Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

In that case, Su Jinse would eat all the chocolates with peace of mind.

The sweetness in the chocolate comforted Su Jinse, who was hungry and cold at the moment. She felt that she was all right after eating.

Qiao Yi looked at her face coldly: "are you not afraid of poison?"

"Didn't you say that my death would cost you a lot of money?"

He closed his eyes and stopped talking to Su Jinse.

It seems that she will spend the night here. With chocolate and Qiao Yi's coat, she should be able to spend the night safely.

But look at Qiao Yi, he seems not so comfortable, his face is not very good-looking, Su Jinse touched the back of his hand with the back of his hand, cold startling.

At the beginning of winter today, the weather forecast is only three degrees, and the temperature in the tomb is at least seven or eight degrees lower than that outside.

Su Jinse guessed that the overbearing president would not wear autumn trousers. She quietly opened Qiao Yi's trouser legs and found that she had only a thin pair of trousers.

The temperature of minus five or six degrees, wrapped in two coats of Su Jinse feel just right.

She moved to Qiao Yi's side, he immediately opened his eyes alertly and glared at her in disgust: "what are you doing?"

"Are you cold?"

"You want to undress for me?"

"I'm not that noble, but we can wear your coat together."

Qiao Yi coldly refused her: "no need."

When he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a dark shadow on his lower eyelids, which made his face very white.

Staring at this face carefully, Su Jinse suddenly felt that the person in front of her was strange and unfamiliar.

The Qiao Yi she met was cold-blooded, cruel and merciless. It was her nightmare in this world.

But just now this nightmare gave her chocolate and clothes.

Why do you do this?

She watched him distracted until Qiao Yi's cold voice rang out: "peeping at men's sleep is your hobby?"

"I'm just making sure you're dead."

"If you don't die, I won't die." He closed his eyes again.

"Cut." Su Jinse whispers monosyllabic onomatopoeia.

The night is so quiet, especially in the tomb.

Su Jinse slowly fell asleep again.

She had a dream. She had a dream of Joe's bloody face. He was lying on the cold floor with his eyes wide open. The pale scar faced man passed her with a sharp Mongolian knife in his hand.

At the moment of passing by, he suddenly reached out and pinched Su Jinse's wrist.

His fingers were cold. It seemed that all the ice in his blood was not blood. It seeped out from his skin and passed to Su Jinse's body.

She stood in the same place as if she had been frozen, letting the chill from outside penetrate into every cell of her.

The Scarface man approached her and almost whispered, "thank you, little girl."

She shivered and couldn't stop.

A gust of wind blowing, scar face seems to be blown away by the wind, immediately disappeared.

Su Jinse looks at the front, suddenly a coffin appears in front of her. From the coffin, an ancient corpse in ancient soldiers' armor comes to her step by step with the smell of decay.

She looked up in amazement at the monster in front of her. His face was constantly changing.

Su Jinse finds that he has become Qiao Sheng. Who is the man lying on the ground with blood on his face?

She looked down, and the man on the ground turned into a white bone. Suddenly, she stretched out a white bone hand and held her ankle.

"Go to hell with me..."

"Ah..." Su Jinse screamed

White bone's hand is more forceful, sharp bones have been inserted into her skin, bones.

He wants to devour her and turn her into the same white bone as her.

"Su Jinse..."

Someone is calling her, the voice is familiar.

"No, no, I don't want to go to hell with you..." Su Jinse cried and struggled.

"Su Jinse, Su Jinse..."

The body is shaken violently, someone holds her cheek to pat gently, how does his palm warm?

What's the matter? Is his breath warm?

Isn't it a ghost?

Isn't it the ancient corpse of the ancient generals crawling out of the coffin?

Isn't it half human and half ghost's scar face?

Isn't it Qiao Sheng who turned into a white bone and pulled her to hell?

She opened her eyes tremblingly, and a familiar face swayed in front of her.

His eyes are like cold stars, the most dazzling and the coldest star in the night sky.

She was sweating, even dripping on the back of his hand.

Her sweat was blazing, as if lava were gushing out of a volcano, and sparks were splashing on his hands.

Her eyes were wide open, as if all the contents and all the anger were taken away, leaving only endless fear and despair.

I've known her for so long, and I've never seen her look so frightened.

"Su Jinse..." he shook her again. Her long hair covered her face.

Qiao Yi put her long scattered hair behind her head, and the warmth of his palm pressed on her cheek. Su Jinse seemed to be back to her soul.

"Qiao Yi..."

She finally recognized him. Qiao Yi let her go: "Su Jinse, who is not afraid of everything, has nightmares..."

"I dreamed about your brother." She collapsed and murmured.

"... not to mention my brother...."

"I saw him, lying there with blood on his face." She lay there as if she had been pulled out of her body.

All along, Qiao Sheng is the fuse of Qiao Yi's burst. As long as he mentions Qiao Sheng, he wants to tear Su Jinse to pieces.

Su Jinse is very aware of current affairs and never takes the initiative to mention it, but today she wants to mention it.

"I want you not to mention him, Su Jinse, I warn you..." Qiao Yi's voice is not fierce, like a wounded leopard curling up in the grass to lick the wound.

"That day, I was walking on the road, holding my father's urn in my arms. A man with a scar face came up to me and asked me..." she turned a deaf ear and continued to tell herself, "he asked me, do you know Johnson?"

"I said I knew him," he said. "Can you take me?"

"I said yes." I took him into Josephson's office, because I was at the front desk and the security guard easily let him in. I took him to the door of Josephson's office and told him that this is Josephson's office, and he is in it. "

"Su Jinse!" Qiao Yi grabs her by the collar and pulls her off the ground. She is like an insect entangled in spider silk, desperate and not struggling.

"I said it, no more!"

Qiao Yi can't understand all these processes. He looks at Qiao's monitoring and sees Su Jinse taking the man into Qiao's room. He can see all the processes clearly.

"I see it." Su Jinse stares at Qiao Yi with wide eyes. The boundless black waves surge in her eyes: "I see the sharp knife in his arms. I guess..."

"Su Jinse, shut up!" Qiao Yi's roar reverberates and collides in the narrow and low tomb space.

Maybe, it will disturb the soul lying in it for hundreds of years.

Maybe, it will irritate a lot of restless souls underground

Su Jinse saw himself from Qiao Yi's eyes, pale and evil like a ghost.

"Qiao Yi, when he walked in and closed the door, I guessed what he was going to do. When I opened the door, everything was late..." her voice was hoarse, as if she had been buried in the underworld for thousands of years.

"Su Jinse!" Qiao Yi's fingers accurately grasped her throat: "I told you not to talk!"