Chapter 85

The tall man stands at the foot of the bed. The bright sunshine shining into the room from the window gives his very handsome facial features a layer of bright gold. A pair of light gray eyes in the sun present a gold like light gold, which looks brilliant and brilliant.

He looked at Mo Yi with half drooping eyes, and his light eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder.

Mo Yi sat on the bed, always calm and self-sustaining facial expression also slightly cracked, staring at the man who should never appear at the head of his bed. He was tongue tied and didn't know what to say:

"you, you..."

There was no change in his misty face. He stepped closer and his knees almost touched the shallow folds of the soft cloth beside the bed.

He said naturally:

"are you going to take a bath

Mo Yi: ---???

Although he said he would take a bath every time he came out of the copy, in this case How can I hear this sentence? Why is it wrong!

Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed down his ups and downs, and then said:

"you Why do you... "

Always thinking carefully, he can't find the right words to describe the current state.

The mist narrowed his eyes, his cold features softened a little, and he replied:

"do you remember at the end of the first copy?"

Mo Yi's mind flashed some broken and scattered pictures, deep and shallow fog, the dark man's tall body, cold neck socket, and the thick bloody smell between his mouth, lips and teeth.

As expected, he wanted to raise his face.

Mo Yi's conjecture has been verified, but he is not happy at all.

Before the end of the first copy, he inhaled the blood of the fog, and then the fog could appear in the real world, and he also deleted the message from Jiang yuanrou. And in the copy that just ended, he was fed his blood before he was going to shock, and now the fog can turn into a human and appear in front of his bed.

Seeing that Mo Yi had already understood the explanation that he could not export, the fog could not help but lift the corner of his lips, and then continued: "now my power in the real world is still very weak, I can only keep it for a few hours a day, and now I will fall into a deep sleep."

Mo Yi took a deep breath and felt that his already painful head seemed to be more painful.

He looked up at the mist standing at the head of the bed, then reached out and rubbed his sore neck which had been raised for too long. He moved into the bed, motioned for the mist that had been standing all the time to sit down, and asked with hesitation:

"now you are equivalent to Tied to me? "

The mist sat on the edge of his bed, the soft mattress sank with his movements, and the wrinkles on the sheets spread.

He nodded.

Mo Yi couldn't help but raise his hand and knead his sore temple. Then he continued to ask:

"well Is this active or passive? "

The mist looked at him, and his pale gray eyes were half covered with broken golden eyelashes sprinkled by the sun. Although there was no expression on his face, the answer was very crisp:

"passive."

He paused and continued, "from the moment you taste my blood, you will be bound to a part of me."

What happened in the first copy came to him vividly again, when he was seriously injured in his lower leg and several parts of his body, and he would have fainted if he had not been born strong for pain tolerance.

Because the school was not the real building like the other two copies, but the materialization of Zhao Qiulan's resentment, after he completed the branch task of that copy, the school fell apart, and the incoming fog did not kill him. Instead, he was almost indulgent in allowing him to suck his own blood.

Mo Yi recalled his almost abnormal manic state in that vague memory, and slowly frowned -

is it connivance or inducement?

A little cold touched his brow, Mo Yi was frozen by the cold temperature, and suddenly raised his eyes to see.

The mist calmly took back the finger in his eyebrow and said, "don't frown."

Mo Yi took back the faint look of surprise on his face and pressed the questions in his heart back to the bottom of his heart.

These questions, even if they are asked now, will not be answered back.

In addition, judging from the current situation, I estimate that I will get along with the non-human in front of me for a long time. It is not wise to make such a clear choice of words and make the relationship so rigid.

Besides, I have to say that the fog has not done any harm to him so far, and even saved him many times.

Although it is not clear whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, he is not ungrateful. He can forget that the other party has saved his life many times.Mo Yi sighed in his heart, then turned over and got out of bed.

after Shen Lei and Hei Ping'an news came back with his mobile phone, they didn't send any news except for his mobile phone.

