Chapter 127

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

His fingers holding Wen Chen's arm subconsciously tightened slightly, the cold skin under his fingertips tightly against his palms, and the slightly cold touch was transmitted to the brain along the nerve endings.

His eyes couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

It seems... someone in my memory once said to him-

"You can trust me."

Mo Yi suddenly came back to his senses, and instantly let go of Wen Chen's wrist as if he was burned.

His face turned pale, and his dark eyes stared at Wen Chen's face that looked a little blurry under the dim light, as if he wanted to find the strange trace that had just passed by his mind...

A sense of familiarity.

But the feeling just now was like a mud cow entering the sea and sinking into the depths of consciousness. No matter how much Mo Yi looked for, he could not find any trace, just like... it was just his illusion.

Mo Yi's lips were slightly pursed, and the lip line was tightened into a straight curve, looking like a string that was about to break.

He moved away the gaze locked on Wen Chen's face and gave up his unnecessary search.

However, the moment he looked away, Wen Chen suddenly took a step forward and narrowed the distance between the two.

He took Mo Yi's lips without warning, and the warm tongue tip flexibly pried open his teeth, and the slightly salty and fishy liquid flowed into Mo Yi's mouth along the tip of his tongue.

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

This kiss was over before Mo Yi could stop it.

Wen Chen, who was standing a few steps away, said calmly:

“Not to waste.”

Mo Yi stared at him in a daze, and couldn't help feeling powerless as his fist hit the cotton.

He grinded his teeth with some hatred, raised his hand in anger, and wiped his lips hard with the back of his hand.

The next second, Mo Yi realized how naive his behavior was, and a burst of enthusiasm suddenly emerged from his ears.

He pursed his red lips, then took a deep breath, moved his eyes away, and said with gritted teeth:

“…left.”

After saying that, Mo Yi turned around first and walked towards another direction in the hall with his steps as wind.

Wen Chen stood there and stared at Mo Yi's back that was swallowed by the darkness. His face that had just become vivid just now appeared in his mind again, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

The next second, he followed Mo Yi's departure in the direction he left.

When Wen Chen caught up with Mo Yi, he had completely calmed down his fluctuating emotions, and his pale face had completely restored his previous calmness and rationality.

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

He narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and his sharp eyes looked at the room in front of him in the direction of the flashlight moving.

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

Deep in the hall is a rotating wooden escalator, with old dust piled up on the marble handrails, and layers of spider webs tied to the handles of the stairs and the corners of the steps, dividing the light of the flashlight.

The escalator spiraled into the darkness and led to a dark second floor.

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze and slowly stepped forward. The floor under his feet made an empty squeak as he moved.

The circular aperture of the flashlight fell to a hidden corner below the stairs, where a locked door was covered in dust, and the door was tightly closed, looking like it led to the ground.

The rough door frame of the door was left with dry blood marks, which appeared a deep dark brown color under the light.

Mo Yi's eyes stayed on it for a moment.

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

Mo Yi turned his head to look at him after hearing this, then slowly shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"If the guess just now is correct, then the next game between her and Edwin is the one who will be a chess game. I will help but hurt her."

Wen Chen looked at him deeply and continued to ask: "Then what are you going to do now?"

Mo Yi turned his gaze and his dark eyes slowly narrowed: "Of course I'm going to help her complete the original purpose of entering this dungeon."

His face was solemn and he said softly:

"Based on my experience in the last dungeon, the confrontation with the dungeon boss will only end with the completion of side missions. The struggle between Jiang Yuanrou and Edwin is likely to be endless, so she lost the possibility of finding Jiang Yuanbai in this dungeon."

Mo Yi exhaled slowly, his palm holding the flashlight tightened slightly, and his fingertips slowly rubbed the metal shell of the flashlight:

"So, I can only look for him."

Wen Chen stared at him and suddenly spoke:

"You can't find it."

Mo Yi was stunned, turned his head to look at Wen Chen, and looked at him deeply: "...what does it mean?"

Wen Chen took a step forward, Ying Ting's deep face was exposed to the light, and her pair of light-colored eyes looked back:

"This game won't be found."

Mo Yi's brows slowly frowned. Before he could speak, Wen Chen continued to say:

"You shouldn't have entered this dungeon, but Jiang Yuanrou's props forced the game to put you in, so this is not completely a normal dungeon, so there are only two of you players."

Mo Yi's face became more and more serious.

Wen Chen slowly stepped forward again and whispered: "The game will not sell the spoils it has already obtained, so it will not let Jiang Yuanbai be found by you."

——Trophy.

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

Wen Chen's face turned pale again, his flickering light-colored eyes locked on Mo Yi's cheeks tightly, and he said:

"Jiang Yuanbai is neither born nor dead now. He exists, nor does he exist in this dungeon - as a player, it is impossible to find him.

But I can help you.”

Mo Yi looked back at Wen Chen's eyes, and his face was silent:

"what would you like?"

What do you need to repay for making such a sacrifice?

——After all, he cannot believe in unconditional efforts, or the so-called "love". Love itself is a false proposition, and it is an uncontrollable irrational behavior caused by hormones released in the biological brain.

What's more... the man standing in front of him can't even be considered a creature.

As he said before, trusting something did not exist from the beginning.

Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi and said slowly and seriously:

"A kiss."

A look of astonishment appeared on Mo Yi's face - he really didn't expect this.

He knew that he was a person who was so sensible that he was almost ruthless, and only he knew the cold-blooded essence he hid under the gentle appearance.

After all, how can a person who doesn’t even care about himself care about other people?

Therefore, Mo Yi actually has no obsession with saving Jiang Yuanbai or not. After all, even if he fails, he will not suffer much loss.

Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen in confusion and entanglement, as if he was looking at some alien creature that he could not understand.

But now he really cared a little-

Why is this? Why does this person look at him with such eyes?

That kind of look like he is the only important existence in this world, which is really strange.

Mo Yi is self-aware. He knows that he has no amazing charm that makes people fall in love with at the same time, or the strange beauty that makes people forget the world.

So, why is this?

——Or, does this have anything to do with the weird and familiarity he felt before?

Mo Yi looked at Wen Chen with an unpredictable look and answered:

"make a deal."

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

Mo Yi reached out and held him.

The temperature of the other party's palm was much lower than that of ordinary people. The cold fingers slowly closed, and they were properly pressed against Mo Yi's fingertips and palms, making them look tightly matched.

Wen Chen moved his eyes expressionlessly, clenched his fist to his lips, coughed softly, and then turned around and walked outward:

"Come with me."

During the movement, Mo Yi seemed to see the other party's slightly reddish ears hidden in his black hair.

Mo Yi lowered his eyes slightly, covered the dim look in his eyes, and then slowly followed.

The two walked to the door of the hall one by one.
To be continued...