Chapter 189

At this point, a familiar metallic tone is heard:

"the item will be invalid in five seconds."

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, only listening to the female voice continued:

"it is detected that the player will enter the scenario coma in the copy after the props fail. Due to the long period of time, the side effects of the props will take effect after the player wakes up -"

before the voice falls, he feels that the front of his eyes is black, as if he is covered by a black curtain, All the light, sound and consciousness quickly drain from the body with the coming of darkness. The last sound Mo Yi heard before he lost consciousness was the metal sound that sounded again without emotional fluctuation:

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

In the vision of gradually darkening, the dark and tumbling pigments gradually separate into clear colors, surging and interweaving with each other in the solid state and liquid state, rapidly constructing the skeleton and decoration of the residence, just like a gorgeous and strange dream, and then gradually become dim and dark with the withdrawal of consciousness.

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of us is the top painting with complicated lines. The bright colors are slightly dimmed due to time, winding into gorgeous and complex patterns.

He was stupefied. It took him a long time to react. The third week began.

A familiar voice sounded in my ear: "players have been detected waking up, side effects are being randomly selected..."

Mo Yi's consciousness gradually returned, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart. Although he didn't know what the side effects of using props would be, according to the communication with Jiang yuanrou before entering the replica, he could know that the specific side effects and duration of using props were related to the player's experience during the period when the props were in effect, For example, the props Jiang yuanrou used in the last copy was to avoid a fatal injury, and her side effect was a stab wound in the abdomen.

Less than a minute later, the apathetic sound of the game rang again, announcing the results:

"side effects [severe winter], lasting for three hours."

Before Mo Yi's reaction, he felt as if an extreme cold feeling rose from the depths of his soul. Along with the texture, blood and bones, the whole body was rapidly spreading. The cracks in the bones were covered with terrible cold, with bursts of pain. Almost no one could feel the existence of hands and feet. There was only extreme cold pain. Even thinking became sluggish, as if the brain was also low It's warm and frostbitten.

He felt his vision trembling slightly. After a long time, he found that he was shaking violently and uncontrollably. Mo Yi could not help but curl up into a ball, but could not relieve the cold from the inside of his body.

An anxious voice sounded in his ear, and it passed through the ears that seemed to be blocked by cotton. Mo Yi realized that this was Wen Chen calling his name.

He lifted his eyelids with some difficulty, but only the clatter of his teeth could be heard in his ears.

Mo Yi pinched his numb palm with all his strength. The tingling pain dispelled the numbness of his limbs and made his brain wake up a little. Then he said intermittently in a shaking voice:

"no It's OK, it's just, it's just, side effects -- "

he can't say it anymore.

In Mo Yi's hazy vision, we can only see Wen Chen with his face and bright light eyes, others seem to be blurred into a chaotic gray by the cold.

Wen Chen's pupils were tight, and his face was tightly fixed on Mo YILENG's blue and white cheeks and purple trembling lips. His fingers trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white due to force. He tried to reach out to hold Mo Yi into his arms, but he was suddenly frozen in the air when he reached half way.

It suddenly occurred to him that his body had no temperature.

He stretched out half of his hand and turned his direction. He pulled up the bedding on the bed and wrapped Mo Yili tightly. Then he opened his arms and held him in his arms.

When Mo Yi opened his eyes, he was always calm and rational. His alienated dark eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, as straight and focused as an arrow. The dignity and sense of control buried in his bones almost ignored his physical condition. When Mo Yi closed his eyes, it was more difficult to control his thin and fragile.

When he curled up, it was almost just a slight bulge in the fluffy and soft quilt.

Wen Chen clenched his teeth and tightened his arms. He felt that Mo Yi's thin and protruding bones were pressing his chest in the soft quilt. His chest was swollen and numb, as if he was shaking with Mo Yi, who was tortured by the cold --

Mo Yi raised his eyes with difficulty. He seemed to have adapted to the cold state a little more than before, and even reluctantly laughed at Wen Chen

"You, what are you doing?"

Wen Chen pursed her lips and didn't speak, as if she could block the surging emotion of her chest in the dyke, and her pale eyes staring at the folds on the quilt fiercely, as if she could vent all the powerlessness in her heart.

Mo Yi some helpless, shivering lips said: "you know, you, you are so useless, right?"Wen Chen clenched his teeth. How could he not know that this side effect could not be alleviated in such a physical way, but the problem is be put in a quandary.

Wen Chen doesn't know how to relieve Mo Yi's pain. As long as he can, he is willing to replace the pain several million times, but He had nothing to do, and the feeling of powerlessness rising from the bottom of his heart bit his body like a poisonous snake, as if to eat him out from the inside out, and scald the deep black blood in the soul.

As if, the past reappears.

Mo Yi felt the warm water drop on his cheek. His cold and unconscious brain turned slowly. He stretched out his hand from the tightly packed quilt, and touched his cheek with the frozen almost unconscious fingers.

He was stunned, as if something had come over. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Chen. His eyes were frozen. He could only see Wen Chenliang's amazing eyes staring at himself not far away:

"you Crying

Hearing the sound of Wen Chen trembling in her ears, which was eight degrees lower than usual:

" No

The arm hooped around his waist tightened a little bit. More warm drops of water fell onto Mo Yi's face, and slid down to the quilt along his chin. The soft cloth was moistened. There was a familiar voice in his ear: "the fog will not shed tears."

Mo Yi was frozen purple lips hook up a slight arc: "so, so, you are just cold condensation, right?"

The chest close to his back was shaken by laughter. Wen Chen's voice penetrated through the thick curtain that shrouded his consciousness and passed into his mind. It took Mo Yi a long time to distinguish what he was saying: "if you have to use the physical laws of the real world to explain it, the fog is originally composed of water droplets condensed in cold."

Mo Yi blinked slowly and was about to say something, but he heard Wen Chen suddenly ask without warning:

"however, since you can find the water droplets just now, it should be because of the temperature difference?"

Mo Yi was stunned. He didn't seem to react. The next second, he felt more warm water dripping on his cheek. The feeling of running close to his skin was almost burning. It took him a long time to notice by the cold and paralyzed senses. The alarm bell rang in his heart, forcing him to open his eyes. The bright red color dyed his eyes into a strong color Wen Chen looked at him with calm eyes, but his fingers drew a deeper and more fierce line on his wrist.

The heavy and strong smell of blood covered Mo Yi's olfactory system.

"Well, would that be better?"

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