Chapter 190:

Chapter 190
Mo Yi's eyes were stained with a dazzling blood red. The warm touch made his senses thaw slightly, and the thick and salty blood dripped on the frozen white skin, flowing along the contour of the face to the lips. On the side, the frozen tingling mouth tasted a strong rusty smell.
He was shocked and furious, not knowing where the strength came from spreading in his frozen body.
Mo Yi struggled to sit up, stretched out his long and thin fingers that had been frozen into a bruise-like light purple, and tugged Wen Wan's wrists down, screaming: "What are you doing ?!"
Wen Yan stared at him calmly, with extreme paranoia surging deep in the light gray eyes, and looked a little sloppy with a soft and affectionate expression. He spoke slowly, as if he was trying to coax an ignorant child:
"Don't make trouble, you can warm up like this."
No physical temperature can alleviate the negative effects given to the player by the game. What about non-physics?
Wen Yan's light-colored eyes have a deep dark underneath, as if the hazy mist is intertwined with the dark night, with a subtle smile on his lips, and then tearing his wrist with a horrible brutal force The wound made the rich red blood flow out like spring water, and fell on the lips and lips of Mo Yi's face with a ticking expression, with an unusually gentle expression.
So, the blood that contains its own power?
Will it work?
Mo Yi's eyes were filled with irresistible anger, as if the dark lake exposed after the ice had shattered, almost hard to see, he said with gritted teeth:
"Do you have a problem? This, this is just my use of props, side effects of the props, and end three hours."
He spoke slowly, trembling slightly because of the cold, word by word, firm and abnormal:
"Stop me, do you hear me?"
Wen Yan's calm expression was mixed with surprise and surprise. He stared at Mo Yi with suddenly lit eyes and said softly, "... you look much better, so is it useful?"
Strictly speaking, it is useful.
Mo Yi ’s previous state was completely incapable of feeling the outside temperature. The only thing that occupied his mind and nerves was the horror of coldness that was constantly flowing from the deep bones, almost freezing his body and soul together, but the smell The blood seemed to be a combination of a burning flame and warm milk, and it melted the ice covering Mori consciousness and the body silently and quickly, as if the hot water was rolling into his stomach along the throat, Running down the blood vessels and nerves scattered the whole body, the cold that almost made him tremble.
However, rationality is as clear as Mo Yi, although he does n’t fully know what Wen ’s blood means to him, but he can always guess a little according to the previous situation, such as its almost immediate healing effect on himself, and Wen Yan was in a state of weakness every time he bleeds blood-although he thought he was covering up well, he couldn't hide Mo Yi's eyes.
Mo Yi once didn't mind, and even acquiesced, it was because he didn't care about anyone except himself.
And now ...
Mo Yi gritted his teeth and stared at Wen Yan. The blue and white fingers clasped on the opponent's wrist were stained with blood and dazzled with red blood. The blood was flowing along his own fingers, which seemed to be trying to stop the spring Just as futile, his voice was cold and firm, like the ice on a snowy mountain:
"How could it be useful, are you stupid?"
He stared at Wen Yan, if his cold eyes had any substance, his voice was light but heavy:
"Stop--I don't want to say a third time."
The shimmering light in Wen Yan's eyes was like a flame swaying in the wind. After shaking, it slowly extinguished. He stared at Mo Yi with a dim look, as if the injured beast quietly licked the wound. His pain and helplessness were wrapped in a hard and expressionless shell, otherwise Mo Yi felt his slightest weakness.
The wound on his wrist healed at a rate that was visible to the naked eye, and the red blood was still deeply imprinted on his pale wrist, and the blood drops that were to fall were hung on the fingertips, trembling and converging into drops, and then quickly Falling, the snow-white sheet greedily sucked and devoured blood, smudged into a sharp scar on the surface of the cloth.
Wen Yi slowly stretched out his arms and embraced Mo Yi, his arms tightened gently with an irresistible tremor, and his pale chin was carefully stuck on Mo Yi's shoulder socket, as if embracing something at a touch Yeti-like, his voice was so soft that even Mo Yi, who was close at hand, could not hear it, and each syllable hurt his bones:
"……Sorry."
Mo Yi lowered his eyes quietly, his expressionless face was like ice, he sighed silently, and then slowly raised his frozen and shaking hand that was swept up again, and pressed it on Wenyu Slightly arched back. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat—the cold swept through like a storm, taking away the only remaining temperature from his body almost instantly.
