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

Chapter 306 Variables

Morax held in his arms the baby who had a strange experience and was raised by demons and monsters.

Memories of the past suddenly came to my mind, and I couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Looking at that rosy little face, Morax finally sighed in his heart, at least this time, her parents and relatives are still there, and she doesn't have to go through that life of displacement...

Morax had no intention of staying here for too long. He intended to leave and had a few polite chats with the middle-aged woman, doing his best to save face. There was nothing wrong with his etiquette.

Only then did he successfully hand the sleeping baby in his arms back to the other person.

But before leaving, Morax looked at the spacious window of the ward. There was a gray bird squatting next to the window with a crack.

When the bird saw Morax coming towards it, it almost subconsciously squatted and dodged, hiding its small figure behind the window frame.

But after closing the window frame again, he slightly stuck his head out and looked into the ward.

Morax only took a quick glance, then retracted his gaze and walked towards the direction where Yuan Zhuoyue was.

But some slightly heavy emotions inevitably emerged in my heart.

Although Morax could see that the gray bird perching on the window was not just an ordinary bird, it was a disguised bird.

The gray-feathered bird that appeared in the window was actually the bluebird that had raised the baby. The fact that she came here on purpose at this moment was enough to explain many things...

Just like before, the half-demon girl named Xian Yan who inherited Bai Ze's power suddenly appeared before their eyes.

Morax originally thought that in this illusory world that has not yet been fixed in reality, there would not be so many variables.

But the current situation was still beyond his expectations. Those who had once followed Yuan Zhuoyue and were closest to her seemed to have recalled their past memories.

Then when will Yuan Zhuoyue finally remember everything she has experienced?

Morax hoped that it would be better to wait a little longer, at least to get through these most critical few days, after his adventure was over, regardless of whether the result was successful or not.

Whether Yuan Zhuoyue could recall his past memories or not was no longer an important matter at that time.

Morax did not want to force Yuan Zhuoyue on anything, nor did he want to oppress her nature, restrict her thoughts, and let her future develop as he envisioned.

Morax was just thinking that when everyone had a chance to start over, he should have ended his life on foot during the disaster and continued on.

No matter what the situation of Yuan Zhuoyue is at that time, what kind of thoughts does he have in his mind?

At least she had a choice, not forced to make it like before...

The birds that were originally staying outside the window had already left after seeing the figure in the house.

It was trying to peek its head in, and then it moved its little paws, as if it was trying to squeeze its body in through the narrow gap.

But this gray group of birds suddenly stopped their movements, turned their heads slightly, and moved their two little paws nervously, as if they were hesitating or wavering.

Then, the gray little bird suddenly seemed to make up its mind, and withdrew its head from the window gap.

He jumped down from the windowsill quickly and decisively, flapping his wings, and chased after the familiar scent.

The nimble figure drew an arc in the air and then landed lightly on the branch of a big tree.

The birds perched on the branches looked down at the road from above. There were two figures holding hands, with extraordinary looks and sharp golden eyes.

Then the bird that was perched on the branch tilted its head and stared at the two figures below with its round eyes.

As if he had mustered up his courage, he jumped down from the branch and rushed towards the direction where the two figures were.

But halfway through the journey, the little bird, which had turned itself into a cannonball, seemed to have other ideas.

It flapped its wings hard and flew back to the branch where it had stayed before.

But compared to the previous nimble figure, this time it seemed a little heavier. When the small body hit the branch again, the entire branch shook violently.

Then the bird flew back to the branch and grabbed the branch with its little claws.

The pair of slender bird claws were grabbing and releasing on this branch, moving back and forth on that branch.

It looked like this round, furry little ball was pacing back and forth on the branch.

This look fully reveals the confusion and hesitation in the heart of this little bird.

And when the two figures completely disappeared from sight, the little bird still couldn't figure out the answer.

Finally, he watched helplessly as two familiar figures gradually walked away from his sight.

The round gray-haired ball finally stopped pacing and squatted on the branch, with a dejected and decadent look on its whole body.

After staying on the branch for a while, the extremely conflicted bird flapped its wings again and returned to the windowsill where it had been hiding for a long time.

Inside the room was a woman who had just given birth and was in a rather weak condition, and a newborn baby.

The little gray-haired ball had actually been standing outside the window for a long time before Morax arrived, wondering whether or not to go in.

Until Morax arrived, he was startled by this unexpected situation and hid himself outside the window frame.

Although the little bird had been staying outside the window for quite some time at that time, it was also struggling for a long time.

But I still haven't made up my mind whether to enter the room?

And now it has returned to the windowsill of the ward. It seems that the bird has finally made up its mind and has successfully squeezed into the ward through the gap in the window.

In sharp contrast to the previous hesitation, the whole set of movements seemed neat, smooth and fluent.

A bird suddenly flew into the ward, but it did not attract anyone's attention, as if the bird, which had already landed on the guardrail beside the bed, could not be seen by anyone.

The baby who was originally held in someone's arms has now been placed back next to his mother.

The gray bird lowered its head and stared at the baby, which was born not long ago, for a long time.

Then he suddenly raised one of his wings, poked his head forward, and showed his bravery for a moment.

When the head retracted from under the wings, there was something new on the bird's beak.

In the bird's mouth was a longevity lock with exquisite workmanship and several bells hanging on it.

Then the bird with the longevity lock in its mouth jumped directly from the guardrail to the side of the baby.

He placed the longevity lock in his mouth on the baby, then lowered his head and gently rubbed the newborn's rosy cheek with his furry little head.