Chapter 86

Mo Yi turned on the faucet, and the cold water flow splashed on the smooth porcelain-white sink. The splashing crystal water droplets were the broken reflection of the light above his head. He stretched his palm into the water flow, and the cold water column slid down his fingers along his knuckles, with a slight impact pain.

The water flow slowly becomes warm and then becomes hot again.

The snow-white mist slowly rose from the pool, and the pale backs and fingertips were slightly red with hot water.

Mo Yi held the water and washed his face. The slightly hot water temperature awakened every inch of his skin on his face, and slowly spread deep into the flesh along the place where his fingertips touched his face.

Even after breaking out of the dungeon, the cold that came out of the gaps in the bones caused by blood loss still did not disappear, as if the cold wind was poured into the inside of the body, the fatigue and coldness spreading out from the soul.

A nearly dying experience.

He was strong enough to prevent him from showing any strangeness in front of others, even though his cold fingertips were trembling.

Mo Yi took the towel hanging next to the sink and wiped his face, feeling that his peripheral nerves were slightly warmed up due to hot water, so he let out a long breath, and then took off his coat.

The warm water vapor condensed into tiny drops of water on his skin, sparkling under the light.

Mo Yi's eyes were stunned and stayed somewhere in the mirror - the ribbon as a gift bag of novice was still wrapped around his wrist.

He lowered his head and untied the ribbon from his wrist.

The water-like fabric carried the slightly warm body temperature of his body, sliding down from his fingers, untiing it easily.

Mo Yi was about to put it on the toilet aside, but he couldn't help but pause.

The silver-white fabric rose into a blood mark as he flipped, as if it was a sudden blood on the smooth snow, and it seemed like a red fish rolling among the snow-white waves.

He was stunned: It is logical that the blood in the dungeon will not be left on the player's clothes.

Mo Yi unfolded the long ribbon and saw a few bright red silk threads running through the shiny silver-white surface, from one end to the other, running through the entire ribbon, looking particularly beautiful and beautiful.

He counted and found three red silks in total.

——And he happened to enter the dungeon three times.

Mo Yi pursed his pale lips, his blood-free face evaporated from the heat, and his dark black eyes were bright and moistened by the steam.

interesting.

He curled his lips, placed the ribbon on the washstand, then raised his legs and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

The turbulent and warm water flow fell from his head, dyeing his cold skin a little warmth and dispelling the sticky feeling brought by the sweat on his body.

Mo Yi opened the bathroom door, and the warm water vapor spread out along the opened door with a faint fragrance of shampoo. The wet black hair was pressed on his cheeks, dripping with chains of water droplets down.

He looked up at his bedside.

I saw the mist still sitting there, with the extremely aggressive facial features with no expression, the eyelids were slightly drooping, and the slender and pale fingers were drawing on the lit screen.

The childish greedy snake sound effect looks quite abrupt in the empty room.

Mo Yi was a little amused and crying for a moment. He really didn't expect the other party to be so obedient and greedy for the snake to wait for him to finish taking a shower.

It seemed that he could sense the movement at the bathroom door. The fog raised his head and looked at him. His fingers stopped moving. The sound of the snake biting its tail sounded - gameover.

Mo Yi suddenly became interested. He covered his towel on his head, wiped his dripping hair casually, then walked to the fog, and pulled out his cell phone from the other party's hand.

He raised his chin: "Go a little over there."

The mist was stunned and subconsciously moved to the edge of the bed.

Mo Yi sat down next to the fog, his fingers, which were warmed by water vapor, held the cold metal shell of his phone, and his slender fingers clicked on the screen, and started a new game of greedy snakes.

The pale fingertips were slightly moist, and they were light pink because they had just finished taking a shower. They flexibly leaped on the screen of the phone, and their reaction speed was surprisingly quick.

The fog-light gray eyes were slightly darker, and I looked at him intently.

Mo Yi lowered his head, and his damp black hair stuck to his fair face, his lips tightened, and his deep black eyes stared at a small screen in his hand without distraction. There was light and shadow flashing deep in his pupils.

He had a warm and humid smell after taking a shower, mixed with the light fragrance of shampoo, and smelled like the grass in the forest after the rain, and was steamed with warm water vapor.

The foggy eyes flashed slightly, and they approached a little without a trace.

A shallow heat came from the limbs that the two of them were accidentally approaching. Mo Yiqing's shallow and regular breathing could be heard in his ears, and the fine golden fluff on his side face could be seen in the morning light.

