Congratulations on Your Successful Escape

Chapter 127

Mo Yi didn't know what to say for a moment.

He sniffed the fingers of his arm and tightened subconsciously, the cold skin under his fingertips fit tightly with his palm, and the slightly cold touch was transmitted along the nerve endings to the brain.

His eyes could not help but be a little hesitant.

It seems ... who in memory remembered him before--

"You can trust me."

Mo Yi snapped back, as if he had been scalded to the point where he released his wrists.

His face was a little pale, a pair of dark eyes staring tightly at Wen Yan's face that was a little fuzzy in the dim light, and seemed to want to look for the strange trace that had just crossed his mind ...

Familiarity.

But just now it felt like the mud cow sinking into the depths of consciousness. No matter how much Mo Yi looked for, he couldn't find a trace, as if ... it was just his illusion.

Mo Yi's lips curled up slightly, the lip line tightened into a straight arc, looking like a string about to break.

He looked away from Wen Yan's face and gave up his useless search.

However, the moment he looked away, Wen Yan suddenly stepped forward and narrowed the distance between the two.

He covered Mo Yi's lips without any warning, the moist tongue tip flexed open his teeth, and the slightly salty liquid flowed into Mo Yi's mouth along the tip of his tongue.

Then before Mo Yi reacted, Wen Yan let go of him and took a step back in time.

This kiss has ended before it has time to stop.

I saw Wen Yan, who stood a few steps away, said calmly:

"Can't waste it."

Mo Yi stared at him dumbfounded, unable to help but have a sense of weakness with his fists on the cotton.

He grinds his teeth with a bit of hatred, raises his hands in anger and rubs his lips with the back of his hands.

The next second, Mo Yi realized how naive his behavior was, and he could not help but burst into enthusiasm instantly.

He pursed his rubbed red lips, took a deep breath, looked away, gritted his teeth and said:

"……gone."

After speaking, Mo Yi took the lead to turn around and walked in the other direction of the hall like a wind.

Wen Yan stood in place and stared at the back of Mo Yi's engulfed in darkness, and his face again appeared vividly in his mind, and he couldn't help but hook the corner of his lips.

The next second, he strode up in the direction Mo Yi left.

By the time Wen Wen caught up with Mo Yi, he had completely smoothed out some of his fluctuating emotions, and his pale face had completely restored his calmness and reason.

Mo Yi gently moved his wrist, and the light beam of the flashlight slowly moved in the room with his movement, illuminating the scene in the room in front of him.

He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and looked sharply at the room in front of the flashlight.

The floating dust floated under the pale lamppost of the flashlight, slowly moving in the solid darkness like a living bug.

Deep in the hall is a rotating wooden escalator. Aged dust accumulates on the marble handrails. Layers of cobwebs knot on the handles of the stairs and the corners of the steps, dividing the flashlight lights.

The escalator spun into the darkness, leading to a dark second floor.

Mo Yi retracted his gaze and slowly took a step forward. The floor under his feet made a hollow creak as he moved.

The circular aperture of the flashlight fell to a hidden corner under the staircase, where a locked door was hidden in the dust, and the door slammed tightly, as if it seemed to open to the ground.

Dried blood fingerprints remained on the rough door frame of that door, showing a deep dark brown under the light.

Mo Yi's eyes paused for a moment.

Wen Yan looked at him not far away and said, "Are you going to find Jiang Yuanrou?"

Mo Yi heard his words and turned his head to look at him, then slowly shook his head, Shen Sheng said:

"If the previous guess is correct, then the next game between her and Edwin is, and I will help her instead."

Wen Yan looked at him deeply and continued to ask, "What are you going to do now?"

Mo Yi turned her gaze, her dark eyes narrowed slowly: "Of course to help her accomplish the original purpose of entering this copy."

He looked dull and solemn, and said lowly:

"According to my experience in the previous copy, the confrontation with the boss of the copy will only end with the completion of the side mission. The struggle between Jiang Yuan's gentleness and Edwin is likely to endlessly, and she is lost in this The copy needs to look for the possibility of Jiang Yuanbai. "

Mo Yi exhaled slowly, holding the flashlight palm slightly tightened, his fingertips slowly rubbed the flashlight's metal casing:

"So, I can only look for him."

Wen Yan stared at him, and said coldly:

"You can't find it."

Mo Yi froze, turned to look at Wen Yan, eyes deep in his eyes: "... what do you mean?"

