Chapter 190

Mo Yi's eyes are dyed with a dazzling blood red. The warm touch makes his senses thaw a little. The thick and salty blood drops on the frozen green skin, and flows to the lip along the contour of his face. The frozen numb mouth has tasted the strong rust smell.

He was frightened and angry. He didn't know where the strength was spreading in his frozen body.

Mo Yi struggled to sit up. He stretched out his long and thin fingers, which were frozen to be pale purple. He pulled Wen Chen's wrist, which was dripping blood downward. He said in a sharp voice, "what are you doing?"

Wen Chen gazed at him calmly, and extreme bigotry surged in the depth of light gray eyes, and he looked a little sinister under the soft and affectionate expression. He spoke gently and gently, as if he were coaxing an unreasonable child:

"don't make trouble, you can warm up in this way."

No physical temperature can alleviate the negative effects imposed by games on players. What about non physics?

Wen Chen's pale eyes have a deep dark flow, as if the hazy fog and the dark night interweave, with a subtle smile on his lips, Then, with a chilling ferocity, he tore the wound on his wrist, letting the rich and bright red blood gush out like a spring, and drip on Mo Yi's pale face and lips. His expression was unusually gentle.

What about the blood that contains its own original strength?

It's going to work, right?

Mo Yi's eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger, like a dark lake exposed after the ice broke, which was almost impossible to stare at. He said with gnashing teeth:

"are you wrong? This, this is just the side effect of the props I used. It will be over after three hours. "

He spoke slowly, trembling slightly because of the cold, every word, firm and unusual:

"you stop me, do you hear me?"

Wen Chen's calm expression is mixed with surprise and surprise. He stares at Mo Yi with his suddenly lit eyes and says in a soft voice: " You look better, so you're useful, aren't you? "

Strictly speaking, it works.

Mo Yi was completely unable to feel the temperature of the outside world. The only thing that occupied his mind and nerves was the constant cold and frightful feeling from the depths of his bones, which almost froze his * * and his soul together. However, Wen Chen's blood seemed to be a combination of burning flame and warm milk, quietly and rapidly melting the ice covering Mo Yi's consciousness and body As if the hot and proper warm water rolled down his throat into his stomach, along the blood vessels and nerves, he scattered the cold that almost made him shiver.

However, he is as sober as Mo Yi. Although he doesn't know exactly what Wenchen's blood means to him, he can always guess something according to the previous situation, such as its healing effect on himself which is almost instant, and the weak state that Wen Chen will enter after bloodletting every time - although he thinks he conceals it well, he can't hide it Yi's eyes.

Once Mo Yi didn't mind, even acquiesced, because he didn't care about anyone except himself.

And now

Mo Yi clenches his teeth and stares at Wen Chen. The blue and white fingers clasped on his wrist are dyed dazzling red with blood. The blood gushes out unstoppably along his fingers, as if he is trying to stop the spring gushing out. His voice is as cold as ice on a snow mountain:

"how can it be useful? Are you stupid?"

He gazed at Wen Chen, and his cold eyes were as real as they were. Although his voice was light, he said, "stop -- I don't want to say the third time."

The glimmer in Wen Chen's eyes was like a flame swaying in the wind. After shaking, it was slowly extinguished. He looked at Mo Yi with a dim expression. His expression seemed to be the pain and helplessness of the wounded beast's quietly licking the wound. It was wrapped in a hard and expressionless shell, otherwise Mo Yi would realize his slightest weakness.

The wound on his wrist healed with the speed visible to the naked eye, and the bright red blood was still deeply imprinted on his pale wrist. The blood beads that had not fallen hung on his fingertips, trembled and aggregated into drops, and then fell quickly. The snow-white sheet greedily sucked the blood and dyed a bright scar on the surface of the cloth.

Wen Chen slowly unfolds his arms and embraces Mo Yi. His arm is slightly tightened with uncontrollable shaking. His pale chin is cautiously stuck on Mo Yi's shoulder socket, as if embracing a snowman that can be melted at a touch. His voice is so light that even Mo Yi can't really hear him, and every syllable is painful to the bone marrow:

" I'm sorry. "

Mo Yi quietly lowered his eyes, his expressionless face seemed to be frozen. He sighed silently, and then slowly raised his cold, shivering hand that had been swept over again, and pressed it on Wen Chen's slightly arched back. He opened his mouth, but there was no sound coming out of his throat - the cold came like a storm, and almost instantly took away the only temperature left in his body.