A slight smile flashed in the misty eyes, and he lowered his head and stared at the screen that was shining in Mo Yi's hand.

The quiet room was filled with monotonous game sounds, which sounded quite funny.

Two normal-sized adults squeezed into a bed and stared at the black and white snake interface on the screen, watching and playing, which was very childish.

Mo Yi's fingers finally hit the screen a few times. The greedy snake with a long body in the black and white pixels on the screen finally filled the entire game box. Then the game interface flashed, and cheerful notes jumped out:

youwin!

Mo Yi curled the corners of his lips, showed a smile, raised his hand to show Wu Qi the screen in his hand.

The dark eyes were lit up by simple happiness and looked almost childish.

He threw the phone he had been warmed up to the fog again, then stood up, moved his somewhat stiff shoulders, and said:

"This kind of pixel-style game is still more comfortable to play in the old-style flip phone, but unfortunately, both the phone and this game are gone now."

Mo Yi paused and explained:

"I program and import the snake in my phone. Although it is difficult to play a lot on the touch screen interface, it is easy to use after getting used to it."

Mo Yi bent down and picked up the wet towel he threw on the bed casually. A small dark water mark was stained with the wet towel on the wrinkled and soft bed, which made him frown slightly.

He seemed to remember something and looked up at the fog: "Do you want it? Cell phone?"

Mo Yi thought about it and added: "Don't worry about money."

As a world-class former hacker, in his eyes, money is just a string of meaningless numbers in his bank card. He doesn't even need to take action. The money he earned before retirement is enough for him to squander for several lifetimes.

But he doesn't have much material desires, so he has basically not used it much in recent years.

Before Wu Qi could answer, Mo Yi shook his head first and said:

"There are too many restrictions on the market and it is not safe. I'd better customize one for you."

A depressing smile flashed in the misty eyes. He stood up and took the wet towel from Mo Yi's hand. His slender fingers moved slightly, and the water vapor instantly took off from it, and the surface of the towel became dry and soft again.

He put the dry towel on Mo Yi's semi-wet head and wiped his hair naturally:

"Same as yours?"

Mo Yi was confused by the towel that was suddenly thrown on his head, and subconsciously leaned back to avoid the palms pressed down by the fog.

"Yes...it's OK."

The foggy facial features were slightly soft, and the light gray eyes narrowed with satisfaction:

"That's good."

Mo Yi subconsciously held the towel on his head, wiped his half-dry hair, and then took the dry towel off his head, and twisted the fluffy fluff with his fingers in a strange way:

"Can you dry it?"

The mist nodded.

A trace of interest flashed across Mo Yi's face. He looked up at the fog and asked with interest:

"Besides this, what else can you do in the real world?"

The other party shook his head and replied calmly: "No, I don't have enough power in the real world, and it's already a challenge to maintain the appearance of an entity."

Mo Yi touched the dry towel on the bottom of his finger with a pity, and did not continue to ask about this topic anymore. He just put it on his shoulder casually, and then asked while walking outward:

"What do you need to eat in your current state?"

Behind him, the other party's magnetic sound seemed to have a metal texture: "No need."

Mo Yi's steps towards the outside suddenly stopped. He seemed to remember something, turned around and looked at the mist that was still standing by the bed, and slowly frowned:

"Since we're going to be bound together for a long time later, what should I call you after that?"

He still remembered that at the beginning of the last copy, he asked the name of the fog, and his answer was:

【I don't have a name.】

The fog turned back to the sunlight all over the window, and the edges of his slender and straight body were slightly blurred in the light. He smiled softly and replied:

"It will be all right."

Mo Yi frowned and asked inadvertently:

"I remember when I was in the first copy, the prompt to you in the game was Nameless Mist, but... you shouldn't be the outer god in Cthulhu mythology?"

The mist nodded.

Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was slightly relaxed from the first copy - based on his understanding of the old gods and external gods and old dominators in Cthulhu mythology, if the other party was really a nameless fog, he should have been worried about the fate of the entire human race.

He originally wanted to continue asking questions along this topic, but after he spoke, he found that he could not continue to speak.

——This game is stopping him from continuing to explore.

Mo Yi's eyebrows and eyes were slightly dark, but it finally solved a hidden danger that he had been worried for a long time, so he was in a good mood.

He quickly adjusted his mindset, changed the topic and spoke again:

"So... maybe you can think of a name yourself?"

The mist still had a calm and indifferent expression, but his light gray eyes stared at Mo Yi intently, with a slight smile, he said lightly:
Chapter completed!