Chapter 190

Mo Yi's eyes were dyed with a dazzling blood red. The warm touch made his senses slightly thaw. The viscous and salty blood dripped on the frozen blue-white skin, flowing along the outline of his face to his lips. The cold and numb mouth tasted a rich rust smell.

He was shocked and angry, and the force that came from was spreading in his frozen body.

Mo Yi struggled to sit up, stretched out his thin fingers that were as light purple as frozen to bruises, pulled Wen Chen's wrist that was constantly bleeding down, and said sternly: "What are you doing?!"

Wen Chen stared at him calmly, with extreme paranoia surging deep in his light gray eyes, which seemed a little creepy under his soft and affectionate expression. He spoke gently, his tone as gentle as if he was coaxing an ignorant child:

"Stop making trouble, you can warm up like this."

No physical temperature can alleviate the negative effects exerted by the game to the player. So, what about non-physical?

There was a deep dark color flowing under Wen Chen's light eyes, as if the hazy mist and the dark night color intertwined, with an invisible smile on his lips, and then he pulled the wound on his wrist with a terrifying cruelty, allowing the rich and bright red blood to flow out like a spring water, and fell dripping on Mo Yi's pale face and lips, with an unusually gentle expression.

——So, what about the blood that contains one's own original power?

It will definitely work, right?

An uncontrollable anger surged in Mo Yi's eyes, as if the dark lake exposed after the ice shattered was almost unsightly. He said with gritted teeth:

"Are you wrong? This is just my use of Tao, and the side effects of props will endure for three hours."

His speech was slow, and he was trembling slightly because of the cold, and he was extremely firm in words:

"Stop me, do you hear?"

Wen Chen's calm expression was mixed with surprise and surprise. He stared at Mo Yi with his suddenly lit eyes and said softly: "...You look much better, so it's useful, right?"

Strictly speaking, it is useful.

Mo Yi's previous state was completely unable to feel the temperature outside. The only thing occupying his mind and nerves was the terrifying coldness that kept coming out from the depths of his bones, almost frozen his body and soul. However, Wen Chen's blood seemed to be a combination of burning flames and warm milk, silently and quickly melting the ice covering Mo Yi's consciousness and body, as if boiling and proper warm water rolled down his throat into his stomach, and dispersed the cold that almost made him tremble along his blood vessels and nerves.

However, as rational and sober as Mo Yi, although he did not fully know what Wen Chen's blood meant to him, he could always guess some of it based on his previous situation, such as its almost immediate healing effect on himself, and the weakness that Wen Chen would enter after every bloodletting - although he thought he had concealed it very well, he could not hide it from Mo Yi's eyes.

Mo Yi once didn't mind, and even acquiesced, because he didn't care about anyone except him.

And now...

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and stared at Wen Chen. The blue and white fingers that were pressed on the other party's wrist were stained with blood and the blood gushed out unstoppable, as if he was trying to stop the mountain spring from surging out. His voice was cold and hard and as firm as the ice on the snow mountain:

"How could it be useful, are you stupid?"

He stared at Wen Chen, his cold eyes as if they were real, and although his voice was light, he was very loud:

"Stop—I don't want to say the third time."

The glimmer of light in Wen Chen's eyes was like a flame swaying in the wind. After shaking, it slowly faded away. He stared at Mo Yi with a dim expression, as if the wounded beast was quietly licking the pain and helplessness of the wound. It was wrapped in a hard and expressionless shell, otherwise Mo Yi would have noticed his fragility.

The wound on his wrist healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bright red blood was still deeply imprinted on his pale wrist. The blood beads that were about to fall were hung on his fingertips, tremblingly gathering into drops, and then quickly fell down. The snow-white sheet sucked and swallowed the blood greedily, and stained a clear scar on the surface of the fabric.

Wen Chen slowly spread his arms and hugged Mo Yi. His arms were tightened with irrepressible tremors. His pale chin was carefully stuck on Mo Yi's shoulder, as if he was hugging a snowman that melted at once. His voice was so light that even Mo Yi was so close that he couldn't hear it. Every syllable hurt to the bone:

"……sorry."

Mo Yi lowered his eyelashes quietly, his expressionless face seemed to be solid ice. He sighed silently, then slowly lifted his frozen trembling hand that had been swept back again, and pressed it on Wen Chen's slightly arched spine. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat - the cold swept over like a storm, almost instantly robbing the only remaining temperature in his body.