He felt his mind and brain frozen again by the cold, numb and chaotic.Mo Yi blinked and tried to wake himself up, but the effect was very small. His voice was as low as a sigh quickly swallowed by the wind. He said slowly and hard in Wen Chen's ear: "if You, if you really want me to feel better, in fact, Jane, a simple hug would be fine... "

Wen Chen bit his teeth and slowly laid Mo Yi down on the bed. He wrapped him in the bed three layers outside the bed. Then he took the tightly wrapped Mo Yi into his arms. The protective gesture seemed to try to embed Mo Yi deeply into his own bone marrow, into his own flesh and blood, and never left to eat into his stomach But the strength of his arm is light. It seems that he is embracing something fragile. Even the slightest collision can break the existence in his arms instantly.

He gazed at the distance without expression, looking gloomy and silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Light gray eyes as if in the silent burning eternal leaping wildfire, will not devour everything, never give up.

It must be

Mo Yi turned upside down between half dreaming and half waking up. His eyes were frozen by the cold. His teeth trembled slightly, but his deep consciousness was still awake, counting down the time and counting the minutes and seconds. However, these three hours became very long, as if 300 years had not ended.

He moved his finger under the quilt and pulled out the heavy ring. He thought faintly:

there is nothing to do now It's better to waste time than

In this way, Mo Yi slowly put the ring on his ring finger with his trembling finger. Because his consciousness was not clear, he didn't aim at it for several times. Finally, he found the right position and pushed the ruby ring down the joint of his finger, and it was properly buckled to the root of his finger.

He blinked slowly, feeling his consciousness as if inspired by the cold, silent sinking under the cold lake Then, the heart suddenly constricted without warning, as if consciousness was instantly pulled back into the real world, which made his blood pressure and heart rate rise instantly, and the feeling of weightlessness made his brain instantly awake.

Although still able to feel the cold, but it is not as harsh as before, as if through a thin layer of glass invasion, and this temperature for Mo Yi has been used to the cold is pediatrics.

Mo Yi blinked a little slowly. He was clear by the cold and hazy sight. He realized that he was standing.

He was standing alone in the side hall.

As cold as a stone cellar, the room is filled with the smell of dust that itches people's throat, while the more familiar flavor is mixed with them. The strong sweet fragrance seems to be surrounded by the sudden rising smoke, which makes Mo Yi feel almost reflexive nausea and tension. The sweet and greasy smell is like the thin and dark shadow of death in this copy, It's almost ominous to follow behind every death and every corpse.

The sweet, greasy and terrifying smell pervaded the open room, almost as if it were a living thing, provoking people's nerves, and enveloping everyone who was deeply involved in it.

Mo Yi frowned and coughed low. Then he lowered his head and looked at the ring on his finger -

the golden ring and pigeon red ruby still had blood clots. Under the dim light, Mo Yi couldn't tell whether it had been dyed before in bed or the inherent appearance in this "memory".

The reason why Mo Yi thinks this is "memory" is that the side hall in front of him is definitely not the scene on the current time line. Although the side hall is dim, it has already lit up a few weak lights, which can light up the dark hall. The room is empty, and there is no white shadow that Mo Yi saw before Strange appearance, only a few solitary furniture in the middle of the room, covered with a thick layer of white cloth, one side of the room wall is the familiar pair of familiar portraits.

The above color is carefully described and lifelike. It is not the rigid and ugly appearance that Mo Yi saw after the second week. But even so, he can still find that the whole portrait has not been completely painted, and the lower half of the portrait is still not colored. However, it is strange that the female head and shoulder are in the portrait The paint on the top has begun to dry up, with faint signs of cracking.

On the ground, there is a half withered rose quietly.

Mo Yi frowned suspiciously, stepped back a few steps, then turned to the only furniture covered by white cloth in the hall, grabbed the edge of the white cloth with his fingers, and slowly pulled down the cloth covered by it --

the dark and shiny wood was displayed in front of him.

Mo Yi's heart jumped slightly.

The "furniture" under the white cloth is a coffin.

Before he could do anything, he just heard the soft footsteps coming from the closed door——www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!