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Chapter 203 Chapter 203

Chapter 203

Mo Yi felt his fingertips trembling nervously, and a subtle tremor came from the cold and numb nerve endings, bringing a faint dull pain. His heart beating violently in his chest, pounding his eardrums violently through the buzzing noise.

He had to clench his fingers hard so that the cold and numb fingers would slightly restore the temperature.

The essence of this so-called escape game is gradually revealing.

After being played with the game for so long and applauded, Mo Yi had just seen some of the dirty and dark core of this behemoth. Although he was still completely passive and the road in front of him was still dark and unknown, he could feel that he was slowly approaching the truth hidden in the game.

He slowly let out a breath, turned his head and looked at Wen Chen who was half-squatting beside him.

From the beginning, Wen Chen's eyes seemed to be tightly stuck to his body, and he was unwilling to leave for a moment. His eyes were still red when he was about to collapse, and his whole body was tense into a string that was about to break, as if he would fall into an abyss out of control in the next second. His blue and white fingers tightly pinched Mo Yi's wrist, but he carefully restrained his strength to prevent him from feeling pain. Every inch of muscle was fighting against his instinct, as if he was afraid of hurting Mo Yi.

The thick fog around him was shrouded by Mo Yi's side. The surging and sticky gum rolling sound and the crazy shouts of players who almost lost their minds were blocked outside, as if they were coming from several kilometers away, blocked outside by an indestructible fog wall.

Mo Yi stared at him, his face still faint, and the gentle voice seemed to be sighing as if the wind blew: "Since the second copy, your abilities and state have gradually faded, right?"

Wen Chen shook his head and chuckled:

"Don't underestimate me."

He turned his head to look at the foggy wall around him, his voice steady and heavy. "As long as you last too much time, the copy will automatically end."

His face was still calm and calm, and his cold and profound eyebrows and eyes had no trace of force, as if he was at ease. Even the fingers holding his wrist were cold and stable, like a stone sculpture, without revealing any emotional fluctuations.

But he never answered Mo Yi's question positively.

Mo Yi leaned over and gently kissed Wen Chen's lips.

——He tasted the bloody smell suppressed between Wen Chen's teeth.

Wen Chen turned his head slightly, as if he was escaping from Mo Yi's sight, but his voice was so calm that it made people feel furious:

"You just need to know that I can protect you."

The paranoia hidden deep in his words makes people shudder.

Mo Yi stared at him, and the bottom of his dark eyes seemed to be hidden in endless darkness and abyss. After a few seconds, he smiled unexpectedly, his voice relaxed and calm: "Okay."

He raised his hand and rubbed Wen Chen's side face gently, but it was as if he was about to leave as if he was feathers.

Mo Yi said lightly: "If you can survive after protecting me, that's fine. If not, I may be very sad, but time will always heal people's wounds. I will slowly forget you. Then one day, I will meet a gentle and quiet girl, and then we will fall in love. She will use her softness to heal my wounds. We form a family, maybe a child, maybe two, and then we will grow old together, and finally engrave each other's names on each other's tombstones."

His voice was as plain as if he was telling a natural fact.

But as he described, Wen Chen's fingers tightly clamped on Mo Yi's wrist became tighter and tighter. His lip line was tighter and tighter. His eyes gradually became bloodshot, like a silent and suppressed volcano. His hot anger was sealed by the shallow and fragile crust like magma. The hidden danger seemed even more terrifying due to the depression.

Mo Yi stopped narration and stared at Wen Chen calmly:

“…My epitaph would say—she is my life’s love.”

His last sentence seemed to be the last straw that crushed the camel. Wen Chen's silence and depression seemed to have no effect in an instant. He kissed Mo Yi's lips hard and bitten it indiscriminately, as if he wanted to chew the other party and swallow it down.

A strong smell of blood spread between the two of them. Wen Chen's crazy and hard kissing technique almost suffocated. After a long time, he stopped panting, with red eyes, and the sound seemed to squeeze out from the gap between his teeth:

"...Don't even think about it!"

Mo Yi stuck out his tongue and licked his lips that were so numb that he felt a little numb, and took a breath of cold air.

Wen Chen gritted his teeth, his emotions seemed to be forced to the edge, and every word was filled with fierce blood:

“…I’m not sure!!”

