As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mo Yi regretted it.
He had no intention of having any emotional entanglements with the other party. No matter whether the other party's confession was true or not, the ambiguous words just now would leave the other party with guesses and hints that shouldn't be there.
But after hearing the two words he blurted out, the body that was loosely surrounding him just now froze suddenly, and the breathing that was close to his ear changed instantly, showing the master's violently changing emotions.
Wen Chen's arms tightened instantly, hugging him tightly as if wanting to crush him into his own flesh and blood, the gap between the two was completely filled, and Mo Yi could clearly feel the tight contact between the two. How his chest heaved unsteadily and violently.
He couldn't breathe, he could almost hear his ribs cracking.
Mo Yi's refusal, which was about to blurt out, was interrupted by this sudden fierce hug, and the words that hadn't blurted out were blocked in his throat.
He raised his hand with difficulty, patted Wen Chen's shoulder, and squeezed out suffocating words from his throat:
"… let go."
Wen Chen seemed to realize the recklessness of his behavior, and quickly relaxed his strength.
He took a step back, leaving room for Mo Yi to breathe, but his hands still hugged him reluctantly. Under the light, his light-colored eyes looked sharp and pressing, staring at Mo Yi anxiously. :
"How are you doing?"
Wen Chen pursed his lips, his eyes drooped slightly, and he explained in a helpless way: "Sorry, I was just too..."
Mo Yi coughed violently a few times, raised his palm to stop Wen Chen's next words.
He straightened his bent waist, raised his eyes to look at Wen Chen, his eyes still had the color of water from coughing, but under the shimmering film of water, a pair of dark black eyes appeared tough and indifferent.
Mo Yi said, "No, I should be the one to tell you I'm sorry, I shouldn't give you such an ambiguous reply."
He was fully awake at this moment, his mind was clear and clear, and the next words blurted out logically:
"What I meant just now was that I really don't hate you, nor do I reject touching you, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to accept your... confession, or pursuit."
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, his pale face was soft and handsome, but his voice was indifferent and rational:
"Yes, you guessed it right, it has nothing to do with your gender or race, but there are too many mysteries, too many questions, both in this game and in you, and I hate feeling like that.
That means I'll never trust you, let alone love you, understand? "
His words were so cruel that they almost hurt:
"I don't care what your purpose is, whether it's true love or other plans, I just want to tell you, don't make unnecessary attempts, because there will be no results."
After Mo Yi finished speaking, he looked up at Wen Chen who was standing opposite him.
I saw an almost blank expression on his face - Mo Yi couldn't help feeling a little bit of guilt suddenly - I heard Chen said in a very soft voice as if he was afraid of disturbing something:
"... You said just now that you don't hate me?"
Mo Yi: "..."
ah
Before he could react, he saw that Wen Chen's eyes seemed to be lit up, and the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably. Although there was still no expression on his face, one could tell that he was in a good mood:
"You also said, you don't hate my touch?"
Mo Yi was a little confused: "..."
Is there a difference between what you just said and what the other party heard
At this moment, Wen Chen seemed to have finally restrained his jumping for joy, and tried his best to flatten the curvature of his lips, but his eyes were still bright. He looked deeply at Mo Yi, and said in a deep voice:
"I understand."
Mo Yi: "..."? ?
So... what do you understand
Before he could react, he heard a loud bang suddenly outside the door, a faint tremor came from his feet, and the huge sound wave passed through the thin wall, making people's ears buzzing.
Mo Yi's gaze sharpened suddenly, and he didn't care about continuing to argue with Wen Chen about the topic just now, he turned around and ran towards the place where the voice came from.
He stretched out his hand and opened the door that was shaken, and was covered by the smoke and dust outside the next second.
Mo Yi coughed lowly, raised his arms, and covered his face with his sleeves.
The sprinkling of dust almost obscured the things in front of them into a dirty grayish yellow. It took a long time to finally clarify a little bit, and the outlines of other things in the house finally appeared.
This is a wide and almost empty hall, covered by thick dust, the old ceiling and floor showing a dirty color under the dim light, looking gloomy and old.
The wallpaper on the wall of the hall was loosely attached to the wall, revealing the mottled and ugly skin of the wall.
And on the floor in the center of the hall, a huge hole appeared in the slowly falling dust. The wooden floor was broken, and the cracked wood chips were everywhere. .
The rumbling sound just now was obviously coming from here.
Mo Yi walked forward slowly, carefully observing the surrounding environment.
He stopped a few steps away from the big hole, and the flashlight shone into the deep black hole.
