Chapter 198:

Chapter 198
Mo Yi stared at Wen Yan for a while, then curled his fingers and knocked his forehead.
"!"
Unexpectedly, Wen Yan was beaten, and his fierce words stuck in his throat before he could speak. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the place where he was knocked and looked blankly at Mo Yi.
"Calm down?"
Wen Yi blinked a little stupidly, seeing him look like this, Mo Yi could not help but a bit helpless, he raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, and then stretched his hands to pull Wen Yan's collar to pull him over, perfunctory Kissed:
"now what?"
Wen Yan's face turned red with the naked eye, and he pretended to calmly and whispered:
"... Again, one more is enough."
Mo Yi laughed uncontrollably. He reached out and gently wiped off the remaining blood on Wenyu's chin, and then licked and licked Wenyu's lip, then sucked his lower lip lightly, his voice soft and low. :
"Is that enough now?"
Wen Yan was upside down by Mo Yi's rare and fascinated spirit, and nodded drowsyly. The suffocating suffocation on his body seemed to be calmed down instantly, and the icy sharpness seemed to be able to cut people's madness. With the stabilization of his emotions, the thick milky mist in the room stopped the silent roar and vortex-like surge, flowing softly in the room, as if the clouds were clearing from rain and rain, and the air slowly became clear and thin. Visibility gradually increased.
Mo Yi held down the Wen Wen, who was also preparing to come up, and pulled the distance between the two, then suddenly straightened:
"Yes ... about this ring ..."
Wen Yan, Wen Yan's light gray eyes flashed a sense of killing, his tight lips and bow lines were sharp, his gaze glanced at Mo Yi's finger reflecting the slightly red light of the ring, but could not help but slightly His expression calmed and his eyebrows tightened slowly:
"wrong……"
Mo Yi raised her hand and showed Wen Yan the ring on her finger: "You also found something wrong, didn't you?"
The expression in Wen Yan's eyes tightened gradually, he turned his head to look at Mo Yi, his teeth clenched, his hoarse voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth: "... I can feel it, it's ... very evil."
"And ... very powerful."
The expression on Wen Yan's face was so dignified, his voice softened, he asked with an almost imperceptible wish: "Can you take it off now?"
Mo Yi sighed and shook his head slowly.
Wen Yan's unbelievable shock had not faded. His face sank as if dripping water. His fingers tightened gradually, and the pale knuckles were abnormally pale, and his voice was tense and trembling: "... I It turned out that I didn't find it ... "
Mo Yi shook her head, raised her hand to wipe off the blood on Wen Yi's lips, and sighed softly:
"Not to blame you, the power of this ring is to deceive the mind and reduce judgment."
The house itself is part of the ring, even its embodiment, and after entering this copy, the player is actually equivalent to falling into the emotional vortex formed by the ring.
Especially in those two times when I was directly affected by the ring, when I entered the illusion created by the ring, the first time Mo Yi was wearing the ring on the bed, but Wen Yan, who was very sensitive to his emotions, did not feel the slightest. The second time Mo Yi was wearing a ring in the side effect of using the props. The movements that should have been so obvious did not make Wen He who was hugging him aware of it, but he had never found such an obvious difference. The two of them Ignorance as if blindfolded.
Even if he wants to come now, Mo Yi can't help but frown.
He paused and continued: "... the deeper the love, the greater the impact, especially when the ring's ability is enlarged during the game, and even the object it wants to affect ... and I doubt it , The reason why it will be selected may be related to this "
"No." Wen Yan shook his head solemnly, his eyes still locked tightly on the ring on Mo Yi's fingers, his voice was low:
"The selection of the host for this kind of object is more complicated than" easy to start. "After all, even if you are affected, you are more alert and harder to erode than other players in the copy. Its starting point is more gloomy and Waili ... "
Wen Yan looked up at Mo Yi's eyes and said softly, "It wants your soul."
The color of his eyes was dark, and the dark gray steel looked like the gloomy sky before the rain: "I can hear it murmur, it keeps saying: I'm so hungry, so fragrant ..."
Mo Yi froze for a moment, his eyes slightly condensed, his lips tightened slowly.
So, there is something in your soul that the ring wants to devour ... what could it be?
He glanced up at Wen Wen, who was standing in front of him, and a thought flashed in his mind:
Will it be related to the experience Wen Wen remembered, but he was unimpressed?
He hadn't waited for him to think deeply, but only saw that Wen Ye suddenly thought of something, and glanced at Mo Yi quickly without any trace, and then asked casually, "Yes, just now, you said that the person with deeper love is affected by The greater the impact, right? "
Mo Yi nodded unknowingly.
