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Chapter 190 Chapter One Hundred Ninety
Chapter One Hundred and Ninety
Mo Yi's eyelids were stained with a dazzling blood red. The warm touch made his senses a little thawed. The thick, salty blood dripped on the frozen pale skin, flowing along the contours of the face to the lips. At the same time, the frozen numb mouth tasted a strong smell of rust.
He was frightened and angry, and he didn't know where his strength was spreading across his frozen body.
Mo Yi struggled to sit up, stretched out his thin, slender fingers that were frozen into a bruise-like light purple, and pulled Wen Chen's bloody wrist, and said sharply: "What are you doing?!"
Wen Chen stared at him calmly, with extreme paranoia surging deep in his light gray eyes. Under his soft and affectionate expression, he seemed a little crippled. He spoke gently, as if he was coaxing an insensible child:
"Don't make trouble, you can warm up like this."
No physical temperature can alleviate the negative effects imposed by the game on the player, so what about non-physical?
Wen Chen’s light-colored eyes have deep dark colors flowing, as if hazy mist and dark night are intertwined, with an imperceptible smile on his lips, and then he tears his wrist with a terrifying force. From the wound, the rich and bright red blood poured out like spring water, and it ticked down on Mo Yi's pale face and lips, with an unusually gentle expression.
——So, what about the blood that contains your own original strength?
It will definitely work, right?
Uncontrollable anger surged in Mo Yi's eyes, as if the pitch-black lake exposed after the ice was broken, it was almost unsightly. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Are you sick? This, it's just my use of Dao, the side effect of the props, and it's over after three hours."
He spoke slowly, trembling slightly because of the cold, and he was very firm every word:
"You stop for me, do you hear?"
Wen Chen's calm expression was mixed with surprises and surprises. He stared at Mo Yi with suddenly lit eyes, and said softly: "...You look better, so it's useful, right?"
Strictly speaking, it is useful.
Mo Yi's previous state was completely unable to feel the temperature of the outside world. The only thing that occupied his mind and nerves was the horrible coldness pouring from the depths of his bones, almost freezing his body and soul together, but Wen Chen's The blood seemed to be a combination of burning flame and warm milk, silently and quickly melting the ice covering Mo Yi's consciousness and body, like hot and proper warm water rolled into his stomach along his throat. Follow the blood vessels and nerves to disperse the cold that almost made him tremble.
However, his reason is as clear as Mo Yi. Although he does not fully know what Wen Chen's blood means to him, he can always guess something based on the previous situation, such as its almost immediate healing effect on himself, and The weakness that Wen Chen would enter every time after the bloodletting-although he thought he was covering it well, he couldn't hide it from Mo Yi's eyes.
Mo Yi once didn't mind, even acquiesced, because he didn't care about anyone but himself.
And now...
Mo Yi gritted his teeth and stared at Wen Chen, the blue and white fingers clasped on the opponent's wrist were stained dazzling red with blood, and the blood gushed unstoppably along his fingers, as if trying to prevent the spring from gushing out. It was just as futile, his voice was as hard as the ice on a snow-capped mountain:
"How could it be useful, are you stupid?"
He stared at Wen Chen, his icy gaze seemed real, and his voice was light but heavy:
"Stop—I don’t want to say the third time."
The dim light in Wen Chen's eyes was like a flame swaying in the violent wind. After swaying, it was slowly extinguished. He looked at Mo Yi dimly, as if a wounded beast quietly licked his wounds. His pain and helplessness were wrapped in a hard and expressionless shell, otherwise Mo Yi would feel the slightest fragility of himself.
The wound on his wrist healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bright red blood was still deeply imprinted on his pale wrist. The drop of blood that was about to fall was hung on the fingertips, tremblingly gathered into drops, and then quickly When it fell, the snow-white sheet greedily sucked and swallowed the blood, smudging into a bright scar on the surface of the cloth.
Wen Chen slowly stretched out his arms to embrace Mo Yi, his arms were gently tightened with an uncontrollable tremor, and his pale chin was carefully stuck on Mo Yi's shoulders, as if embracing something that would melt with the touch Like a snowman, his voice was so soft that even Mo Yi, who was close at hand, couldn't really hear him, and every syllable was painful:
"……Sorry."
Mo Yi quietly lowered his eyelashes, his expressionless face looked like firm ice, he sighed silently, and then slowly raised his trembling hand, which was swept by the cold, and pressed it against Wen Chen. On his slightly arched back. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat-the cold swept like a storm, and almost instantly took away the only temperature in his body.