Mo Yi's originally faint eyebrows suddenly became gloomy and sharp. He reached out to pinch Wen Chen's chin, and used a little force to force him to look at him, and then raised his eyebrows provocatively, with a mean and cold voice:

"What's the use of not being sure of you? Could you still be able to resurrect yourself by borrowing a corpse?"

Wen Chen's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think I'm dead. I will pester you in the second half of your life. Even if you die, I will follow you to your grave."

Mo Yi smiled and his expression was a little softer.

A long time ago, Mo Yi discovered that Wen Chen had an extreme tendency to self-destruct. No matter what he asked for, even if he sacrificed himself, he still did not hesitate and had no reservations. Although Mo Yi was not sure what happened in the memory he had lost, he knew that that experience had had a great impact on Wen Chen and even made him almost afraid of losing himself.

He reached out and pinched Wen Chen's cheek, and laughed softly:

"Then I'll wait."

The fog surrounds his body, and the surging of the trends outside seemed to be a little clearer. Mo Yi looked up at the fog wall around him. After thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly looked at Wen Chen and asked, "By the way, you said you could understand what the ring was saying, so you two should be able to communicate, right?"

Wen Chen covered his cheek that had just been pinched and nodded in a daze.

Mo Yi narrowed his eyes and continued, "Then try to ask it, how to complete the side plot of this dungeon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold and familiar hissing sound rang in his ears:

"I can understand without passing the message."

Mo Yi was stunned: "Can we communicate now?"

The sound of the ring was far less calm than before, but it sounded a little anxious: "How do I know?"

Mo Yi calmed down and repeated the question he had just made.

The ring sneered: "Don't you understand yet? As long as you free Klaus from my bondage, the side mission will be completed, but the moment he was liberated by me, his soul that had been swallowed for a hundred years will be destroyed, so... this side mission itself is a dead end."

Mo Yi frowned slightly - then, the way to unravel the extra line mission and prompt the copy to undergo fundamental changes, and find a way to escape from it will be blocked, but it will be quite difficult for Wen Chen now. The current situation of both roads being blocked makes him at a loss.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, lowered his head and said to the ring on his finger:

"By the way, you said that the whole house was constructed by your own strength, so the entire copy should actually be you, so you should still have some control over the house, right?"

The ring has no answer.

Mo Yi continued to say without any attention:

"Then it shouldn't be very difficult for you to resist some of the power of the game, right?"

The sound of the ring sounded incredible: "How could you make such a request to me so naturally? I am not a relief center. Do you understand that it would cost you to ask me for help?"

Mo Yi replied slowly, "After all, you and I are tied to the same boat. Now even if you want to separate, you can't implement it. You are on my fingers and naturally know my current physical condition. With my excessive blood loss, I have almost no chance of living. And what you want is not this, right? Once we are all swallowed by the game, everything is meaningless, not to mention that the power I need to rely on now is not your law, your own power is enough to achieve."

He continued slowly: "Now the game is our common enemy. After the game with it is over, the next thing is between you and me. At that time, if I lose, my soul belongs to you. Isn't this the agreement between us?

The ring stops talking.

But Mo Yi knew that the wisdom of the ring was enough to recognize the current situation. If it was swallowed by the game, there would be no chance to turn over. Even if it induces itself to reach a deal with him now, it would be difficult for it to organize the corresponding illusion with its own power to swallow his soul, let alone there were games next to it that took advantage of the situation and were eyeing it.

The choice you proposed is the most preferred option in your current state.

After a long silence, the sound of liquid rushing in the thick white mist sounded, as if the sound of wall collapse and ceiling exploration came into the eardrums. After being blocked by the fog, it seemed as if it was thousands of miles apart, but it was clear that Mo Yi couldn't help but feel energetic.

He turned his head and looked at Wen Chen, and saw Wen Chen also coming back, and said softly:

“The pressure here is reduced.”

The sound of the intertwined and collided with the viscous liquid, the sound of the controlled players howling wildly came through the rolling fog, which was more intense and noisy than before. Mo Yi looked down at his watch, quietly watching the passage of time bit by bit.

Finally, the second hand clicked across the top of the dial.

The escape time specified in this copy finally reached the last second.

Mo Yi heard a familiar voice sound in his ears—

This time there was a faint sound of electric current in the mechanical sound, which sounded a bit intermittent: "Congratulations on your successful escape!"
Chapter completed!
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