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

Chapter 513 Extraordinary Significance

He has spent more than a thousand years in this world and has never lacked patience or minded waiting.

Yuan Zhuoyue did not use it first. The mud embryo placed in the container was sprinkled with the golden blood of Morax.

Instead, he prioritized treating the wound in Morax's hand, moving it extremely gently and carefully.

Yuan Zhuoyue still held Morax's hand in his own, and then gently brushed his fingertips over the wound on his palm that was still oozing golden blood.

Then Morax immediately felt the pain coming from the palm of his hand, which was even more severe than when he was scratched by Yuan Zhuoyue just now.

Along with this pain came the wound from which blood was flowing. From the moment the pain spread, the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yuan Zhuoyue was not good at treatment, which Morax had known for a long time, but the pain from the treatment was a little far away for Morax.

From a very early time, a rift had gradually developed between him and Yuan Zhuoyue due to various coincidences. Yuan Zhuoyue was no longer as careful and cautious as she is now in wiping off his wounds.

Morax, who was suddenly "cared for" by Yuan Zhuoyue, was still a little uncomfortable and always felt in a trance.

In the next moment, the soft force that gently landed on his palm and brushed against him gently could accumulate strength and punch him in the face.

The current situation undoubtedly shows that Yuan Zhuoyue feels that he needs help from others.

Or it can be said that obtaining his blood is extremely important.

It was so important that Yuan Zhuoyue was willing to humble himself and express his goodwill in this way to achieve what he wanted.

But then, Yuan Zhuoyue, who had just been holding Morax's hand carefully, looked at the remaining golden traces gathered together in Morax's now healed palm.

He took action without any hesitation, grabbed Morax's hand, and pressed it into the container containing the clay embryo next to him.

Holding Morax's hand, he rubbed it back and forth on the clay mold stained with golden blood.

Yuan Zhuoyue did not stop his actions until the blood remaining in Morax's palm had been completely absorbed by the mud embryo.

He smiled at Morax and said, "So much blood has been shed. Let's not waste it."

After saying this, she didn't care about Morax's attitude and focused her attention on the mud mold again.

He completely ignored Morax.

From the moment he started kneading the lump of clay, he started working with great enthusiasm.

Morax did not disturb Yuan Zhuoyue, but just watched quietly from the side.

Let’s see what Yuan Zhuoyue wants to create with this piece of mud that is stained with his blood and carries her power.

Yuan Zhuoyue did not hide anything, so when he used the mixed porcelain clay to simply mold the outline of the required parts, he had not yet begun to carefully carve and polish them.

Morax had already seen that what Yuan Zhuoyue was going to create now should be a small puppet.

Although Morax didn't know what the doll that Yuan Zhuoyue was about to make meant to her.

But it can also be confirmed that this puppet, which has not yet been born from Yuan Zhuoyue's hands, must be of extraordinary significance to her.