Chapter 198

Mo Yi stared at Wen Chen silently for a while, then bent his fingers and tapped him hard on the forehead.

"!"

Wen Chen was caught off guard and his fierce words were stuck in his throat before he could say them. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the place where he was knocked and looked at Mo Yi blankly.

"Calm down?"

Wen Chen blinked in confusion. Seeing him like this, Mo Yi couldn't help but feel helpless. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, then reached out to pull Wen Chen's neckline and pulled him over, and kissed him perfunctorily on his lips:

"What about now?"

Wen Chen's face turned red with the naked eye. He pretended to be calm and coughed softly:

“…Another, another one is enough.”

Mo Yi laughed out loud. He reached out and gently wiped away the remaining blood on Wen Chen's chin, then leaned over and licked Wen Chen's lips, then sucked his lower lip slightly, his voice soft and low:

“Is it enough now?”

Wen Chen was fascinated by Mo Yi's rare tenderness and nodded in a daze. The sharp aura on his body seemed to be soothed in an instant, and the cold and sharp madness that could cut people was smoothed out. As his emotions stabilized, the thick milky white mist in the room stopped silently roaring and whirlpool surging, flowing softly in the room, as if the clouds were cleared and rained. The air slowly became clear and thin, and the visibility in front of him gradually increased.

Mo Yi held Wen Chen who was still preparing to come up, pulled the distance between the two of them apart, and then suddenly said seriously:

"By the way...about this ring..."

Hearing this, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Wen Chen's light gray eyes, and the tense lip bow lines were sharp. His eyes swept over the ring with a slightly red light reflected on Mo Yi's fingers, and then he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. His expression became solemn and his brows slowly tightened:

"wrong……"

Mo Yi raised his hand and showed Wen Chen the ring on his finger: "You also found something wrong, did you?"

The expression in Wen Chen's eyes gradually became tense. He turned his head and looked at Mo Yi suddenly, his teeth clenched, and a slightly hoarse voice seemed to squeeze out from his teeth: "...I can feel that it... is very evil."

“And…it’s very powerful.”

Wen Chen's face was particularly solemn, his voice was light, and he asked with almost unaware hope: "Can you still take it off now?"

Mo Yi sighed and shook his head slowly.

Wen Chen's incredible shock expression had not yet faded, and his face was as heavy as water could drip out. His fingers gradually tightened, his pale knuckles were abnormally blue and white, and his voice was tight and trembling: "...I didn't notice..."

Mo Yi shook his head, raised his hand and rubbed the remaining blood on Wen Chen's lips, and sighed softly:

"It's not your fault. The ability of this ring is to bewitch people's minds and reduce people's judgment."

This house itself is part of the ring, even its concreteness. After entering this dungeon, the player is actually falling into an emotional vortex woven by the ring.

Especially when he was directly affected by the ring and entered the illusion created by the ring, the first time Mo Yi was wearing a ring on the bed, and Wen Chen, who was originally very sensitive to his emotions, had no feeling at all. The second time Mo Yi was wearing a ring in the side effects of using props. The movements that should have been very obvious did not make Wen Chen, who was hugging him, noticed it, but he had never noticed such obvious strangeness. The two of them seemed to be blindfolded and ignorant.

Even if I think about it now, Mo Yi couldn't help but feel regretful.

He paused and continued, "...the deeper the love is, the greater the impact of the person, especially when the ring's ability is magnified, and he can even choose the object it wants to affect... and I suspect that the reason why it chose me may also be related to this."

"No." Wen Chen shook his head with a serious expression, his eyes were still locked tightly on the ring on Mo Yi's finger, and his voice was low:

"The conditions required for selecting a host for this kind of object are much more complicated than "whether it is easy to start". After all, even if you are affected, you will be more wary and more difficult to erode than other players in the dungeon. Its starting point is darker and profitable..."

Wen Chen raised his eyes and stared at Mo Yi's eyes and said softly: "What it wants is your soul."

His eyes were slightly dark, and the dark gray of steel looked like the gloomy sky before the rain: "I could hear its whisper, it kept saying: It was so hungry, so fragrant..."

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly condensed, and his lips slowly tightened.

So, there is a certain characteristic in your soul that a ring wants to swallow...what would it be?

He looked up at Wen Chen who was standing in front of him, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind:

——Will it be related to the experience that Wen Chen remembers but has no impression of him?

Before he could think deeply, Wen Chen seemed to suddenly think of something, glanced at Mo Yi quickly without any trace, and then asked inadvertently: "By the way, you said just now, the more affected people with deeper love will be, right?"

