Chapter 1

"Kneel down." He was pushed to get out of the car.

"Kowtow." Another low drink, and then her head was pressed, heavy knock on the marble floor.

It hurts.

With the pain there was blood.

However, with her people completely ignored, she even kowtowed more than a dozen sound head.

Blood, down the cheek, flow to the corner of the lip, a piece of fishy salty.

She wanted to shout, but the red brocade in her mouth made her cry nothing.

Her long hair was pulled up, so that she had to look up to the front.

A red coffin, red coffin quietly asleep in a man.

Yu se swears that this is definitely the most beautiful man she has ever seen.

She looked at the man in the red coffin. It turned out that Mo Jingyao was so beautiful.

How many times better than she imagined.

Such a man, if she had been asked to marry before, she would surely fly to the past and wish to marry immediately and enter the marriage room.

Then she sleeps him.

But today, she doesn't want to marry.

She knew what it would be like to marry a dead man.

That is, she has to die.

"Yu se, this is your husband. From today on, you and he are married in secret. When you get there, you should respect and love each other and stay together forever..." Mrs. Mo came forward, her eyes gently said, as if she really became the daughter-in-law of the Mohist family.

Yu se couldn't listen to it anymore. Her eyes were full of panic. She was not dead. Why should she marry in yin.

Hard earned, caught off guard, actually let her break away from her two women.

Then he turned and ran.

At the same time, he pulled off the brocade in his mouth, and ran to the foot of the mountain and cried, "help Help... "

She really doesn't want to die. She's so young. She's only nineteen.

However, no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't be as fast as the trained Mohists who came after her.

Two women dragged one of her arms, using her body to draw a clean line on the bluestone floor, as if the red on her body still remained, making people unable to move their eyes.

But she was staring at the direction of the mountain, and determined that she was more and more far away from freedom and life.

"Let me go, let me go, I beg you." She cried.

"I swear I can marry him as long as I live. I will live in this cemetery and guard him every day, OK?" She was always afraid of the dead, and even more afraid of going into the cemetery.

But at this moment, in order to survive, she would rather stay in this cemetery all her life to guard Mo Jingyao.

She would.

There is nothing better than living.

"Metaphor, this is your life, or you go in yourself, or we throw you in, you choose." She was thrown in front of the red coffin, and she was surrounded in the middle. Mrs. Mo, Luo Wanyi, stepped back and said without doubt.

"Dad Dad, help me. I don't want to die. " Seeing that the Mo family ignored her, she had to walk a few steps away from Yu Jing'an, who had never said a word with her.

That's her father.

It was her father who gave her to the Mohist family to marry in secret.

She really didn't understand why her father was so cruel to her.

Holding Yu Jing'an's trousers, he shook desperately, "Dad, you can help me. You will be filial to you and will listen to your words. I won't make you angry. Dad, will you take me home?"

She looked up, originally a delicate small face, all tears and blood mixture, that kind of confusion.

Can be compared to the scene quietly standing there, like a statue, fall in the eyes of metaphor color is also more and more fuzzy.

He is not her father. She has no such father since then. His bloodshot eyes glare at Yu Jingan. If there is an afterlife, Yu Jingan is just her enemy.

And the people in front of her were all the people she hated.

"It's time to throw her in." Behind him, Luo Wanyi's cold and sharp voice came, and then the metaphor was lifted up and directly thrown into the red coffin.