Rebirth of the hidden marriage queen

Chapter 193 Are We Going To Die This Time?
Mo Han squeezed Chu Yang's hand heavily, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here..."

Then he flipped over to the driver's seat with his hands and feet, grasped the steering wheel with one hand, and turned the head of the car that was about to hit the roadside railing in a thrilling manner. The car continued to drive along the Southwest Expressway where there were few traffic.

Chu Yang's heart sank slowly, and he lowered his head to look at the hand he had just squeezed.

The temperature there was still there, and his voice lingered gently in her heart.

Last time, he also told her that, as if as long as he was around, she would not be in danger?
Mo Han controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and unfastened the driver's seat belt with the other, dragged the driver to the passenger seat, and immediately sat in the driver's seat. He tried to slow down the car, but found that the speed didn't slow down at all, and the brakes even failed.

"Damn it... the car has been modified by someone, so it can't stop, let alone slow down." Mo Han cursed in a low voice, his expression serious.

He tried to open the central lock again, but found that the central lock was broken and could not be opened at all.

Chu Yang's heart twitched, and her strong fear and trembling made her body tremble uncontrollably.

No one is not afraid of death, not afraid?Even though she died once, she was still afraid.

In this assassination, the other party seemed to be in a dead end, because they had the determination to let them die without a place to bury them.

Can they escape from death again?
In Chuyang's mind, he couldn't help but think of the last life-and-death contest with Han Yue and others.

That time, he relied on his extraordinary skill to win, what about this time?They should be unable to escape, just like two little birds trapped in a cage, they can only quietly wait for the arrival of death.

The car was still driving at a terrible speed, Chu Yang felt full of sadness, and suddenly felt that his car was a joke.

What if I was born again?She still hadn't been able to control her own destiny, and she still couldn't escape death.

If she was reborn before entering high school, if she had never met Mo Han, if they had never been married, if he had never betrayed her and ripped out her heart.

So, can she escape this fatal catastrophe?
Perhaps, if she misses Mo Han, her life will be ordinary and simple, but isn't some happiness just like a long stream of water, spent in countless mediocre days?
She never asks for much, she just wants to live a simple life, find someone who loves her and loves her, and spend the rest of her life together.

How could such a simple ideal be so difficult? How could she not escape the shackles of fate, Mo Han, the doomed love?
The past and the present, all the past, are shown in her mind like a movie.

Chu Yang's eyes were sour, even in the face of life and death, she could not shed a single tear.

How sad is life, why fear death?In the end, she was destined to be entangled with the man beside her.

Before dying in the previous life, he was the last person she saw, but now, it is still him.

Chu Yang tilted his head, concentrating on Mo Han's profile, and silently curled the corners of his lips.

"Mo Han, are we going to die this time?" She clenched her fists, trying to suppress the shocking emotions, and asked calmly.

Mo Han exuded a strong hostility all over his body, he gritted his teeth and promised word by word: "We... will not die... you will not die..."

Chu Yang's heart trembled slightly, his palms were tightly clenched into fists, his lips were pursed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In my memory, that senior Mo in a white T-shirt walked towards her silently step by step with a smile on his face.

That's great, if she doesn't die, that's the best, if she dies, this time, she can die with him too.

In the previous life, all the debts he owed her were canceled with his death.

If he didn't die, he still owed her, owed her two lives, this hatred would never end, until death.

(End of this chapter)