Mo Yi nodded without any awareness.

Wen Chen coughed softly, turned his eyes away, and said something in a low and quick voice.

But Mo Yi didn't hear it clearly, so he looked up at him with some confusion and asked, "Hmm? What did you say?"

Wen Chen's ear tip was a little red, and his voice was a little louder than before: "So... have you been affected?"

Mo Yi: "..." This focus is tilted into the sea, right???

Wen Chen's love brain has become more serious recently, is it because of the ring?!

He sighed slowly speechlessly, shook his head and turned to walk out, but Wen Chen did not let go of this topic, followed Mo Yi tightly, and continued to ask the same question without discouragement. Mo Yi was so annoyed by his perseverance that he finally stopped and turned to look at him, saying with some headache:

"Are you too much influenced by the ring?"

To his surprise, Wen Chen nodded generously without any concealment: "Yes."

"After all..." His light-colored eyes stared at Mo Yi affectionately, and his voice was gentle: "You made me fascinated."

Mo Yi was stunned for a moment, turned around and continued walking out, his pace was a little faster than before, and he looked a little like running away in panic.

Wen Chen quickly chased after him, but only heard Mo Yi throw a sentence reluctantly:

“…it’s only a little bit.”

Wen Chen paused slightly, and after reacting for a while, he realized that this was the answer to his question just now.

The corners of his lips rose uncontrollably, and then accelerated his pace and followed.

As the two passed by the butler who was still staying in the room, Mo Yi's eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, and his brows frowned slightly - the butler stood silently on one side of the room, and his pale and stiff face was still as emotionally changed and fluctuated as usual, as if it was part of the room, but Mo Yi noticed that his face seemed to have changed a little from before, as if his face was also changing with the melting of the entire pigment.

Mo Yi raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized that the appearance of the butler in front of him was just one of his forms, and it could also change according to the different ring hosts, just like the materials of the house changed from pigments to codes.

He subconsciously touched his wrist gently. The skin on his wrist was soft and smooth, without any trace of ups and downs, as if the light blue strap on it was just a decoration.

Wen Chen's eyes swept over the butler, looked at Mo Yi and asked, "What are you going to do with him?"

The butler is still useful now. Mo Yi has not fully understood this dungeon. Although the information the butler said is not fully trusted, it is still quite effective in his ability to conclude the entire dungeon.

Mo Yi looked at the butler's expressionless pale face and said loudly: "Don't call me the master when you are outside, everything else will be the same."

The butler bowed deeply, his movements were elegant and standard, and he replied respectfully: "Yes."

The melting traces of the pigments on the walls around me seemed to be even more obvious. The scarlet pigments slowly flowed down the vertical walls, mixed with the black and white pigments. Everything around me was slowly deforming and distorting, as if it was a surreal dream, slowly losing its previous shape and state, and the ugly and wetland collapsed downwards.

They thought about walking outside the door together. There was still a big hole that Wen Chen had just broken open on the brass door, hanging on the door frame in a shaky way. The oil paintings were dropped on the ground, the photo frames and canvas were separated, and wet was soaked by the paint gradually gathering on the ground.

Mo Yi reached out and pushed open the shaking broken door. The metal door that should have been hard and cold under his palm also became wet and soft, and the feeling of touch was very uncomfortable.

Outside the door was a corridor made of broken pigment pieces, as if swept by the wind, and looked chaotic. Mo Yizai looked carefully for a long time before recognizing it. The corridor in front of her should be the road that entered the dance hall on the night of the next day.

The paint in the corridor has basically been semi-melt and sticks to the carpet wet, as if it were a swamp, making it difficult to get out of your feet.

Mo Yi walked forward with the paint accumulated in the corridor. His pale face looked gloomy and calm, as if he was not facing a huge crisis of life and death.

If... the reason why the ring coveted his soul was really related to the memory he lost.

Things became interesting.

No matter how Wen Chen tried to resist the invasion and punishment of the game, he could not express a word to himself that memory. If the ring tried to touch this memory, or even dig out the most paranoid thing from it, and then tempt himself and devour his soul, the two would inevitably conflict.

According to the current performance, the ring is evil and ancient and powerful. Even Wen Chen, one of the game bosses, cannot be immune to it. However, the ring should still be weaker than the game itself. After all, it has been included in the dungeons in the game and has increased the power of the game to it.

But…even though it’s so much weaker than the game, the ring still tries to take risks.
Chapter completed!