Mo Yi didn't know what to say for a moment.
He subconsciously tightened his fingers holding Wen Chen's arm slightly, the cold skin under his fingertips was tightly attached to his palm, and the slightly cold touch was transmitted along the nerve endings all the way to the brain.
His eyes couldn't help being a little dazed for a moment.
It seems... In memory, someone once said to him—
"You can trust me."
Mo Yi came back to his senses suddenly, and instantly let go of Wen Chen's wrist as if he had been scalded.
His complexion paled a little, and his dark eyes were fixed on Wen Chen's blurry face under the dim light, as if he wanted to find that strange trace that just crossed his mind...
Familiarity.
But the feeling just now sank into the depths of his consciousness like a mud cow sinking into the sea. No matter how hard Mo Yi searched, he couldn't find a trace, as if... it was just his illusion.
Mo Yi's lips pursed slightly, and the lip line was tightened into a straight arc, which looked like a string that was about to break.
He moved his eyes away from Wen Chen's face, and gave up his unnecessary search.
However, at the moment when he looked away, Wen Chen suddenly took a step forward, bringing the distance between them closer.
He sucked Mo Yi's lips without warning, and the tip of his tongue nimbly pried open his teeth, and the slightly salty and slightly fishy liquid flowed into Mo Yi's mouth along the tip of his tongue.
Before Mo Yi could react, Wen Chen let go of him, and took a step back in time.
The kiss was over before Mo Yi could stop it.
Wen Chen, who was standing a few steps away, said calmly:
"It cannot be wasted."
Mo Yi stared at him a little stunned, and couldn't help but feel powerless as if his fist hit the cotton.
He ground his teeth resentfully, raised his hand angrily, and wiped his lips vigorously with the back of his hand.
In the next second, Mo Yi realized how naive his behavior was, and he couldn't help feeling a burst of heat in his ears.
He pursed his rubbed red lips, then took a deep breath, looked away, and said through gritted teeth:
"… gone."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yi turned around first, and walked towards the other direction of the hall like the wind.
Wen Chen stood on the spot and stared at Mo Yi's back that was swallowed by the darkness, his face that had been instantly vivid just now appeared in his mind again, and the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.
In the next second, he followed in big strides in the direction Mo Yi left.
By the time Wen Chen caught up with Mo Yi, he had completely calmed down his fluctuating emotions, and his pale face had completely recovered his previous calmness and rationality.
Mo Yi moved his wrist slightly, and the light beam of the flashlight moved slowly in the room with his movements, illuminating the scene in the room in front of him.
He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and looked at the room in front of him with sharp eyes following the direction of the flashlight.
The floating dust fluttered under the pale lamp post of the flashlight, swimming slowly in the solid darkness like some living insects.
In the depths of this hall is a revolving wooden escalator, the marble handrails are covered with old dust, and layers of cobwebs are knotted on the handles of the stairs and the corners of the steps, dividing the light of the flashlight.
The escalator spiraled into the darkness, leading to the dark second floor.
Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, and slowly took a step forward, the floor under his feet creaked hollowly with his movements.
The circular aperture of the flashlight landed on a hidden corner under the stairs, where there was a locked door covered in dust, the door was tightly closed, and it seemed to lead to the ground.
The rough door frame of the door was covered with dried bloody handprints, showing a deep dark brown under the light.
Mo Yi's eyes stayed on it for a moment.
Wen Chen stood not far away and looked at him, and said, "Are you going to find Jiang Yuanrou?"
Hearing this, Mo Yi turned to look at him, then shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice:
"If the guess just now is correct, then there will be a game between her and Edwin. I will hurt her instead by helping."
Wen Chen looked at him deeply, and continued to ask: "Then what are you going to do now?"
Mo Yi turned his gaze, his dark eyes narrowed slowly: "Of course it's to help her complete the original purpose of entering this dungeon."
His face was gloomy and dignified, and he said in a low voice:
"According to my experience in the last dungeon, the confrontation with the dungeon boss will only end with the completion of side quests. The fight between Jiang Yuanrou and Edwin is likely to be endless, and she will lose the battle in this dungeon." The dungeon needs to find the possibility of Jiang Yuanbai."
Mo Yi exhaled slowly, the palm holding the flashlight tightened slightly, and his fingertips slowly stroked the metal shell of the flashlight:
"So, I can only go to find him."
Wen Chen stared at him, and said abruptly:
"You can't find it."