Wen Yan coughed lowly, don't look away, and said something in a low voice.
But Mo Yi didn't hear him, so he looked up at him in doubt, and asked, "Well? What did you say?"
Wen Yan's ears were a little red, and his voice was a little louder than before: "So ... Are you affected?"
Mo Yi: "..." This focus has gone to the sea, right? ? ?
Wen Yan's love brain has been getting worse recently. Is it because of the ring? !!
He sighed slowly, shook his head, and turned away, but Wen Yan did not let go of the topic, followed closely behind Mo Yi, and continued to ask the same question without discouragement, Mo Yi Unable to be perturbed by his perseverance, he finally stopped and turned to look at him, saying with a little headache:
"Are you too affected by the ring?"
To his surprise, Wen Ye nodded generously, "Yeah."
"After all ..." His light-eyed eyes gazed affectionately at Mo Yi, his voice softly: "You make me overwhelmed."
Mo Yi froze, turned and walked on, and walked a little faster than before, looking a bit deserted.
Wen Yan quickly caught up, but only heard Mo Yi reluctantly dropped a sentence:
"... just a little bit."
Wen Yi paced it slightly, thinking for half a second before thinking about it-this is the answer to his question just now.
The corners of his lips rose uncontrollably, and then he paced up to follow.
As the two passed by the housekeeper who was still in the room, Mo Yi's gaze stayed on his body for a few seconds, his brows slightly raised-the housekeeper stood silently on the side of the room, pale and stiff His face remained as usual without emotional changes and fluctuations, as if it were a part of the room, but Mo Yi noticed that his face seemed to change slightly from before, as if his face was following The structure of the whole pigment melts and changes.
Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized that the appearance of the housekeeper in front of him was just a form of him, and it could change according to the ring host, just like the material of the house changed from paint to code. .
He touched his wrist subconsciously, the skin on his wrist was soft and smooth, without any trace of undulation, as if the light blue band on it was just a decoration.
Wen Yan's gaze swept across the housekeeper, and he asked Mo Yi, "What are you going to do with it?"
The steward is still useful now, and Mo Yi hasn't fully figured out this copy. Although the information that the steward says can't be completely trusted, it can still play a significant role in making him more elusive.
Mo Yi took a deep look at the butler's expressionless pale face, and exclaimed, "Don't call me Master when outside, everything else is the same."
The steward bowed deeply, his actions were elegant and standard, and he answered respectfully, "Yes."
The traces of the melting of the paint on the wall around him seem to be more obvious. The scarlet paint slowly flows down the vertical wall, mixed with the black and white paint. Everything around the body is slow and obvious. Distortion, as if a surreal dream, slowly lost its previous shape and state, ugly and wet collapsed down.
Together, they thought about going outside the door. The brass-colored door still had the big hole that had just been smashed by Wen Yi, hung on the door frame, those oil paintings were dropped on the ground, the picture frame and canvas were separated, and wet. Impregnated by pigments that have gradually gathered on the ground.
Mo Yi reached out and shook the rickety broken door. The hard, cold metal door under the palm of the hand also became wet and soft, and it felt very uncomfortable to touch.
Outside the door is a corridor made of broken pieces of paint, as if it was swept through by the wind, and looks chaotic. Mo Yizai carefully looked for a long time to identify it. The corridor in front should be in the second place. The way to the ballroom that night.
The paint in the hallway was almost half-melted and stuck to the carpet wet, like a swamp.
Mo Yi walked forward with the paint moorings accumulated in the corridor, his face pale and calm, as if he was not facing a huge crisis of life and death.
If ... the reason why the ring coveted his soul is really related to the memory that he lost.
Things got interesting.
No matter how Wen Wen tried to resist the invasion and punishment of him by the game, he could not reveal that memory to himself. If the ring tried to taint this memory, he would even dig out the most paranoid things from it. If you seduce yourself and devour your soul, the two will inevitably conflict.
According to the current performance, the ring is evil and powerful. Even Wen Wen, one of the bosses of the game, cannot be immune to it, but the ring should still be weaker than the game itself. After all, it is also included in the game. Among the copies, and got the power increase of the game to it.
But ... even though it's weaker than the game, the ring still tries to take risks.
Then this memory must be very critical.
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Ring: launching love brain waves! !! biubiubiu!
Wen Yan: Ah, I was shot, I need Momo to kiss
Mo Yi: (disgusting)
Red envelopes are still randomly delivered today, Moda
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