Wen Yan took a step forward, Ying Ying's deep face was exposed to the light, and her pale eyes looked back:

"This game won't let you find it."

Mo Yi's eyebrows narrowed slowly. Before he could say anything, he only heard that Wen continued:

"You shouldn't have entered this copy, but Jiang Yuanrou's props made the game have to put you in, so this is not exactly a normal copy, so there will only be you two players."

Mo Yi's face became more solemn.

Wen Yan slowly took another step forward, and whispered, "The game will not transfer the loot it has obtained, so it will not let Jiang Yuanbai be found by you."

-Loot.

Mo Yi noticed Wen Yi's words sharply and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wen Yan's complexion became pale again, and his twinkling light-colored eyes tightly locked Mo Yi's cheek, and he said:

"Jiang Yuanbai is not alive or dead. He exists and does not exist in this copy-as a player, it is impossible to find him.

But I can help you. "

Mo Yi looked back into Wen Yan's eyes, his face was smooth:

"what would you like?"

What do you need in return for such a sacrifice?

-After all, he can't believe in giving unconditionally, or the so-called "love". Love itself is a pseudo-proposition, an uncontrolled irrational behavior caused by hormones released in biological brains.

What's more ... the man standing in front of him is not even a creature.

As he said before, trusting this kind of thing didn't exist from the beginning.

Wen Yan stared at Mo Yi slowly and seriously:

"a kiss."

Mo Yi's face could not help but appear a stunned look-this he really did not expect.

He knows that he is a rational and almost ruthless person, and only he knows the cold-blooded substance hiding under the mild appearance.

After all, how can a person who doesn't even care about himself give much attention to others.

Therefore, Mo Yi did not have much obsession with saving Jiang Yuanbai. After all, even if he failed, there was not much loss to him.

Mo Yi looked at Wen Yan confusedly and entangled, as if looking at an alien creature he could not understand.

But he really cares about it now--

Why on earth? Why does this person look at him with this look?

That kind of ... It's just weird like he's the only important being in this world.

Mo Yi has a self-knowledge. He knows that he has absolutely no amazing charm that people can fall in love with at first sight, or a strange beauty that is so forgetful.

So why is this?

——Or is it related to the strange and familiar feeling he had felt before?

Mo Yi's eyes looked inexplicably toward Wen Yan, and he replied:

"The deal."

Wen Yan bent his eyes, and the light-colored eyes seemed to be filled with mist. He took a step back, opened the distance between the two, and then extended his right hand.

Mo Yi reached out and shook hands with him.

The temperature of the opponent's palm is much lower than that of ordinary people, and the cold fingers are slowly gathered together, and they are close to Mo Yi's fingertips and palm, tightly fitting.

Wen Yan looked away expressionlessly, fisted to his lips, coughed low, and then turned and walked outward:

"follow me."

During the movement, Mo Yi seemed to see the other side's red ears hiding in the black hair.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, covering the dull look in his eyes, then raised his foot and slowly followed.

The two walked to the door of the hall.

The old house has been in disrepair for years, and the door frame has almost completely decayed. The two rickety door panels fell on the rusty door shaft, and fine dust and sawdust fell from the top door frame. .

Wen Yan looked up and pushed open the wooden door.

There was a hoarse groaning groan from the broken door panel, and then slowly opened to both sides, exposing the scene outside the old house.

At the top of the head is a light blue countdown, and the seconds at the end go back silently and slowly, as if you can hear the passage of time.

There are more than twenty minutes left.

Outside the old house is a barren empty space, like the same circle of decorative objects perfectly surrounding this gloomy house.

Outside the open space was a thick, inexpressible darkness, as if it could swallow all the light, and surrounded the whole open space in a dangerous and silent way.

There was a dead silence beside me, except for the sound of stepping on the dry soil under my feet.

Every time Wen Yan took a step forward, his face became pale.

He turned his face slightly, as if avoiding Mo Yi's sight a few steps behind him.

The two stopped at the junction of darkness and the ground. The darkness in front of them slowly changed as if flowing, and it seemed as if they were condensed into a solid mist.

Wen Yan raised his hand, and every movement of him slowly became visible to the naked eye, as if a heavy weight was pulling him.

He clenched his teeth and gently moved his fingers.

The darkness in front of me seemed to be suddenly summoned apart, showing a way.

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