Mo Yi was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and looked at him deeply: "... what do you mean?"
Wen Chen stepped forward, Ying Ting's profound face was exposed to the light, and a pair of pale eyes looked back:
"This game won't let you find it."
Mo Yi frowned slowly, and before he could say anything, Wen Chen continued:
"You shouldn't have entered this dungeon, but Jiang Yuanrou's props made the game have to put you in, so this is not completely a normal dungeon, so there are only you two players."
Mo Yi's face became more serious.
Wen Chen took another step forward slowly, and said in a low voice: "The game will not sell the loot it has already obtained, so it will not let Jiang Yuanbai be found by you."
— loot.
Mo Yi keenly noticed Wen Chen's words and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wen Chen's complexion turned pale again, his light-colored eyes locked tightly on Mo Yi's cheeks, and he said:
"Jiang Yuanbai is either alive or dead now, he exists, and he doesn't exist in this dungeon—as a player, finding him is an impossible task.
But I can help you. "
Mo Yi looked back into Jin Wenchen's eyes, his face was calm and calm:
"what would you like?"
What do you need in return for making such a sacrifice
— After all, he cannot believe in unconditional giving, or the so-called "love". Love itself is a false proposition, an out-of-control irrational behavior caused by hormones released in the biological brain.
What's more... The man standing in front of him is not even a living thing.
As he said before, there is no such thing as trust from the very beginning.
Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi, and said slowly and seriously:
"a kiss."
Mo Yi couldn't help showing a look of astonishment on his face - he really didn't expect this.
He knows that he is a rational and cruel person who is almost ruthless, and only he himself knows his cold-blooded essence hidden under the gentle appearance.
After all, how can a person who doesn't even care about himself care much about others.
Therefore, Mo Yi actually didn't have much obsession with saving Jiang Yuanbai. After all, even if he failed, he didn't lose much.
Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen suspiciously and tangled up, as if he was looking at some kind of alien creature he couldn't understand.
But now he really cares a little bit—
Why? Why was this man looking at him like that
That kind of look... as if he is the only important existence in this world, this is really weird.
Mo Yi has self-knowledge, he knows that he has absolutely no amazing charm that makes people fall in love at the first sight, or a strange beauty that makes people forget the world.
So, why is this
—or did it have something to do with the strange familiarity he felt earlier
Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen with unpredictable eyes, and replied:
"make a deal."
Wen Chen bent his eyes, and the light-colored eyes seemed to be filled with layers of mist. He took a step back, opened the distance between the two, and then stretched out his right hand.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand and shook hands with him.
The temperature of the opponent's palm was much lower than that of ordinary people, and the cold fingers were slowly closed, fitting tightly against Mo Yi's fingertips and palm, as if they fit tightly.
Wen Chen looked away expressionlessly, clenched his fist and brought it to his lips, coughed softly, then turned and walked out:
"follow me."
During the movement, Mo Yi seemed to see the reddish pinnae of the other party hidden in the black hair.
Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly to cover up the gloomy expression in them, then raised his feet and followed slowly.
The two walked to the door of the hall one after the other.
The old house has been in disrepair for a long time, and the door frame has almost completely decayed. The two rickety door panels fell on the rusty door hinges, and fine dust and sawdust fell from the top door frame. .
Wen Chen raised his head and pushed open the wooden door.
There was a hoarse and dying groan from the broken door, and then it slowly opened to both sides, revealing the scene outside the old house.
Above the head is a light blue countdown, and the seconds at the end are silently and slowly regressing, as if you can hear the passage of time.
There are more than twenty minutes left.
Outside the old house is a barren space, which perfectly surrounds the gloomy house like a circle of decorations.
Outside the open space is a dense darkness that cannot be melted away, as if it can swallow all the light, dangerously and silently surrounding the entire open space floating in it.
There was a dead silence around him, and he couldn't hear anything except the sound of dry soil under his feet.
Every time Wen Chen took a step forward, his complexion became paler.
He turned his face slightly, as if avoiding the sight of Mo Yi who was walking a few steps behind him.
The two stopped at the junction between the darkness and the ground, and the darkness in front of them was slowly changing as if it could flow, and it looked like a mist condensed into a solid body.
Wen Chen raised his hand, and every movement of his was visibly slowed down, as if a great weight was pulling him.
He gritted his teeth and moved his fingers lightly.
As if summoned by something, the darkness in front of him suddenly parted—a path was revealed.