After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 515 Silent Weeping

Under Yuan Zhuoyue's control, the golden flame turned into a furnace, confining the puppet he had just made and refining it.

Under the burning flames, the soulless clay body seemed to be injected with vitality, and quietly transformed amid the leaps of the flames.

The little doll in the flames was now like a fetus in the mother's womb, curled up into a small ball.

It seemed that once the flames subsided, this work carved by Yuan Zhuoyue himself, after being tempered, would be successfully born into the world.

The whole process was very ordinary. Apart from the dazzling golden flames, no other strange phenomena occurred. It seemed that everything in front of them was obvious, and there was nothing special about it that was worth mentioning.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Yuan Zhuoyue, who had been busy for a long time, finally got some results.

Morax heard a slight sound, clearly transmitted from the golden flame.

The sound was so clear and pleasant, like the ethereal sound made when gold and jade collide.

The sound was not unpleasant, but it confirmed the uneasy premonition that had been lingering in Morax's heart.

In a trance, he heard a short and weak cry, but then the crisp sounds like rain hitting duckweed and jade beads falling on a plate rang out one after another.

Morax was already wary of the abnormality displayed by Yuan Zhuoyue, and seeing this scene, he locked his gaze on Yuan Zhuoyue without hesitation.

The glow emitted by the golden flame blurred Yuan Zhuoyue's face, making it difficult for Morax to see the look in her eyes.

But unexpectedly, there was no obvious expression on Yuan Zhuoyue's face. The delicate face that was coated with golden light under the firelight was expressionless at this moment, so calm that it revealed a sense of coldness and indifference.

In stark contrast to the sharp and surging emotions Morax was feeling at the moment, there was an irreconcilable sense of disconnection.

But in this moment of distraction, Morax suddenly heard a loud bang. The little doll that was originally curled up in the flames and making fine cracking sounds suddenly exploded, and the tiny fragments instantly flew everywhere.

One of the fragments narrowly passed by the corner of Yuan Zhuoyue's eye and almost pierced her eye directly.

Even so, it left a scar at the corner of her eye, and golden blood immediately filled the scar and then overflowed.

Yuan Zhuoyue's reaction was very calm, and it was unclear whether his gaze was fixed on the fragments scattered on the ground, or looking at a certain place in the void.

His eyes were a little empty and lifeless, his face was indifferent, and he finally uttered a low voice: "As expected..."

But it was matched by the golden blood that flowed out from the wound at the corner of the eye, passed across the cheek, gathered at the jaw, and kept dripping down.

And the sharp and surging emotions made her look like she was crying silently with an expressionless face.

Morax didn't say any simple words of comfort. He tried to get closer and didn't feel any resistance from Yuan Zhuoyue.

He raised his hand and touched the wound at the corner of Yuan Zhuoyue's eye. This was the tacit understanding between them. When both parties were sober and rational, they had to protect their ally and keep the other party in an unharmed state and in a good condition to deal with any situation.

However, the spell cast by Morax had no effect on the wound at the corner of Yuan Zhuoyue's eye that was scratched by the flying debris.

The golden blood was still flowing out, but in a moment it had gathered into a pool of blood at Yuan Zhuoyue's feet.

Morax tried several more times and found that all the healing methods he knew had no effect on Yuan Zhuoyue.

He took out a piece of brocade handkerchief, folded it, and pressed it directly on the wound at the corner of Yuan Zhuoyue's eye, thus stopping the continuous trickling of blood.

But Morax could also feel the blood flowing out from the tiny wound, which soon soaked the handkerchief in his hand.

At this moment, Morax whispered, "...What exactly is going on?"

Yuan Zhuoyue pondered for a moment, then blurted out something completely irrelevant, "...Maybe it's because I'm incompatible with Him."