He felt that his consciousness and brain were sealed again by the cold, becoming numb and chaotic.
Mo Yi blinked vigorously, trying to wake himself up, but the effect was really minimal, his voice was as low as a sigh that was quickly swallowed by the wind, and slowly and painfully said in Wen Yan's ear: "If ... ... you, if you really want to make me feel better, in fact, Jane, simple hug, just fine ... "
Wen Yi bit his teeth tightly, slowly laid Mo Yi on the bed, and wrapped him with three layers of blood in a bedding that was stained with blood, and then wrapped him tightly. Taken into his arms, the kind of leak-proof protection posture seems to be trying to deeply embed Mo Yi into his own bone marrow, into his own flesh and blood, without breaking apart and eating into the abdomen-but the strength of his arm is light It seems that he is hugging some fragile objects, and even the slightest collision can instantly break the existence in his arms.
He stared expressionlessly not far away, gloomy and silent, wondering what he was thinking.
The light grey eyes seemed to be burning the wild fire that eternally leaped silently.
for sure……
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Mo Yi turned upside down between half asleep and half awake. His eyes were frozen out of the strange and strange situation. His teeth were trembling slightly, but the deep consciousness was still awake and counting down the time, counting the passage of a minute and a second. , But these three hours have become extraordinarily long, as if the three hundred years have not ended.
He moved his fingers under the quilt hardly, took out the heavy ring, and thought dumbly in his heart:
Anyway, there is nothing to do now ... it would be a waste of time, but ...
So vaguely thinking, Mo Yi slowly put the ring on his ring finger with a trembling finger. Since the consciousness was not so clear, he didn't align it several times. Finally, he found After being in position, the ruby ​​ring was slowly pushed down the joints of the fingers, and it just buckled at the base of his finger.
He blinked slowly, feeling that his consciousness seemed to be called by the cold, sinking silently under the cold ice lake ... Then, the heart suddenly tightened without warning, as if the consciousness was pulled back to reality instantly In the world, his blood pressure and heartbeat increased instantly, and his weightlessness instantly woke up his brain.
Although I can still feel the cold, it is not as harsh as before, as if intruded through a thin layer of glass, and this temperature is already a pediatric for Mo Yi, who is accustomed to the severe cold.
Mo Yi blinked dullly and was cleared by the cold and hazy sight. He later realized that he was standing.
He was standing alone in the side hall.
The icy room was filled with the dusty smell of itchy throat, and the more familiar taste was mixed. The strong sweet scent seemed to be surrounded by Mo Yi's senses like a sudden rising smoke, making him I felt almost reflective nausea and tightness, and the sweet scent in this copy was like the long and dark shadow of death, and the shadow followed behind every death and every corpse, almost ominous Synonymous.
The sweet and horrible smell permeated the empty room, almost agitating people's nerves like a living thing, and raging and sinister enveloping everyone in them.
Mo Yi frowned, coughed low, then lowered her head to look at the ring on her finger—
The golden ring and the blood-stained ruby ​​of the pigeon still had solid blood on it, and looked very strange under the dim light. Mo Yi could not tell whether he had been stained when he was in bed before, or in this "memory" Inherent look.
The reason why Mo Yi thinks this is "memory" is because the side hall now in front of his eyes is definitely not a sight on the current timeline. Although the side hall is dim, it is already lit. The faint lights illuminate the dark hall, and the room is empty, completely free of the strange appearance of Bai Yingzhang that Mo Yi had seen before. Only a few solitary furniture are in the center of the room, and the top is covered. With a thick layer of white cloth, on the side of the room was a familiar portrait.
The colors above are carefully drawn and lifelike, not exactly the stiff and ugly look that Mo Yi saw after the end of the second week, but even so, he can still find that the entire portrait has not been completely After painting, the second half 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 out, and there are faint signs of cracking.
On the ground, there was a half-wilted rose.
Mo Yi frowned in doubt, stepped back a few steps, then turned to the only white cloth-covered furniture in the hall, grabbed the edge of the white cloth with his fingers, and slowly covered the cloth on it. Tear it down-
The dark, shiny wood showed in front of him.
Mo Yi jumped slightly.
The "furniture" under the white cloth is a coffin.
Before he could do anything, he just heard the light footsteps coming from the closed door—
The sound of the door being opened opened.
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