Chapter 2

The red coffin is big.

Two red pillows are placed side by side.

Yu se lies on the pillow and looks at the man beside him.

Still so good-looking.

She thought she would be afraid of him, but when she looked at his face like this, she wanted to reach out and feel it inexplicably.

Although the tentacle is cold, it has a kind of skin like clotting fat.

Originally thought he was so good-looking is the result of make-up, at this time found that Mo Jingyao is actually a natural beauty.

"Ha ha, you loved me secretly, didn't you? Why else would you take me with you when you die? " The fingertip plays Mo Jingyao's face. She whispers, and the top of her head is the voice of the Mohist people covering the coffin.

The red coffin moved.

With the shaking of the red coffin, the man around him also swayed gently.

She knew that when the red coffin fell into the pit, it would be earth filling and then grave building.

At that time, there will be cement pouring on the coffin, and beautiful marble blocks will be pasted on the cement.

At that time, she will suffocate in this red coffin.

In this flash, Mo Jingyao's bow tie was opened and a necklace was dangled around his neck.

The jade on the necklace happened to hit her hand, and then the shape of the word "Shi" looked familiar.

Yu se was stunned for two seconds. Suddenly, he reflected why he looked familiar.

A hand on the body of the red birthday skirt, exposed a birthmark on the arm.

To be exact, it is a birthmark in the shape of a "Chi".

But when the jade fell in his hand, the metaphor was completely shocked.

It's not too big or too small. It's exactly the same as the birthmark on her body.

In the moment of her stupidity, her body seems to have been electrified, and her whole body crisply flows through the current as light as spring breeze.

With the current pouring into the body are countless words.

Astrogeography.

Medical canon.

Internal power formula.

The art of needling guilt.

……

Countless words poured into the body, and then flow to the brain, but in an instant, the metaphor felt a warm and hot current from the birthmark on the arm, and then flowed back to the whole body.

That hot feeling more and more intense, strong let her just want to find a cold paste.

So, subconsciously on the side of the man.

The combination of heat and cold, quietly, makes people very comfortable, and even forgets the tomb family members who are sealing their tombs in full swing above their heads.

Suddenly, the red coffin "Dong" fell.

It fell in a grave that had been dug long ago.

This heavy blow makes Yu se finally wake up. In the dark coffin, she can clearly see a handsome face of Mo Jingyao.

He had a car accident, and after brain death, the doctor announced that he had stopped breathing.

This is a well-known thing in T city.

And it happened just three hours ago.

He died, and she was married in the Mohist school.

No time to digest this sudden change, metaphor subconsciously in the brain quickly search.

Then a acupoint pressing method to cure this kind of case suddenly appeared. The metaphor was not sure whether it was useful at all, but at worst, she died with Mo Jingyao.

With this in mind, figurative color fierce with the idea of a character and quickly.

First of all, he will be able to live by pressing the Three Acupoints on the top of the head and two on the waist, and finally fall to the bottom of the foot. As long as you click the two acupoints on the bottom of Mo Jingyao's foot, and the eight acupoints come out of the mountain, he will be able to live.

But at the moment, the polished shoes on Mo Jingyao's feet blocked her hand.

Figurative color did not want to directly take off the shoes of men's feet.

Mo family is really stingy. Can't a pair of hand-made leather shoes match a pair of socks?

Without thinking about this, the metaphor quickly points down the last two plantar points.

Close up.

Then she leaned into Mo Jingyao's arms, and she wanted to wake him up with her body temperature and acupoint pressing.

In this way, he lives and she lives.

Gently close your eyes, even the breath is light, metaphor is waiting quietly.

Suddenly, a faint breath came from the top of his head, accompanied by the slight fluctuation of the man's chest in front of him.