitch, and shouted very plainly, only the tone of voice left a little face for his brothers and told them to stop.

The people under the bed really listened to Wang Mo's words, the gang fight was over, and then Wang Mo saw a cylindrical object thrown out from under the bed by the brothers, bouncing happily on the ground.

Wang Mo: "..."

Whose spicy sticks have become fine, Wang Mo thought to himself.

The cylindrical thing jumped for a while, then stood upright, patted the dust on its body quite decently, and then turned the upper half of its suspected head towards Wang Mo, as if watching with him.

"What are you looking at, are you discriminating against my size?" said the cylinder.

Wang Mo: "..."

You just dress up like this and go for a stroll on the street. If someone doesn’t look at you with a hellish look, I will admit that I think your behavior is disrespectful, Wang Mo vomited in his heart.

"Ah, I'm sorry, why don't I stop watching it?" Wang Mo, who has always been very gentle, didn't want to cause trouble, so he looked away awkwardly and politely.

"If you look away in such a sly way, you will cause me secondary harm, okay? What I want is not privileges, nor differential treatment, but a tolerant heart." The cylinder said resolutely.

"Your Majesty! Cut him off! This kid is a jerk!"

Just when Wang Mosheng had nothing to love, the relatives of Hundred Ghosts Seven multiplied by 24 hours crawled out from under the bed one after another, grabbed the smooth surface of the cylinder, and turned it into a windmill.

"Help!" The cylinder stopped arguing now, and shouted concisely.

Wang Mo waved his hand, making the brothers pause in the action of shaking dry, and asked, "Where did this... little brother come from?"

"My lord, this is the gangster caught by our "Wang Mo Anti-Mafia Group" on the Internet!" The headless man stood out from the crowd and introduced to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo looked at this cylinder that had just been swung up to the sky by everyone, and felt that he was a little dehydrated because of the repeated drying movements, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a human being.

"Your anti-mafia group... can still catch sunspots to me through the network cable." Wang Mo was shocked at the time.

Headless Man: "..."

"Your Majesty, this is not a human being, but a bully." The headless man said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Although the bully is not flattering, it's not good to swear." Wang Mo picked up the big brother's money and began to preach to his younger brother.

"No, my lord, you misunderstood him. He is not the kind of bullshit of a living person, but a personification of negative energy caused by various bullshit remarks on the Internet." The headless man explained.

Wang Mo: "..."

I am afraid that my big brother is the end of the game, and he has suffered from being uneducated, so he can't understand, Wang Mo was thinking in his heart, but because of his own (crossed out) king's name, he was embarrassed to say that he Did not understand.

However, although Wang Mo's terminology needs to be improved, his brain is not slow. He suddenly thought of what Xun Ying had mentioned to him before, and it seemed that someone was artificially stimulating all kinds of negative energy.

Then, can the bar essence in front of me be understood as a collection of negative energy? Wang Mo thought to himself, and planned to understand it this way for the time being. After all, their cats have become essence, and negative energy becomes essence. Don't get to the bottom of it.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo nodded.

"Is that what my brother said?" Wang Mo said.

"Brother Tauren is right."

After getting a fat beating, Gang Jing became a little more honest, nodded and said.

"What kind of tauren! I call a headless man!" The headless man jumped up and kicked the buttock of the gangster. The gangster bounced on the spot and fell to the ground like an earthworm. Writhing on the ground while running away.

Wang Mo: "..."

Since I came to this supernatural circle, I have been less and less able to experience the feeling of horror recently. Wang Mo even thought of it with some disappointment. Climbing bar fine, help him up.

"Then how did you catch him?" Wang Mo asked the leader of the Anti-Mafia Squad.

"Isn't the king about to launch a new work recently? We started to fight gangsters on the Internet. In fact, this kind of work is much easier now, because professional gangsters are forced by our prestige...I mean prestige."

The headless man corrected the part where he had slipped up, and then continued:

"They don't dare to take this kind of work anymore, and some of them are normal discussions. We have no reason to bother them, but recently, we found another voice who often talks about your king on social media. To raise an argument in the topic, we thought it was a human professional sunspot at first, but we didn’t expect it to be this guy.”

"That's because the fans gave me an opportunity because they expressed inaccurately." At this moment, the gangster's life was saved, and the gangster's instinct broke out again, and he raised a barbarian .

Wang Mo: "..."

Seven hundred ghosts multiplied by 24 hours: "..."

"Cut him!" the crowd yelled.

"No, I'll come." Wang Mo said with a smile.

Then I stuffed the bar fine into a mountaineering bag, which fits perfectly on my back.

Wang Mo went out the door carrying the bar on his back, went downstairs, and disappeared into the north wind and snow.

Hundred ghosts and seven multiplied by 24 hours were all staring at Wang Mo on the glass window until he was nowhere to be seen, and they were still there very persistently.

"Tell me, what does the king plan to do with this product?" the headless man spoke first.

"Could it be just a fat beating?" another brother guessed.

"I don't think so. Your Majesty is a peace-loving person. Didn't he always teach us not to fight?" The women's clothing tycoon shook his head and analyzed.

The rest of the people felt that it made sense, and thought that it was not for nothing that they took the position of the Big Four, and they really understood the "sacred will" better than themselves.

While everyone was discussing in a hurry, a sharp-eyed brother shouted: "Look, the king is back!"

Everyone looked at the window, and sure enough, they saw Wang Mo walking back with a mountaineering bag on his back.

Wang Mo went back to the bedroom, opened the mountaineering bag, shook the big head down, and the rod spirit inside fell out.

Different from the appearance of the cylinder just now, the bar essence at this moment has been bent into a coil of mosquito coils.

"My lord, you bent him," the headless man thought for a while and said.