Jiang yuanrou and Jiang Yuanbai still have no news.

Mo Yi's fingers holding the mobile phone are tight. There is no emotional change on his pale face. A pair of extremely dark eyes in the early morning sun are not bright and warm.

He put the cell phone back to the head of the bed, and then picked up the piece of white paper that he had always put on the head of his bed.

"Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."

Mo Yi overturned the back and saw the words:

"the next game will start in 15 days. Please get ready."

At the bottom of the page is marked with a line of small words: "congratulations on finding the branch task. Next time you enter the game, you can get the branch task reward. I wish you a happy game."

Apart from longer breaks, nothing else has changed.

Mo Yi put this piece of paper back on the bedside table, his eyes fell on the ground, and he couldn't help being a little stunned.

I saw that on the ground where the teddy bear had been placed, there was a small gray box with no patterns on it, which looked extremely inconspicuous.

Mo Yi has seen this kind of box. The gift bag he bought was packed in his backpack.

He bent down to pick up the box, and his slender fingertips opened the package of the box to reveal its contents.

A small card fell out of the open lid of the box.

Mo Yi picked up the card and read the words on it carefully:

"Dear senior member club members:

the following is the list of shopping items before your last copy. Please check the contents carefully and wish you a happy shopping."

Mo Yi's eyes brightened, and his pale cheek was stained with a little blood. He quickly scanned the list from top to bottom - these are the props he bought before the beginning of the last copy.

He set the list aside and looked at the bottom of the box, where there were several small fully packaged boxes and a small glass ball.

Mo Yi reached out and picked up the glass ball, gently rubbed its smooth and cold surface with his finger belly, and then took it close to his eyes and watched it carefully:

the glass like transparent sphere seems to be filled with unpredictable light spots. With the movement of his fingertips, it flows slowly in the sphere, which looks beautiful under the light.

Then, as if it was melted by his body temperature, the little glass ball softened along the skin of his fingertips, and then penetrated into his skin. It disappeared without trace, which shocked Mo Yi.

Subconsciously, he rubbed his empty fingertips. Before he could tell what was going on, a small message suddenly appeared in his brain.

This glass ball carries a piece of information, similar to the instructions of props in several other small boxes.

The props in the small box are similar to the material just like glass beads, which can be crushed when needed.

However, the use of these props is not unlimited. Its cooling time is very long, and the second prop cannot be used within 24 hours after use, and it will also bring players a debuff state that cannot be eliminated, with random contents and random duration.

Mo Yi still has a little cool fingers down, and his heart is a little heavy.

He knew that the game would not really give players any convenience and welfare. Even this glass bead manual is one of the privileges of B-level members, which means that if he is not a member, he will be blind even if he spends his points to exchange these props.

Not only don't know how to use it, but also don't know the side effects of using it - and in the copy, such carelessness and carelessness are likely to kill the player.

Mo Yi lost his nature, and the list of props in his hand was put back into the box, and then he hastily covered the box and put it on the bedside table.

He stood up and moved his shoulder a little. A familiar ache and fatigue hit him. His cold shirt was still clinging to his skin. Even though it was half dry, it was still not very comfortable.

Mo Yi went to his closet and took out some clothes to change clothes. He was about to walk to the bathroom, but he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the bedside.

The mist was still sitting by the bed, and the morning sun was shining through the window behind him. In the golden morning light, a pair of light gray eyes looked straight at him.

It looks like Seems a little clever?

Mo Yi's heart suddenly filled with a trace of guilt, feeling like a careless host who treats guests badly.

He showed a shallow smile:

"I'll take a bath first, you can be as casual as you like, in the refrigerator --"Moy's stuck.

He remembered that he had nothing in the refrigerator.

And the fog is obviously not human, and I don't know whether we need to eat or not.

Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, and his desire to take a bath was more than everything. So he took his mobile phone, unlocked the lock and handed it to the other party:

"would you like to play snake eating again?"

Fog:.... "

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