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

Chapter 325 Answered

Yuan Zhuoyue could hardly hold back a groan of pain.

The pain that swept over her at this moment was even more intense than when she was deeply troubled by those [filth] in the past.

Yuan Zhuoyue almost subconsciously wanted to struggle, trying to free himself from the burning pain. His originally limp limbs began to twist due to extreme pain.

However, Yuan Zhuoyue did not succeed in escaping from Morax's hands. The weakness caused by excessive blood loss still affects her today.

Her struggle now was unable to break free from Morax's shackles, so she subconsciously tried to mobilize the strength in her body to break free from the current restraints.

However, she discovered that the power that used to flow through her body like a torrent has now subsided.

It's like a pool of stagnant water that has been accumulating for a long time.

It was not until this moment that Yuan Zhuoyue, who was almost overwhelmed by the pain, calmed down a little.

The stagnant thoughts began to function normally again, and he began to recall.

It seemed to have started from the time Morax dripped his blood into her wound...or maybe even earlier.

When he poured his power into her already dried-up blood vessels, the strength that was once at her disposal was restricted.

Now, Yuan Zhuoyue had completely lost the power to resist. He felt as if his blood vessels and meridians were being burned by fire. He was completely unable to move under the shackles of Morax.

As for the way to deal with the struggling Yuan Zhuoyue, Morax loosened the shackles a little when her resistance weakened a little.

Then he adjusted his posture once again, and now Yuan Zhuoyue was lying in his arms with her back resting on his chest.

He let her face him, and then let Yuan Zhuoyue's head, which was now covered with cold sweat, rest on his shoulder.

Hearing the extremely restrained moans and cries of pain, Morax raised his hand and gently brushed across Yuan Zhuoyue's background.

It seemed that this soothing attitude was trying to ease the pain that was like a raging fire burning in her body.

Under the influence of severe pain, Yuan Zhuoyue was unable to pay too much attention to the situation in the outside world, and did not know exactly what Morax was doing now.

She just felt that she was going to end up reduced to ashes in the agony of being burned by fire.

In such a painful feeling, Yuan Zhuoyue could clearly feel that his originally clear consciousness began to blur again.

In a trance, she seemed to hear Morax's voice again.

That low, gentle, and steady voice that seemed to be able to bring others a sense of peace of mind rang in her ears: "Concentrate and calm your mind, don't fall asleep... Just hold on for a moment, and it will be over."

But Yuan Zhuoyue felt that every minute and every second now was a long torture for her. This boundless pain seemed to have no end at this moment.

After a moment, Yuan Zhuoyue felt as if he heard Morax's voice again, but he could not hear clearly what he said.

But in a trance, Yuan Zhuoyue felt that the pain she felt seemed to have eased a little compared to before.

It made her extremely chaotic brain temporarily clear for a moment, and her perception of the outside world also temporarily returned to a relatively normal range.

Yuan Zhuoyue seemed to feel something touching her cheek, and she slightly opened her closed eyes.

And I saw that the thing in front of me was as magnificent as black rock and gold stone, but it exuded an inhuman feeling.

The slender and powerful hand with distinct joints, stained with blood, a mixture of gold and red, seemed to be wiping something gently on her cheek.

However, Yuan Zhuoyue, who felt that the pain she was feeling had eased, suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. She had smelled this fragrance on Morax not long ago.

At that time, she was troubled by an inexplicable hunger, and now this fragrance once again aroused the hunger that almost devoured her.

The fragrant 'delicious' food was so close at hand that Yuan Zhuoyue only needed to slightly turn his head to see Morax's smooth neck exposed outside his clothes.

Yuan Zhuoyue suppressed the urge to pounce on it and take a bite, then retracted his gaze and shook his head back.

He buried his face in Morax's shoulder, surrounded by the alluring fragrance, and did not move for a long time.

When her appetite subsided a little, Yuan Zhuoyue felt that he would not lose control and pounce on Morax to take a bite.

She opened her mouth as if in a fit of anger or to vent her anger, and bit Morax's shoulder through the thick layers of clothes.

And he applied a little pressure, rubbing the part she bit back and forth with his relatively sharp canine teeth.

Morax did not resist or struggle at all, but gently hugged Yuan Zhuoyue in his arms, and stroked his palm gently across her back as if to soothe her.

Morax stroked her back again and again, and no one knew how much time had passed.

Until Yuan Zhuoyue felt that the sudden hunger that seemed to be able to devour everything and the feeling as if being burned by fire had completely subsided.

Morax still did not stop his soothing gesture, and Yuan Zhuoyue did not loosen his teeth that were clenched tightly.

Yuan Zhuoyue was first bled, then had his blood injected, and was tormented to death all the time. He has only just recovered.

There is also enough energy to think, to act, and to express the questions in your heart.

So Yuan Zhuoyue finally let go, leaving only the bite on Morax's shoulder, and then supported his shoulders and barely sat up straight.

After keeping a distance from him, he met the eyes of the golden eye mask, and then Yuan Zhuoyue asked in a weak voice: "...I know that now, maybe it will be the moment you said that 'the dust will settle'. But, can I know now why you did these things, and what is the ultimate goal you want to achieve?"

Unexpectedly, Morax nodded slightly and answered very straightforwardly: "Of course it's fine."

And Morax's next answer was even more beyond Yuan Zhuoyue's expectations.

Morax leaned forward slightly and gently pressed his forehead against Yuan Zhuoyue's forehead, who still had a stunned and astonished expression on his face.

At such a close distance, Yuan Zhuoyue could even feel Morax's breath spraying on his cheek.

She could vaguely see her own image reflected in the golden eyes that were so close to her.