Chapter 86

Mo Yi turned on the faucet, and the cold water splashed down on the smooth porcelain white wash basin. In the crystal water, there was a broken reflection of the overhead light. He put his hand into the water, and the cold water column slid down from his fingers along his knuckles, with a slight impact.

Slowly the water became warm and then hot again.

The snow-white water mist slowly rises from the pool, the pale back of hand and fingertip are slightly red by hot water.

Mo Yi took the water to wash his face. The slightly hot water awakened every inch of his skin on his face, and slowly spread to the deep skin along the contact between his fingertips and his face.

Even if it is separated from the copy, the cold from the bone gap caused by blood loss still does not disappear. It seems that the body's inner side is filled with cold wind, and the fatigue and cold extending from the soul are general.

A near death experience.

He's strong enough to be able to show no difference in front of others, even though his cold fingertips are shaking.

Mo Yi took the towel hanging by the sink and wiped his face hastily. He felt that his peripheral nerves were slightly warm and awake because of the hot water. He took out a long breath and took off his coat.

The warm water vapor condenses on his skin into tiny drops that shine in the light.

Mo Yi's eyes were stunned and stopped somewhere in the mirror - the ribbon as a novice gift bag was still wrapped on his wrist.

He lowered his head and untied the ribbon from his wrist.

Water like cloth with his warm body temperature, sliding from his fingers, easy to untie.

When Mo Yi is about to put it on the washstand, he can't help but get a meal.

The silver white cloth rippled with his movements, which seemed to be the sudden blood on the gentle snow and a red fish rolling in the snow-white waves.

He was stunned: the bloodstain in the copy should not be left on the player's clothes.

Mo Yi unfolded the long ribbon, and saw several bright red threads running through the glittering silver white surface. From one end to the other, the whole ribbon ran through, which looked very beautiful.

He counted them. There were three red threads.

- and he's entered the copy three times.

Mo Yi pursed his pale lips. His bloodless face was steaming out a trace of unhealthy blush. His dark black eyes were bright and moist by steam.

Interesting.

He hooked his lips, put the ribbon on the washstand, then stepped into the bathroom and opened the shower.

The torrent of warm water fell from the top of his head, giving his cold skin a little warmth and dispelling the sticky feeling of sweat on his body.

Mo Yi opens the door of the bathroom. The warm steam with a faint fragrance of shampoo escapes along the open door. His wet black hair sticks to his cheek and drips strings of water downward.

He looked up to his bed.

I saw the fog still sitting there, aggressive facial features no expression, eyelids slightly drooping, slender pale fingers in the light of the screen painting.

The naive snake sound effect is quite abrupt in the empty room.

Mo Yi can't laugh or cry for a moment, but he really didn't expect that the other party would really play snake and wait for his bath to end.

As if aware of the movement of the bathroom door, the fog looked up at him, and his fingers stopped moving. The sound of snake biting his tail sounded game over.

Mo Yi suddenly got interested. He covered his head with a towel and wiped his dripping hair at will. Then he went to the side of the fog and pulled out his mobile phone from the other party's hand.

He lifted his chin. "A little over there."

Fog a Zheng, subconsciously moved to the bedside.

Mo Yi sat down next to the fog. His warm fingers held the cold metal shell of the mobile phone. His slender fingers pointed on the screen and opened a game of greedy snakes again.

The pale fingertip slightly moist, because just washed the reason pan shallow pink, on the mobile phone screen nimbly jumps, the quick response speed is amazing.

Haze light gray eyes, slightly dark color, focused on him.

Mo Yi's head was drooping, his black hair wet with moisture was sticking to his white side face, his lips were tight, his dark black eyes were staring at a small screen in his hand, and there was light and shadow in the depth of his pupils.

He had a warm and humid smell just after a bath, mixed with the light fragrance of shampoo. It smelled like the grass in the forest after rain, which was steamed by the warm steam to make people intoxicated.

Mist eyes in the micro flash, no trace to close a little.

The light heat comes from the two people's unintentionally close limbs. Mo Yi's regular breathing can be heard and the fine golden fluff on his side face can be seen in the morning light.

A slight smile flashed through his misty eyes. He lowered his head and focused on the flashing screen in Mo Yi's hands.The quiet room is filled with monotonous game sound, which sounds rather funny.

