At this moment, a familiar metallic voice sounded in my ear:
"Props will expire after five seconds."
Mo Yi was slightly taken aback, only to hear the female voice continue:
"It is detected that the player will enter the dungeon after the item expires. Due to the long period of time, the side effects of the item will take effect after the player wakes up—"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a blackness in front of his eyes, as if a black curtain instantly covered him, all the light, sound and consciousness were quickly lost from his body as the darkness fell, Mo Yi listened to it before losing consciousness. The last sound to arrive was the same emotionless metallic tone that resounded:
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."
In the gradually darkened field of vision, the dark and churning pigments are gradually separated into clear colors, surging and intertwined between the solid and liquid states, quickly constructing the skeleton and decoration of the mansion finely, like a scene It was a gorgeous and weird dream, and then gradually became drowsy and dark as the consciousness was withdrawn.
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Mo Yi suddenly opened his eyes.
In front of the eyes is the top painting with complicated lines, the bright colors appear a little dimmed by time, winding into a gorgeous and complex pattern.
He froze for a moment, and it took him a long time to react—the third week had begun.
A familiar voice sounded in my ears: "The player has been detected to wake up, side effects are being randomly selected..."
Mo Yi's consciousness gradually came back, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy—although he didn't know exactly what the side effects of using the props would be, but according to the communication with Jiang Yuanrou before entering the instance, the specific side effects and duration of using the props were It is related to the player's experience during the effective period of the item. For example, the item used by Jiang Yuanrou in the last dungeon was to avoid a fatal injury, and her side effect was a puncture wound to the abdomen.
Less than a minute later, the indifferent game sound rang again, announcing the result:
"Side effect [Severe Winter], duration: three hours."
Before Mo Yi could react, it felt as if an extreme coldness surged up in the depths of his soul, and the blood and bones quickly spread throughout his body along the texture, and the gaps in the bones were filled with terrifying chills The pain in his hands and feet could hardly be felt, only the extreme cold pain, and even his thinking became slow, as if his brain had also been frostbitten by low temperature.
He felt his vision tremble slightly, and it took him a while to realize that he was trembling uncontrollably and violently. Mo Yi curled up involuntarily, but he couldn't relieve it at all. The cold that emanates from the inside of the body.
An anxious voice sounded in his ears, passing through his ears that seemed to be clogged with cotton and entering his mind—Mo Yi realized after a while that it was Wen Chen calling his name.
He raised his eyelids with some difficulty, but in his ears he could only hear the chatter of his own teeth.
Mo Yi pinched his numb palms with all his strength, the slight prickling pain dispelled some of the numbness in his limbs, and made his brain clear a little, then said intermittently in a trembling voice:
"No... nothing, just, just, side effects—"
He couldn't go on.
In Mo Yi's hazy vision, he could only see Wen Chen's swaying face and bright light-colored eyes, the rest seemed to be blurred by the cold into a chaotic gray.
Wen Chen's pupils were constricted, and his face was tensely staring at Mo Yi's bluish-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 embrace, but When it reached halfway, it suddenly froze in mid-air.
—He suddenly remembered that his body had no temperature.
Stretching out half of the hand, turning the direction, vigorously pulling up the quilt on the bed, tightly wrapping Mo Yili three layers outside, and then opening his arms to embrace the wrapped Mo Yi in his arms .
When Mo Yi opened his eyes, he was always calm and rational. His alienated dark eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. They were straight and focused like arrows. The majesty and sense of control deep in his bones almost made people ignore him. physical condition. But when Mo Yi closed his eyes, it was even more uncontrollable to realize his thinness and fragility.
When he curled up, he was almost just a slightly raised ball under the fluffy and soft quilt.
Wen Chen gritted his teeth, tightened his arms, and felt Mo Yi's thin and protruding bones pressing hard against his chest in the soft quilt, his chest was sore and numb, as if he was following Mo Yi who was tortured by the cold. Yi trembled together—
Mo Yi raised his eyes with difficulty, he seemed to be a little more adapted to the cold state than before, and even forced a smile at Wen Chen:
"You, what are you doing?"
Wen Chen pursed his lips and remained silent, as if he 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 come out.
Mo Yi was a little helpless, and said with trembling lips: "You know, you, you are so useless, right?"
Wen Chen clenched his teeth tightly. How could he not know that this side effect can't be relieved by such a physical method at all, but the problem is... there is nothing to do.
Wen Chen didn't know how to relieve Mo Yi's pain, as long as he could, he was even willing to replace the pain by hundreds of thousands of times, but, but... He was completely helpless, the feeling of powerlessness rising from the bottom of his heart was like a poisonous snake It seemed to bite his body, as if to eat him from the inside out, scalding the thick black blood deep in the soul.
As if, the past reappeared.
Mo Yi felt the warm drops of water dripping onto his cheeks. His unconscious brain was turning slowly, and he stretched out his hand from the tightly wrapped quilt to put the frozen His barely feeling fingers touched his cheek—wet.
He froze for a moment, as if he had realized something, he opened his eyes and looked at Wen Chen's frozen vision, only to see Wen Chenliang's astonishing eyes staring at him not far away:
"You... cried...?"
Wen Chen's trembling voice sounded in his ears, an octave lower voice than usual:
"… No."
The arms around his waist tightened a bit, and more warm water droplets dripped onto Mo Yi's face, and slid down his chin onto the quilt, dampening the soft fabric. Wen Chen's familiar voice nearby: "Fog does not shed tears."
Mo Yi's purple lips curled up slightly from the cold: "So, so, you just condensed in the cold, right?"
The chest against his back was shaken by laughter, Wen Chen's voice pierced through the thick veil covering his consciousness and entered his mind, it took Mo Yi a while to distinguish what he was saying: "If you want to use reality If it is explained by the physical laws of the world, the fog is originally composed of water droplets that condense when it encounters condensation."
Mo Yi blinked slowly, and was 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?"
Mo Yi was stunned, as if he hadn't reacted yet, the next second, he felt more warm water dripping on his cheeks, and the feeling of flowing against his skin was almost scorching hot, paralyzed by the cold It took a long time for his senses to realize it, and an alarm bell sounded in his heart, forcing him to open his eyes, only to see that the bright red color dyed his vision into a rich color,
Wen Chen stared at him with calm eyes, but his fingers scratched deeper and harder on his wrist.
The heavy and strong smell of blood instantly enveloped Mo Yi's olfactory system, which was gradually waking up.
"So, wouldn't this be better?"