He felt that his consciousness and brain were sealed again by the cold, becoming numb and chaotic.
Mo Yi blinked vigorously, trying to wake him up, but the effect was minimal. His voice was as low as a sigh that was quickly swallowed by the wind, and he said slowly and hardly in Wen Chen's ear: "If... …You, if you really want me to feel better, in fact, Jane, just a simple hug, that’s it..."
Wen Chen gritted his teeth, slowly put Mo Yi on the bed, wrapped him in three and three layers in a bedding stained with blood, and then wrapped the tightly bound Mo Yi. Embracing himself in his arms, the protective posture of dripping water seems to be trying to embed Mo Yi deeply into his bone marrow, into his own flesh and blood, as if he could eat into his belly without leaving a trace-but the strength of his arm was light. Seems to be embracing something fragile, and even the slightest collision can instantly fragment the existence in his arms.
He stared at a short distance without expression, his expression gloomy and silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
The light gray eyes seemed to be burning silently with eternal prancing wildfire, and would not stop without devouring everything.
for sure……
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Mo Yi turned upside down between half-dream and half-awake, and his eyes were frozen by the cold to create a strange and strange scene. His teeth trembled slightly, but his deep consciousness was still awake, counting down the time, counting the passage of one minute and one second. , But these three hours have become extraordinarily long, as if three hundred years have not ended.
He moved his fingers under the quilt with difficulty, took out the heavy ring, and thought dizzyly in his heart:
Anyway, there is nothing to do right now... It would be better to waste time on it...
Just thinking about it vaguely, Mo Yi slowly put the ring on his ring finger with trembling fingers. As his consciousness was not sober, he did not aim it several times. Finally, he found After getting the position, he slowly pushed the ruby ring down along the knuckles of the fingers, and buckled it just right at the base of his fingers.
He blinked slowly, feeling his consciousness as if inspired by the cold, and silently sank under the cold ice lake... Then, the heart suddenly contracted without warning, as if his consciousness was pulled back to reality in an instant In general, his blood pressure and heartbeat rose instantly, and the feeling of weightlessness made his brain instantly awake.
Although can still feel the cold, it is not as harsh as before, as if invading through a thin layer of glass, and this temperature is already a pediatrics for Mo Yi, who is already used to the severe cold.
Mo Yi blinked a bit dullly, and his gaze became clear with the cold and hazy sight. He realized later that he was standing.
He was standing alone in the side hall.
The room is as cold as a stone cellar, filled with the smell of dust that makes people’s throats itchy, and the more familiar tastes are mixed in. The strong sweet scent seems to be surrounded by suddenly rising smoke like the senses of Mo Yi’s body, making him Almost feeling reflexive nausea and tightness, that sweet scent in this copy is like a long and dark shadow of death, following every death and every corpse like a shadow, almost ominous Synonymous with.
The sweet and terrifying smell permeated the empty room, stirring people's nerves almost like a living thing, surging and threatening everyone in it.
Mo Yi frowned, coughed lowly, then lowered his head to look at the ring on his finger——
The golden ring and the pigeon-colored ruby also carry solidified blood stains, which look strange in the dim light. Mo Yi can't tell whether it was stained when he was in bed before, or it was in this "memory". Inherent look.
And the reason why Mo Yi thinks this is "memory" is because the side hall that is now presented in front of him is definitely not the scene on this timeline-although the side hall is dim, there are already a few lights on. The faint light illuminates the dark hall a little bit. The room is empty. It does not have the strange appearance of white shadows that Mo Yi saw before when he came. There are only a few lone pieces of furniture in the center of the room. With a thick layer of white cloth, on one wall of the room is the familiar portrait.
The colors above were carefully traced, lifelike, not at all the stiff and ugly look Mo Yi had seen before after the end of the second week, but even so, he could still find that the entire portrait was not completely covered. After painting, the lower part of the portrait is still uncolored, but, strangely, the paint on the head and shoulders of the woman in the portrait has begun to dry up, and there are faint signs of cracking.
On the ground, a half withered rose was quietly placed.
Mo Yi frowned suspiciously, stepped back a few steps, then turned to the only furniture covered by white cloth in the hall, grabbed the edge of the white cloth with his fingers, and slowly moved the cloth covered on it. Pulled it off-
The lacquered and shiny wood was displayed in front of him.
Mo Yixin's head twitched slightly.
The "furniture" under the white cloth is a coffin.
Before he waited for what to do next, he just listened to the soft footsteps coming from outside the closed door——
The sound of the door being opened immediately rang.