The tall man stood at the foot of the bed, and the bright sunlight shining into the room from the window coated his extremely handsome facial features with a layer of bright gold, and his pair of light gray eyes showed a light gold like gold in the sunlight. It looks brilliant and brilliant.
He looked at Mo Yi with his eyes half downcast, and his light-colored eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder.
Sitting on the bed, Mo Yi's usually calm and self-sufficient facial expression cracked a little. He stared dumbfounded at this man who should never appear on his bedside, he was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say:
"you you… "
Misty's facial expression didn't change much, he took a few steps closer, his knees almost touched the shallow folds of the soft fabric beside the bed.
He said naturally:
"Are you going to take a shower?"
Mo Yi: "..."? ?
Although it is said that he would take a shower every time he came out of the instance, but in this case... how does this sentence sound so wrong!
Mo Yi took a deep breath, calmed down his ups and downs, and then said:
"You... why are you..."
He, who has always been thoughtful and thoughtful, couldn't find the right words to describe his current state at this moment.
Misty narrowed his eyes slightly, his stern facial features softened slightly, and he replied:
"Do you remember at the end of the first copy?"
Mo Yi's mind flashed some broken and scattered pictures, deep and shallow mist, the tall figure of the man shrouded in darkness, the cold neck, and the strong smell of blood oozing from the lips and teeth.
He had an urge to raise his hands to cover his face—it was because of this.
Mo Yi's long-standing conjecture was verified, but he was not happy at all.
Before the end of the first copy, he sucked the blood of Mist, and then Mist was able to appear in the real world, and deleted the message sent by Jiang Yuanrou for him. And in the dungeon that just ended, he was force-fed his blood before he was about to go into shock, and now the mist can turn into a human form and appear in front of his bed.
Seeing that Mo Yi had already understood the explanation he couldn't utter, Misty couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, and then continued:
"Now my strength in the real world is still very weak, and I can only maintain my current form for a few hours a day before falling into a deep sleep."
Mo Yi took a deep breath, feeling that his already aching head seemed to be a little more painful.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Misty who was standing at the head of the bed, then reached out and rubbed his sore neck that had been raised for too long, moved into the bed, motioned for Misty who had been standing all the time to sit down, and asked hesitantly:
"You are now equivalent to... bound to me?"
Misty sat on the side of his bed, the soft mattress sank with his movements, and the wrinkles on the sheets spread.
He nodded.
Mo Yi couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his swollen temples, and then continued to ask:
"Then... is this active or passive?"
Misty looked at him, his light gray eyes were half covered by the eyelashes sprinkled with broken gold by the sun. Although there was no expression on his face, his answer was very crisp:
"passive."
He paused, and continued: "From the moment you tasted my blood, a part of me was bound to you."
What happened in the first dungeon vividly appeared in front of his eyes again. At that time, his calf and several parts of his body were seriously injured. If it wasn't for his natural and strong tolerance to pain, he might have passed out.
Since that school was not a real building like the other two dungeons, but the materialization of Zhao Qiulan's resentment, so after he completed the side mission of that dungeon, the school fell apart, and the influx of fog did not kill him, but Almost connivingly allowed him to drink his own blood.
Mo Yi recalled that vague memory of his almost abnormal manic state at that time, and slowly frowned——
Is it connivance or inducement
A little cold touched his brow, Mo Yi was frozen by the cold temperature, and suddenly raised his eyelids to look.
Seeing that Wuqi calmly withdrew his finger on his brow and said, "Don't frown."
Mo Yi withdrew the faint look of astonishment on his face, and pressed the doubts in his heart back to the bottom of his heart.
These questions, even if they are asked now, cannot be answered.
In addition, judging from the current situation, I estimate that I will get along with this non-human being in front of me for a long time, so it is not wise to pick up the words so clearly and make the relationship so rigid now.
—Besides, it has to be said that the mist has not done any harm to him so far, and has even saved him many times.
Although it is still impossible to tell whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, he is not an ungrateful person, and can forget that the other party has saved his life many times.
Mo Yi sighed inwardly, then rolled over and got out of bed.
He took his mobile phone by the bed and clicked on the black screen:
Except for the message from Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi asking him to report his safety when he came back, there were no other notices or news.