He felt his consciousness and brain being sealed again by the cold, becoming numb and chaotic.

Mo Yi blinked hard, trying to wake himself up, but the effect was very small. His voice was as low as if it was just a sigh that was quickly swallowed by the sound of the wind. He said slowly and hard in Wen Chen's ear: "If... you, you really want me to feel better, in fact, Jane, just a simple hug..."

Wen Chen gritted his teeth tightly and slowly put Mo Yi on the bed, wrapped him in three layers of bedding stained with blood, and then hugged Mo Yi, who was wrapped in tightly, into his arms. The protective posture that was not leaking seemed to try to embed Mo Yi deeply into his bone marrow, integrate into his flesh and blood, and eat it without leaving any left. But the strength of his arm was as light as if he was embracing some fragile items. Just the slightest collision could instantly shatter the existence in his arms.

He stared at the distance with a expressionless face, his expression gloomy and silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The light gray eyes seemed to be silently burning with eternal wildfires, and they would not stop until they swallowed up everything.

must……

Mo Yi was upside down while half-awake, and the strange scene in front of him was frozen by the cold. His teeth were trembling slightly, but the consciousness in the depths was still awake and counting the time and counting the passage of minutes and seconds, but these three hours became particularly long, as if three hundred years had not ended.

He moved his fingers hard under the quilt and took out the heavy ring, thinking in his heart:

Anyway, there is nothing to do now... It is better to waste time...

Thinking about it vaguely, Mo Yi slowly put the ring on his ring finger with his trembling finger. Because his consciousness was not clear, he had been unable to aim for several times. Finally, he found the right position and slowly pushed the ruby ​​ring down the joints of his fingers, and just rightly clamped it at the base of his fingers.

He blinked slowly, feeling his consciousness as if he was inspired by the cold, silently sinking under the cold ice lake... Then, his heart suddenly tightened without warning, as if his consciousness was instantly pulled back to the real world, causing his blood pressure and heartbeat to rise instantly, and the feeling of weightlessness made his brain wake up instantly.

Although you can still feel the cold, it is no longer as severe as before, as if it is invading through a thin layer of glass. This temperature is already a pediatrician for Mo Yi, who is already accustomed to the severe cold.

Mo Yi blinked a little slow, and his cold and hazy vision became clear. He realized that he was standing.

He was standing alone in the side hall.

The cold room was filled with the smell of dust that made people's throat itchy, and the more familiar smell mixed in between. The strong sweet fragrance seemed to be surrounded by sudden smoke, making him feel almost reflexive disgusting and tight. The sweet fragrance in this copy was like a thin and dark shadow of the God of Death, following behind every death and every corpse, almost an ominous synonym.

The sweet and terrifying smell filled the empty room, almost like something alive, stirring the nerves of people, surging and dangerously covering everyone trapped in it.

Mo Yi frowned, coughed softly, then lowered his head and looked at the ring on his fingers-

The golden rings and pigeon blood-colored rubies also had solidified blood, which looked particularly strange under the dim light. Mo Yi couldn't tell whether it was stained when he was on the bed before or what was inherent in this "memory".

The reason why Mo Yi thinks this is "memory" is because the side hall present in front of him is definitely not the scene on the timeline now. Although the side hall is dim, there are already a few faint lights illuminating the dark hall a little bit. The room is empty and there is no strange appearance of the white shadows that Mo Yi saw before. There are only a few lonely furniture in the center of the room, covered with a thick white cloth, and on one side of the room is the familiar portrait.

The color above was carefully depicted and lifelike, not the stiff and ugly look that Mo Yi saw after the second round, but even so, he could still find that the entire portrait was not completely painted, and the lower half of the portrait was still not colored. However, strangely, the paint on the woman's head and shoulders in the portrait had begun to dry up, with vague signs of cracking.

On the ground, a half-wilted rose was quietly placed.

Mo Yi frowned in confusion, took a few steps back, then turned around and walked towards the only few furniture covered in white cloth in the hall, grabbed the edge of the white cloth with his fingers, and slowly pulled down the cloth covered on it-

The dark and shiny wood appeared in front of you.

Mo Yi's heart stumbled slightly.

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

Before he could do something next, he heard the sound of gentle footsteps coming from outside the closed door-
Chapter completed!