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

Chapter 194: Princess Carry, but Morax is carried by the princess.

Yuan Zhuoyue had imagined many times what the scene would be like when he officially met Morax for the first time.

Should she apologize frantically and explain her previous words and actions, saying that they were justified and not intended to offend?

Or should she confidently question Morax why an innocent and ordinary person like her was inexplicably stuffed into a body that did not belong to her?

But I didn't expect to face such a scene now.

The little golden cube that always chirped immediately floated in front of Yuan Zhuoyue's eyes, and shouted in a panic to the figure that Yuan Zhuoyue was holding in his arms, "Morax, what happened to you? Why did you fall down all of a sudden?!"

At this moment, he was held in Yuan Zhuoyue's arms, because he had suffered the effects of [filth] for a long period of time in the past.

The figure was too pale and thin. Even Yuan Zhuoyue, feeling the weight of the body in his arms and the touch of its bony bones, was stunned for a moment.

When she was still in this body, she didn't feel anything, but from the perspective of an observer, she assessed her own situation.

Yuan Zhuoyue had to admit that this state was completely a kind of pathological emaciation.

It does look a bit bad.

It’s no wonder that her good friends couldn’t help but show worried expressions when they looked at her.

Now the situation...

Could it be that her physical condition has deteriorated to the point where even Morax can't hold on?

As for the golden little cube, it kept calling out to the thin figure nestled in Yuan Zhuoyue's arms in a slightly impatient manner.

There was no immediate response. According to Yuan Zhuoyue's observation, the body now in her arms belonged to her.

Apart from the fact that she felt thin, there didn't seem to be any other major problems.

Yuan Zhuoyue made some simple assessments and felt his pulse, and finally concluded that his body, both breathing and pulse, were in a stable state.

Even on the pale, thin, bloodless face that should have belonged to him, there was no sign of pain, but his eyes were slightly closed and his eyebrows were drooping.

Is it okay? Or is Morax just too patient?

...She probably can't bear it very much. After all, her body is made of flesh and blood and will have some adverse reactions to external stimuli.

This kind of physiological change cannot be tolerated and does not mean that negative stimuli will not have any impact on the human body.

But... Morax is not an ordinary person, right? Normal people may not be able to adjust their heart rate, but for Morax, it shouldn't be difficult to adjust these indicators, right?

While Yuan Zhuoyue was thinking, Morax's current behavior was already abnormal and somewhat unnatural, was there really nothing wrong with it?

Morax then gave her another direct shock.

The figure, who had been nestling quietly in Yuan Zhuoyue's arms without any movement, moved his head slightly.

The next moment, the bloodless lips opened slightly, and what came out of them were not words.

First there was a slight cough, and then warm liquid flowed out from the slightly opened lips.

Yuan Zhuoyue felt that the front of her shirt was immediately soaked. The warm liquid immediately soaked through the fabric and stuck to the skin of her chest.

It was scorching and boiling, like a burning flame, quickly passing through the skin.

Gen Zhuoyue: “——?!!”

Yuan Zhuoyue's brain was still a little unresponsive at this time, until the strong smell of blood rushed straight into her nostrils, she suddenly woke up.

He immediately lowered his head to check the current situation of the figure in his arms.

But Yuan Zhuoyue found that both his breathing and pulse, as well as the peaceful expression on his face without any pain, were no different from before.

Except for that large area of ​​golden light that splashed on them and spread out.

There doesn't seem to be anything special.

But the problem is, the strong smell of blood that Yuan Zhuoyue smelled came from these bright and dazzling golden traces, which even emitted a sparkling light under the sunlight.

...Is that blood?!

After realizing that the golden liquid was actually blood, Yuan Zhuoyue didn't even bother to think.

Why is the blood vomited out from my body so dazzling like gold?

Yuan Zhuoyue just felt his head buzzing, and the current situation seemed a little bad.

Either it was me who vomited blood, or it was Morax who was using my body who vomited blood.

This doesn't seem like a wonderful thing.

If this situation happened just because of her physical condition, Yuan Zhuoyue felt that the breathing and heart rate of this body revealed basic vital signs.

All the circumstances are normal and it is not impossible to rescue the patient.

After all, there are actually many kinds of diseases that can cause vomiting blood, and some of them may be fatal.

However, there are some cases where life will not be endangered as long as the lesions and bleeding are controlled.

But if this vomiting of blood was caused by Morax himself, Yuan Zhuoyue felt that it was a serious problem.

Especially in this world, there are things called "filth", negative and negative forces that erode it, and cracks are all over the barriers outside the world.

That is, there is still a large wave of visitors from other worlds who are still in the dream, and quite a few of them are malicious towards humans.

Yuan Zhuoyue felt that the world she lived in was in a crisis of imminent destruction.

It was just that she had Morax holding her up before. If something unexpected happened to Morax that she was not aware of, he would fall down and lose his combat effectiveness.

And then she heard that it was up to her, a total newbie who was learning on the spot, and that little golden cube that looked like a beautiful piece of trash, to save her world?

Just thinking about it makes me feel like this world is going to end soon, okay! ?

Just when Yuan Zhuoyue, who was extremely anxious, had already started to take action, holding his own face, intending to open "his" eyelids to check the condition of his consciousness and pupils.