The white beam of the flashlight went deep into the dark hole, shaking and searching for nothing, but still nothing could be seen, only some dust and sawdust flying under the light of the flashlight.
Mo Yi frowned.
He regretted that he didn't stop Jiang Yuanrou from leaving just now. Although she came to this old house in the last dungeon, after all, after the opening of the branch line, there may be hidden dangers even in the safest scene before.
He took a deep breath, and subconsciously searched in front of the hole. The next second, he was slightly taken aback, and his eyes stayed on a corner of the wooden floor under his feet.
I saw a few bright red blood stains on the broken plank that pierced obliquely.
Mo Yi squatted down, stretched out his hand to wipe lightly on the dazzling blood, he lightly rubbed his fingertips, the sticky and warm touch of blood seemed to penetrate his skin and spread inward.
Still fresh.
Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his gaze to the huge hole in the center of the floor again, as if he was thinking about something.
At this moment, a hand stretched out from behind his side and gently held his wrist.
Mo Yi looked in the direction of the touch, only to see Wen Chen standing not far behind him, looking at him steadily.
He raised his eyebrows suspiciously and asked:
"What's wrong?"
Wen Chen shook his head slowly at him, and then said: "You can't help her with the next thing."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, then frowned solemnly, and said in a low voice:
"What's the meaning?"
Wen Chen exerted a little force on his hand, pulling Mo Yi away from the dangerous area near the entrance of the cave, and then replied:
"This dungeon itself is designed for Jiang Yuanrou. What she encounters next is what she needs to encounter. If you intervene to help, it will only harm her."
Mo Yi subconsciously turned his head to look at the dark pit, and recalled in his mind his previous speculation about the membership test in Edwin's spiritual world—
He organized the words in his mind, and then asked:
"So, the membership test is indeed a comprehensive evaluation of the player in that dungeon, and the reason why those players who started the test did not return to reality is because this test will take all the conflicts in the whole dungeon. Pulled to the player's side, yes?"
Wen Chen looked at him firmly: "Yes."
His face turned pale for a moment.
Mo Yi didn't notice it, but just lowered his eyes slightly, and the long eyelashes drooped down to cover the expression in them.
He rubbed his fingers a little, then moved his wrist lightly, breaking away from Wen Chen's weak palm.
Mo Yi raised his head thoughtfully, looked around the entire hall, moved his lips slightly, and said softly as if talking to himself:
"And there are two types of players who fail the test. One is killed by the dangers and clues forced by the dungeon. They are just like ordinary players who died in the dungeon. They are slowly forgotten in reality. .
The other one was not killed in the dungeon, but survived until the end of time, but their comprehensive evaluation did not meet the requirements of the game, so they also failed. "
A strange color flashed in Mo Yi's dark eyes: "But in reality, no one has forgotten them. Even Jiang Yuanrou's props show that Jiang Yuanbai is not dead, but because his life is in danger..."
Wen Chen looked at Mo Yi quietly, the deep facial features cast deep shadows, and there was a little light in his eyes, he opened his mouth and replied:
"Yes, they were left behind."
Just as he blurted out the words, his face turned pale again.
Mo Yi frowned, as if he was deeply immersed in his own thoughts, and fixed his eyes on a certain point in the air, as if he wanted to see something through it.
But Wen Chen's words seemed to wake him up, and Mo Yi subconsciously followed the voice and looked at him.
I only heard Chen continue to say:
"Now Jiang Yuanrou has to wrestle and confront Edwin, this is the whole meaning of this dungeon..."
This…
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, but his eyes suddenly fell on the corner of Wen Chen's lips—
A trace of blood slowly slid down from the corner of his lips, appearing bright and glaring on the pale skin.
Mo Yi was taken aback suddenly, reached out and grabbed Wen Chen's arm which was lying aside, and looked at him with frowning eyebrows:
"stop."
—Wen Chen talks too much, the game is punishing him.
"It's okay." Wen Chen turned his face sideways and looked at him deeply:
"...you can trust me."
Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, recalling what he said just now, and instantly understood the meaning of Wen Chen's words, feeling a little mixed in his heart.
He's personally suffered the pain of being silenced from the game—and that's without him even saying anything important. Even Mo Yi's ability to endure pain was unbearable.
Not to mention the direct confrontation with the game... the pain is almost unimaginable.
Even if his heart is as hard as Mo Yi's, he can't help but be faintly touched.
He looked at Wen Chen somewhat complicatedly, and said:
"You... there's no need to..."
Wen Chen looked at him and said seriously: "There is no mystery between you and me."