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

Chapter 254: This thing is a marriage contract? ? ?

Although Yuan Zhuoyue didn't know what the clay doll represented, she was familiar with the customs of these "ethnic minorities".

Naturally, you won't take anything given by the other party without hesitation, so as to avoid accidentally breaking any taboos.

Because she had experienced this before, when she was traveling and went to buy medicine for a companion who was sick, the employees in the pharmacy gave her many instructions.

It is said that in their place, one must never say "drink medicine" but "take medicine" instead, so as to avoid her violating the local taboo unknowingly.

Yuan Zhuoyue didn't understand, but still expressed respect, probably because the difference of one word represented some completely different meanings.

It's just a matter of changing the way he says things, and he may not necessarily discuss taking medicine with his friends in public.

So the young and beautiful girl wearing black and blue clothes and silver jewelry ran up to her.

When he enthusiastically wanted to give her the little clay figurine in her arms, Yuan Zhuoyue had no intention of taking it.

I was even thinking about how to successfully decline this seemingly extraordinary gift.

Although she was shallow and poor in knowledge, the bonfire she lit here and her clothes were extremely exquisite, and her body was covered with silver ornaments that looked complicated and gorgeous.

In the real world, if there are ethnic minorities, they will wear bright and colorful clothes and pile up layers of silver jewelry that represent their national characteristics on their bodies.

And also at night, gathered around the campfire.

It is very likely that this is a performance to showcase the local cultural characteristics and customs to tourists and to improve economic efficiency.

But in the dream realm, such a bonfire party should not be just a performance...

So from the very beginning, Yuan Zhuoyue had no intention of taking the clay doll from the girl's hand.

However, Morax's intense reaction to this was somewhat beyond Yuan Zhuoyue's expectations.

But this reaction also made Yuan Zhuoyue certain that the clay doll that the girl in front of her was going to give her did have an extraordinary meaning.

Yuan Zhuoyue immediately turned his head and looked at Morax, who was holding up his shell and had walked to his side. His eyes were full of questions and curiosity.

She was waiting for Morax to answer her questions and tell her what the clay doll represented at this moment.

The girl in black and blue clothes, covered with silver ornaments, turned her gaze to Morax when she heard the shout.

Then, the gaze of those bright eyes moved back and forth between Yuan Zhuoyue and Morax.

Then, his expression immediately dimmed, and there was a clear look of disappointment on his face. The bright smile immediately faded, and the blush on his face also faded a lot.

Then the girl in black and blue robes and silver ornaments whispered something in the language of their tribe.

Then Yuan Zhuoyue saw the girl in front of him, who showed an expression as if she had made up her mind, and suddenly took a step forward.

Yuan Zhuoyue remembered Morax's stop and took a step back almost subconsciously. Seeing that the situation was not right, Morax immediately stood in front of Yuan Zhuoyue.

But to their surprise, the target chosen by this beautiful girl covered in silver ornaments was not Yuan Zhuoyue, who had been her favorite at first sight, but was wearing the shell of Morax.

Instead, he stood between the two of them, trying to turn his frail body into a barrier, Morax.

The girl in black and blue clothes, with jingling silver ornaments on her body, stuffed the pair of clay dolls in her arms directly into Morax's arms at lightning speed.

Even though Morax felt that he was well prepared, he still felt that he was not prepared enough. Even the expression on his pale and bloodless face was still calm and peaceful.

There was a flash of astonishment and surprise in those bright golden eyes, and it was obvious that he had not expected such a situation to happen.

The girl in black and blue clothes successfully gave away the pair of clay dolls in her arms, and then ran to her companions with her silver jewelry jingling on her body.

Then he came to a woman who was dressed more solemnly than them and looked more mature and intellectual.

He waved his arms at them, then put his hands to his face, making a trumpet shape, and shouted something to them in an incomprehensible language.

Then he opened his arms, hugged the woman, buried himself in her arms, looking sad and seeking comfort.

The mature and intellectual woman showed a gentle smile on her face, lowered her head slightly, and whispered a few words in the ear of the black and blue girl.

Then he raised his hand and touched the part of the girl's head that was not wearing silver jewelry, as if in a comforting gesture.

Such a sudden change did indeed make Yuan Zhuoyue a little confused, but at this moment her curious eyes had already fallen on the pair of clay dolls that were currently held in Morax's arms.

Although it looks like it is just made of fired clay, some details on the body are extremely delicate. It can be seen that they are a man and a woman, and they are wearing relatively gorgeous clothes.

However, the facial expressions of the two dolls are both smiling with eyes closed.

Yuan Zhuoyue stretched out his hand, wanting to take one of them in his hand and examine it carefully.

Before his fingertips touched the clay doll, Morax shouted at him, saying in a rather harsh tone: "Stop."

After seeing Yuan Zhuoyue suddenly stop his actions, Morax's stern expression eased a little, and his tone returned to its usual calm and peaceful state.

He added in a low voice: "Don't touch it casually."

Yuan Zhuoyue withdrew his hand somewhat embarrassedly, and quietly defended himself: "I thought the things had already been in your hands, so if I touched it again, there would be no taboo... I will be more careful next time."

Morax said nothing, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the pair of dolls in his hands. The subtle expression he revealed seemed to show that he felt that the things that were rashly put into his hands were a little difficult to handle.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhuoyue became even more curious about the meaning of the clay dolls, so he asked directly: "Is there something wrong with this doll? Why do you always look like you are facing a great enemy?"

Hearing this, Morax looked up at her and replied in a gentle and calm voice: "...This is a marriage contract."

Yuan Zhuoyue nodded in understanding: "Oh, so this is - a marriage contract??!"

That indifferent expression only lasted halfway, until Morax's words entered her mind and began to make her think.

Yuan Zhuoyue could no longer maintain his usual calm and peaceful expression, now his face was full of questions and surprise.

She raised her hand and pointed at the pair of clay dolls that Morax was holding in his arms, and said in disbelief, "You said this thing is a marriage contract???"

Morax nodded slightly: "Indeed."

Yuan Zhuoyue took a step back without hesitation: "Judging from your performance, can the marriage contract be established just by touching this thing?"

Morax continued to nod, confirming Yuan Zhuoyue's idea: "Not bad."

Yuan Zhuoyue retreated further away: "Then quickly put this thing away!"

Morax didn't care too much about Yuan Zhuoyue's vicious attitude. As she wished, she followed suit and made the pair of clay dolls disappear in front of Yuan Zhuoyue.

Seeing that the clay dolls had been properly taken care of by Morax, Yuan Zhuoyue came forward and complained to Morax in a low voice: "...How can she give such 'dangerous' things to everyone she sees? And now she has given the pair of clay dolls to you, is there really no problem?"

Fortunately, Morax spoke up in time to stop her, and she listened to others' advice and stopped in time.

It didn't happen that she used the shell of Morax to give someone else a wife for no reason.

"The doll represents a special meaning, so she certainly wouldn't just give it away randomly." Morax replied in her usual calm and gentle voice: "If it's a woman, she can give the female doll to the man she likes. If he accepts it, it means he has accepted the marriage proposal. If it's a man, she can give the male doll..."