Chapter 189

At this moment, a familiar metal sound rang in my ears:

"The prop will expire in five seconds."

Mo Yi was slightly stunned, and the female voice continued:

"After detecting that the player will enter the plot coma in the dungeon after the prop is invalid, because this period is long, the side effects of the prop will take effect after the player wakes up-"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a darkness in front of him, as if a black curtain had instantly covered himself. All the light, sound and consciousness quickly flowed from his body with the arrival of darkness. The last sound Mo Yi heard before losing consciousness was the metal sound that sounded again without any emotion:

“5,4,3,2,1…”

In the view gradually darkening, the dark and tumbling pigments gradually separate into clear colors, surging and intertwining each other between solid and liquid states, quickly constructing the skeleton and decoration of the mansion, like a gorgeous and strange dream, and then gradually becomes drowsy and dark as the consciousness withdraws.

Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of you is a top painting with complex patterns, the bright colors appear slightly dim due to time, and are wrapped into gorgeous and complex patterns.

He was stunned for a while and it took him a long time to react - the third round began.

A familiar voice sounded in my ears: "The player has been detected to wake up, and the side effects are being randomly drawn..."

Mo Yi's consciousness gradually recovered, and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous - although he was not sure what the side effects of using props would be, based on the communication with Jiang Yuanrou before entering the dungeon, he could know that the specific side effects and duration of using props were related to the player's experience during the time of the props' entry. For example, the props used by Jiang Yuanrou in the previous dungeon were to avoid a fatal injury, while her side effects were puncture injuries on the abdomen.

Less than a minute later, the cold game sounded again and the results were announced:

"Side effects [severe winter], duration: three hours."

Before Mo Yi could react, he felt as if an extreme coldness surged deep in his soul, spreading rapidly along the texture, blood and bones throughout his body. The gaps between the bones were frozen by the terrifying cold, and bursts of pain were almost impossible to sense the existence of hands and feet. There was only the extremely cold pain. Even his thinking became slow, as if his brain was also frostbite by low temperatures.

He felt his vision trembling slightly. After a while, he realized that he was trembling violently uncontrollably. Mo Yi couldn't help but curl up into a ball, but he couldn't relieve the cold that seemed to be emitted from the inside of his body.

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

He lifted his eyelids with some difficulty, but he could only hear the trembling sound of his teeth in his ears.

Mo Yi used all his strength to pinch his numb palms. The pain of the slight thorn dispelled a little numbness on his limbs, making his brain clear a little, and then said intermittently in a trembling sound:

"No...it's okay, just, just, side effects-"

He couldn't continue to say anything.

In Mo Yi's hazy vision, you can only see Wen Chen's face and bright light-colored eyes, and the others seemed to be blurred into a chaotic grayish white by the cold.

Wen Chen's pupils tightened, and his face was tensely staring at Mo Yi's cold blue and white cheeks and purple trembling lips. His fingers trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. He tried to reach out and hug Mo Yi into his arms, but when he reached halfway through, he suddenly froze in the air.

——He suddenly remembered that his body was not warm.

He stretched out half of his hand to turn the direction, pulled up the bedding on the bed vigorously, wrapped Mo Yili three layers outside and three layers, and then opened his arms to hold Mo Yi who was wrapped in his arms.

When Mo Yi opened his eyes, he was always calm and rational. His alien dark eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, straight and focused like an arrow. The majesty and sense of control that was deep in his bones almost ignored his physical condition. But when Mo Yi closed his eyes, it made people more difficult to control his thinness and fragility.

When he curled up, he was almost a little bumpy under the fluffy and soft quilt.

Wen Chen gritted his teeth and tightened his arms. He felt that Mo Yi was so thin that his raised bones were hard to touch his chest in the soft quilt. His chest was sore and numb, as if he was trembling with Mo Yi tortured by the cold.

Mo Yi raised his eyes with difficulty. He seemed to have adapted to a little colder state than he had just now, and even forced a smile at Wen Chen:

"You, what are you doing?"

Wen Chen pursed his lips and said nothing, as if this could block the surging emotions in his chest in the dam. His light-colored eyes stared fiercely at the wrinkles on the quilt, as if this could vent all the powerlessness in his heart.

Mo Yi was helpless and said with his lips trembling, "You know, you are useless, right?"

Wen Chen gritted his teeth tightly. How could he not know that this side effect cannot be alleviated in such a physical way, but the problem is... nothing can be done.

Wen Chen didn't know how to relieve Mo Yi's pain. As long as he could, he was willing to replace the pain several million times, but... he had no choice but to do anything. The feeling of powerlessness that rose from the bottom of his heart was biting his body like a poisonous snake, as if he wanted to erode him from the inside out, and burning thick black blood in the depths of his soul.

It seems that the past is reappearing.

Mo Yi felt the warm water droplets dripping onto his cheeks. His cold, unconscious brain slowly turned, stretched out his hand from the tightly wrapped quilt, and gently touched his cheeks with almost unconscious fingers - wet.

He was stunned for a moment, as if he had reacted. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Chen's vision that was frozen in a blur. He could only see Wen Chenliang's amazing eyes staring at him not far away:

"You... were crying..."

Wen Chen's trembling trembling sounded in his ears, octaves lower than usual:

"……No."

The arms that were slinging around his waist tightened a little, and more warm water drops dripped onto Mo Yi's face, slid down his jaw onto the quilt, wetting the soft fabric. In his ears was Wen Chen's familiar voice nearby: "The fog won't shed tears."

Mo Yi's purple lips curled up slightly: "So, so, you just condensed when you encounter cold, right?"

The chest that was close to his spine was shaken by laughter. Wen Chen's voice penetrated the thick curtains that enveloped his consciousness and came into his mind. It took Mo Yi a while to tell what he was saying: "If you have to use the physical laws of the real world to explain it, the fog was originally composed of water droplets condensed from the cold."

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

"However, since you were able to find the water droplets just now, it should be because of the temperature difference, right?"

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted yet, the next second, he felt more warm water drops falling on his cheeks, and the feeling of flowing against his skin was almost burning. It took him a long time to notice the senses paralyzed by the cold. An alarm ringing sounded in his heart, forcing him to open his eyes, and saw the bright red color dyeing his eyes into a rich color.

Wen Chen looked at him with a calm gaze, but his fingers drew a deeper and harder on his wrist.

The heavy and strong smell of blood instantly enveloped Mo Yi's olfactory system that gradually woke up.
Chapter completed!