Chapter 87

Mo Yi was stunned.

This proposal made him feel a little overwhelmed.

——In many cultures, names are bonds and keys that are given special meanings, especially in occultism. Real names have power and magic, and exposing real names is equivalent to exposing weaknesses.

And naming something... is like binding the two with invisible bonds and responsibilities.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the mist carefully with a pair of dark eyes, as if he wanted to capture all the subtle expressions on his face.

The mist looked back at him calmly, his light gray eyes flashed with a metallic texture in the sun, and the expression on his face was not as if he had just said the ordinary "Where to eat tonight".

Mo Yi frowned, tightened the corners of his lips slightly, and a faint absurdity surged in his heart.

Could it be... he was thinking too much?

Mo Yi looked at the fog deeply, pondered for a few seconds, and then asked with some hesitation:

"Are you sure...want to ask me to give you a name?"

Wu Qi nodded, and his light-colored eyes stared at Mo Yi intently: "Why not?"

Without waiting for Mo Yi to say something, the fog continued:

"After all, it's just a title, isn't it?"

That's what I said.

Mo Yi took a deep breath, cleared out the various thoughts that were lingering in his mind, then nodded helplessly and said:

"Okay, but don't dislike it."

The mist stepped closer and stood at the door of the room and looked at Mo Yi. He laughed: "No."

Mo Yi frowned slightly, and his eyes stayed in the morning light that flowed into the room behind the fog for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he raised his head and said:

"Single-zichen, is that OK?"

The pronunciation is the same as the morning, and the original meaning is the North Star.

“It sounds nice.”

The misty eyes were slightly curled, and the neat and clear side face was softened by the light golden morning light. He continued to ask:

"What about the last name?"

Mo Yi was a little confused. After all, surnames are a very meaningful cultural symbol in China, and it seems a bit inappropriate to make random choices...

He raised his eyes and looked at the fog, thought for a moment, and then asked:

"What do you want to have a last name?"

The mist replied without hesitation: "It doesn't matter."

——This is expected.

But before Mo Yi could smile bitterly and continue to think hard, he heard the fog say immediately:

"Are there any words that are very impressive?"

Mo Yi was stunned, raised his eyebrows and looked at the fog, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What?"

Wuqi patiently explained: "If you really can't decide, you can use the words that impress you more to make your last name."

Mo Yi pursed his lips, and a trace of gloom flashed across his pale face. He blinked, hiding his emotions well, and returning to a peaceful and tranquility on his face:

"……smell."

The mist took a step forward, and the aggressive handsome face was filled with a smile, and the eyelashes were painted with a layer of gold powder by the morning light, covering the cold and hard light gray eyes:

"Okay, I'll call Wen Chen in the future."

Mo Yi's heart beat irregularly for a few minutes, and he took a step back without moving, slightly widening the distance between the two.

He smiled, his dark eyes bent slightly, and he stretched out his palm and said:

"Hello, it's time to meet for the first time, just call me Mo Yi."

The slender and pale palms stayed in the air, and the thin flesh wrapped around the slender bones, thin and beautiful.

The fog breathing stopped without a trace, and the light gray eyes were slightly darker, staring at Mo Yi with a wrong look.

He pursed his lips and solemnly held Mo Yi's palm that was staying in the air. His fingertips and palms slowly overlapped. The inhuman cold body temperature was close to the slightly cool skin tightly tightened, and almost got a little light temperature.

“…Wenchen.”

His voice was slightly silenced, his light-colored eyes were bright and focused, and a bright blush was dyed on the tips of his pale ears.

In the next few days, Mo Yi lived a very regular life.

He stayed in the fitness villa specially designed by Jiang Yuanrou for two or three hours every day, accepted the destruction of Chen Lei's friendship, and then spent all the rest of the time in the library.

Mo Yi threw a lot of time in front of the wooden table in the city library.

He swept through all the fields of knowledge that may be related to games, especially some books of monsters, religions and legends, from popular reading materials to unpopular reading materials that were all drawn out from the dusty corners of the library.

