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

Chapter 516 Yes, we have a child

After hearing this, Morax remained unmoved, and continued to ask, "Why do you say that?"

Yuan Zhuoyue, however, closed his eyes, gasped as if realizing something belatedly, and said with a look of pain on his face, "...You were a bit too strong."

From her words and actions, Morax also understood the hidden meaning of Yuan Zhuoyue and knew that she was deliberately avoiding this topic.

He said no more, but silently took out a handkerchief and pressed it on the wound at the corner of Yuan Zhuoyue's eye, replacing the handkerchief that was soaked with blood.

While moving, Yuan Zhuoyue raised his hand to cover the corner of his eyes, touching the handkerchief that Morax had pressed on the wound.

The tacit understanding between them over the years allowed Morax to withdraw his hand and complete the handover very naturally, leaving Yuan Zhuoyue to cover the wound at the corner of his eye with a handkerchief at this moment.

The pressure to stop the bleeding seemed to have a significant effect, but after a while, the blood flow was no longer as violent as before.

Several breaths had passed since Yuan Zhuoyue held the brocade handkerchief in his hand, and no more blood had been seen coming out of it.

Morax used his eyes that were like the molten gold of the setting sun to look at Yuan Zhuoyue, who was extremely emotional but appeared unusually calm on the outside.

Yuan Zhuoyue covered the wound at the corner of his eye with one hand, lowered his head slightly, as if staring at the fragments scattered at his feet.

This allowed Morax to only see the top of her head, but he could not see the expression on her face. He could only try to read her thoughts from the movements of her limbs.

Morax then asked, "...I just took a look and saw that there are still some clay figures left. Do you want to continue today? I remember an old friend of mine also made dolls..."

Yuan Zhuoyue then slowly raised his head, first meeting Morax's gaze, and then calmly shifted his gaze.

He cast his gaze towards a container not far away where the clay embryos were stored and covered to keep them moist.

"I know who you're talking about. My needs are different from hers, and her methods and experience can't provide me with any help..." Yuan Zhuoyue shook his head gently, then exhaled slowly and whispered softly, "And... it's not necessary. Things don't happen three times, and it won't go as I wish... I'm just too greedy, wanting perfection..."

But when he said this, Yuan Zhuoyue suddenly stretched his body and stretched lazily.

His voice and expression changed from the previous heavy and slightly stiff tone to a more cheerful one: "With my abilities, there's no need to continue. Might as well preserve this last chance... Let's end it here."

Yuan Zhuoyue was reluctant to say much and was unwilling to reveal anything, but Morax was accustomed to such concealment.

At the beginning, there were no secrets between Yuan Zhuoyue and him.

Except that when facing him, Yuan Zhuoyue would not deliberately hide her emotions, and everything was written clearly on her face.

It was because Yuan Zhuoyue still trusted him that she would often talk to him a lot. Yuan Zhuoyue was happy to share with him some extremely trivial and insignificant things. With these, Morax could naturally see through Yuan Zhuoyue.

Later, a gap gradually arose, and when they looked at each other, it was like looking at flowers in the fog or the moon in the water, unable to see clearly or distinguish what was true or false.

Morax was silent for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared between his brows. He then asked softly, "You said before that after handing the gifts to the immortals, I would receive a gift that belongs to me when I return here..."

Morax hadn't finished speaking, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Yuan Zhuoyue seemed to be filled with exploration and doubt.

Yuan Zhuoyue was silent for a moment after hearing this. She covered the wound on her face and replied calmly, "The thing that exploded just now was... I originally wanted to give this gift to you, but unfortunately it didn't go my way."

At this point, Yuan Zhuoyue glanced at the debris on the ground and said jokingly, "Yes, there was once a child who was related to us by blood, but it's a pity that [He] was not born into the world..."

Many of the tentative words that Morax had not yet spoken were suddenly stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to continue speaking.

He was somewhat unsure whether what Yuan Zhuoyue had just said lightly was referring to a small doll simply made of clay mixed with their blood.

Or was it hinting at something in the past that he didn't know about...