There is still no news from Jiang Yuanruan and Jiang Yuanbai.
Mo Yi held the phone tightly with his fingers, and there was no emotional change on his pale, bloodless face, and his pair of extremely dark eyes were so dark that they couldn't be illuminated or warmed by the morning sun.
He put the phone back on the bedside, and then picked up the snow-white paper that was placed on his bedside as always.
On the white and delicate paper, it was written in low-key bold letters: "Congratulations on your successful escape, thank you for your participation, and wish you a happy life."
Mo Yi turned over the back and saw that it read:
"The next time the game starts fifteen days later, please be prepared."
At the bottom of the page, there is a line of small words: "Congratulations, you have found the side mission. You can receive side mission rewards when you enter the game next time. I wish you a happy game."
Other than the longer breaks, nothing else has changed.
Mo Yi put the piece of paper back on the bedside table, his eyes fell on the ground, and he couldn't help being slightly startled.
On the ground where the teddy bear was once placed, there was a small dusty box placed upright. There was no pattern on the box, and it looked extremely inconspicuous.
Mo Yi had seen this kind of box—the novice gift pack he bought was packed in this kind of box and placed in his backpack.
He bent down to pick up the box, and his slender fingertips deftly opened the packaging of the box, revealing the contents inside.
A small card fell out of the opened lid of the box.
Mo Yi picked up the card and carefully read the words on it:
"Dear Senior Members Club Members:
The following is a list of store purchases before your last dungeon, please check the contents carefully, and wish you a happy shopping. "
Mo Yi's eyes lit up, and his pale cheeks were slightly stained with blood. He quickly scanned the list from top to bottom—these were indeed props he bought before the start of the last instance.
He put the list aside, then looked at the bottom of the box, where lay several small fully-packed boxes and a small glass ball.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to pick up the glass ball, gently rubbing its smooth and cold surface with his fingertips, and then took it close to his eyes for a closer look:
The glass-like transparent sphere seems to be filled with unpredictable light spots, which flow slowly in the sphere with the movement of the fingertips, which looks very beautiful under the light.
Immediately afterwards, as if melted by his body temperature, the small glass ball softened along the skin of the fingertips, then penetrated into his skin, and disappeared without a trace, which shocked Mo Yi.
He subconsciously rubbed his empty fingertips, and before he could realize what happened, a short message suddenly appeared in his brain.
— This glass ball carries a piece of information, similar to the instructions of the props in the other small boxes.
The props in the small box are similar to the glass beads just now, and they can be crushed when needed.
However, the use of these props is not unlimited. Its cooling time is very long, and the second prop cannot be used within 24 hours after use, and it will also bring a debuff state that cannot be eliminated to the player. The specific content is random. The duration is random.
Mo Yi lowered his fingers, which were still somewhat cool, and his heart felt a little heavy for a moment.
He knew that this game would not give players any convenience and benefits at all. Even this glass bead manual is one of the privileges of B-level members.
Not only do they not know how to use it, but they also don't know the side effects of its use—and in the dungeon, such momentary negligence and carelessness are likely to kill the player.
Mo Yi lost his temper, put the list of props in his hand back into the box, then hastily closed the box and put it on the bedside table.
He stood up, moved his shoulders a little, a familiar soreness and exhaustion hit him, the cold shirt was still sticky against his skin, even though it was half dry, it was still not very comfortable.
Mo Yi walked to his closet, took out a few changes of clothes from it, and was about to walk into the bathroom when he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the bed.
Fog was still sitting by the bed, the morning sun shone in from the window behind him, his quiet face and straight back were blurred in the bright golden morning light, a pair of light gray eyes looked straight at him .
It looks... seems a little cute
A trace of guilt suddenly appeared in Mo Yi's heart, feeling like a careless host who treated his guests badly.
He showed a shallow smile:
"I'm going to take a shower first, you can be as casual as you want, in the refrigerator—"
Mo Yi got stuck.
He remembered that there was nothing in his refrigerator.
And the mist is obviously not a person, and it is not known whether it needs to eat or not.
Mo Yi hesitated for a few seconds, the desire to take a bath surpassed everything else, so he took his phone and unlocked it, and handed it to the other party:
"Why don't you play greedy snake for a while?"
Fog: "..."