Two normal adults huddle together in a bed, staring at the black and white snake interface on the screen, one watching and one playing. It's very childish.

Mo Yi's fingers finally click on the screen. The black-and-white pixel screen on the screen finally fills the whole game frame with a long body of greedy snakes. Then the game interface flashes, and happy notes jump out:

you win!

Mo Yi lifted up the corner of his lips, showed a smile, and raised his hand to show the fog the screen in his hand.

The dark eyes were lit up by simple happiness, and looked almost childish.

He threw his mobile phone, which was covered with heat, to the fog again. Then he stood up, moved his stiff shoulder and said:

"this kind of pixel wind game is still more comfortable in the old style flip phone, but now the mobile phone and the game have disappeared."

Mo Yi pauses, and then explains:

"the snake in my mobile phone is programmed and imported by myself. Although it's hard to play on the touch screen interface, it's easy to get used to it."

Mo Yi bent down and picked up the wet towel that he had left on the bed at will. A small piece of dark water was stained by the wet towel on the wrinkled soft bed. He frowned slightly.

He seemed to think of something and looked up at the fog: "do you want it? Cell phone? "

Mo Yi thought for a moment and added, "don't worry about money."

As one of the world's top ex hackers, money is just a bunch of meaningless numbers in his bank card. He doesn't even need to make a move. The money he made before retirement is enough for him to spend his life.

It's just that he doesn't have much material desire, so he hasn't used it much in recent years.

Before waiting for the fog to answer, Mo Yi shook his head and said:

"there are too many restrictions on selling in the market, and they are not safe. I'd better make one for you."

A suppressed smile flashed through his misty eyes. He stood up and took the wet towel from Mo Yi's hand. His slender fingers moved slightly, and the water vapor suddenly came out of it. The surface of the towel became dry and soft again.

He put the dry towel on Mo Yi's half wet head and wiped his hair naturally:

"is it the same as yours?"

Mo Yi was suddenly thrown on the head of the towel made a muddle, subconsciously back to avoid the fog pressure down the palm.

"Yes I can. "

The facial features of the cold fog are slightly soft, and the light gray eyes squint with satisfaction:

"that's good."

Mo Yi subconsciously pressed the towel on his head and wiped his half dry hair. Then he took the dry towel off his head and twisted the fluffy fluff with his fingers:

"can you dry it?"

The fog nodded.

Mo Yi's face flashed a trace of interest, looked up at the fog and asked with interest:

"what else can you do in the real world

The other side shook his head and calmly replied, "no, I don't have enough power in the real world. It's already a challenge to maintain the physical presence."

Mo Yi touched the towel with half dry fingers. He didn't ask about this topic any more. He just put it on his shoulder at will, then walked out and asked:

"what do you need to eat in this state?"

Behind him came a magnetic voice with a metallic texture: "no need."

Mo Yi's steps toward the outside suddenly stopped. He seemed to think of something. He turned to look at the fog still standing by the bed and frowned slowly:

"since we will be bound together for a long time, what should I call you after that?"

He remembers that at the beginning of the last copy, he asked for the name of fog, and his answer was:

[I don't have a name. 】

the fog was facing the sunlight all over the window, and the edge of his long and straight body was slightly blurred in the light. He gave a low smile and replied:

"all right."

Mo Yi frowned and pretended to have no intention to open his mouth and asked:

"I remember that in the first copy, the cue for you in the game was nameless fog, but You should not be the Exorcist in the myth of ksulu? "

The fog nodded.

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his heart from the first copy. According to his understanding of the old gods and the old dominators in the myth of ksulu, if the other party is really the fog of the unknown, he should worry about the fate of the whole human race.

He wanted to continue to follow the topic, but after he opened his mouth, he found that he could not continue to speak.——The game is stopping him from exploring.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes are slightly heavy, but in the end, he has solved a hidden danger of worrying for a long time, so he is still in a good mood.

He quickly adjusted his mind, changed a topic and said again:

"so Maybe you can think of a name for yourself? "

Fog is still a calm and indifferent expression, but a pair of light gray eyes are focused on Mo Yi, with a shallow smile, he said faintly:

"or, you can get me one."

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