The lights above the head were bright and cold, and the entire reading room was revealed in the slightest.

Mo Yi sat in a corner of the table, with several huge and heavy big heads spreading on the huge table, overlapping them scatteredly, and several books that had not yet been opened were stacked together, filling the entire table with a full load.

He looked down at a book in his hand.

Her slender and pale fingers held a yellowed corner of the page, her slender neck was lowered, and her quiet side face was shrouded in half-bright shadows. Her dark eyes focused on the books on the table, and her eyes quickly browsed the lines of words on the pages.

He focused almost all his attention on the book in front of him, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in an undisturbed aura, and his concentration made people unable to interfere.

Mo Yi opened the next page.

The slight friction of the pages was quite obvious in the quiet library. He raised his head slightly and read down the beginning of the pages again.

Suddenly, Mo Yixun's eyes paused.

Something seemed to be scratched gently on the back of his hand, soft and like a feather.

Mo Yi was stunned. Before he could react, he saw the screen of the phone beside him lit up and the keyboard on the screen automatically typing:

【Hungry?】

Mo Yi glanced at the dial on his wrist and suddenly realized: It was half past 7:30.

Today he arrived at the library at 1:00 pm, and it had been more than six hours since he was not careful.

Mo Yi then felt a slight throbbing in his empty stomach, and the dizziness of hypoglycemia surged in front of him, but he was still within the scope of enduring... After all, it was not unsleeping for several days when he was writing the program, and this level was almost negligible.

He looked reluctantly at the book that was open in his hand, with some struggle on his eyes, and his slender and fair fingers jumped quickly on the screen:

【fine.】

【Will you finish reading this chapter before leaving.】

The other party did not reply again, and the mobile phone screen went from bright to dark again, and then became completely dark again.

When Mo Yi was about to continue to devote himself to the book wholeheartedly, suddenly something hard was stuffed into his palm.

The subtle sound of plastic sounded in the quiet library, which sounded quite clear.

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, spread his palm, and saw a piece of fruit candy lying in his palm. The bright and beautiful candy paper flashed with a shallow glass halo under the bright lights of the library.

Fruit candy.

He remembered the strange question and answer between the two after the second copy, and couldn't help but smile.

After peeling off the candy paper with your fingers, the round candies appeared, and under the light, it was crystal clear pink, and a light fruit aroma spread instantly.

Mo Yi stuffed candy into his mouth, his cheeks bulged in a round shape as he moved, and his indifferent and pale face brought a touch of approachable atmosphere of life.

A sweet smell instantly spread from the tip of his tongue, causing him to subconsciously squint his eyes and a little smile on his face.

——Strawberry flavor.

More than half an hour passed.

Mo Yi closed the book with some thoughts, then put the other books he had borrowed back on the bookshelf, sorted out a few books he had planned to borrow and continue reading, and stood up and walked towards the door of the library.

With the young librarian gaze hidden with excitement and admiration, Mo Yi skillfully put the book into his backpack with neat movements, then gave the other party a gentle smile, turned around and left the library.

Mo Yi subconsciously looked down at his watch, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

He never thought that he would achieve the achievement of working at sunrise and resting at sunset one day, and even regular meals and exercise every day.

In addition to the supervision of Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, the mist - now called Wen Chen - also made indelible contributions.

So, is he bound an old mom?

Mo Yi's expression was a bit subtle.

However, fortunately, this old mom is much more fooling than Shen Lei and Wang Zezhi, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to follow such a butler who can't get rid of anytime and anywhere.

Thinking of the "fitness meal" that Shen Lei forced him to eat and the formulation of a rigorous fitness plan, Mo Yi's muscles and joints began to ache again. He sighed and walked towards his apartment.

The lights in the apartment corridor were slightly dim. Mo Yi lowered his head and found the key. The subtle metal sound of the key and the door lock collided in the quiet corridor. He opened the door, changed his shoes at the entrance, and then walked into the room.

He reached out and turned on the headlights in the room, and the bright lights instantly illuminated the neat and unpopular room.
To be continued...