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

Yuan Zhuoyue's goal is very clear. Every action she takes is aimed at the place where she perceives filth exists.

But the little golden cube was a little confused about this, because Yuan Zhuoyue's current behavior gave him the feeling that he was running around the world.

He looked very anxious, but no one knew what he was anxious about.

But even so, the little golden cube did not raise any objections, but just followed quietly and obediently, taking actions according to Yuan Zhuoyue's actions.

He thought he was quite considerate.

Faced with a mentally ill person, a slow-witted brain, and someone who didn't play by the rules at all and acted according to his will, Yuan Zhuoyue actually obeyed him in everything.

As long as Yuan Zhuoyue didn't behave in an extreme way, he would turn a blind eye and condone the other party's behavior which he thought was a bit crazy.

Perhaps it was his submissive behavior that moved Yuan Zhuoyue, a guy who never listened to advice.

At least, up to now, she has not done anything in public to tarnish the image of the body she is using.

Her words and actions were quite measured, and combined with her current appearance, she looked like a gentleman.

As for the other crazy nonsense... it's not a big problem. At least Yuan Zhuoyue was just using the magic of voice transmission to talk to him, and he didn't say those words out loud without restraint.

Being able to achieve this made the little golden cube quite satisfied.

He felt that he should be content and not ask for too much, in case he made any requests.

This made Yuan Zhuoyue feel unhappy again, and he secretly felt unhappy and let it all out. In the end, he could not argue or scold anyone but win.

The little golden cube felt that even he himself could not bear the continuous mental torture.

So when they saw Yuan Zhuoyue, who had been strolling around all day without stopping for a moment, enter an alley and actually stopped.

The little golden cube also breathed a sigh of relief.

The small body he is currently using has no combat power, and he is not good at fighting.

Although he did not feel physically tired or uncomfortable, after following Yuan Zhuoyue for a whole day, the fatigue that gradually emerged mentally still made him feel tired.

Now that he has finally been able to stop and rest, he will certainly take this opportunity to relax his body and mind.

The small golden cube, originally thought that Yuan Zhuoyue's steps would only stop here for a moment, and then set off again, no one knew where to go next.

However, he didn't expect that she would stay much longer than he expected, and he felt that he had rested well.

But Yuan Zhuoyue was still with his hands behind his back, mixed in with a group of old men, with his head slightly lowered, looking very serious and focused, watching the two old men sitting on small vests playing chess.

The restless little golden cube immediately came up to Yuan Zhuoyue's shoulder and asked curiously, "You are watching so seriously, can you play chess?"

Yuan Zhuoyue also responded as he had to, using the sound transmission spell to reply: "...When I was a child, my grandfather taught me how to play chess."

The little golden cube seemed to have thought of something. After a long silence, it uttered two words: "…My condolences."

Then the small golden cube discovered that Yuan Zhuoyue, whose eyes seemed to always be on the chessboard, finally moved his eyes away from the chessboard after hearing these two words.

Then the gaze from those gilded eyes fell squarely on him, and the little golden cube suddenly felt like he was going to be beaten.

He heard Yuan Zhuoyue's calm voice, which was once again projected into his ears through the sound transmission spell.

The voice was smooth and level, as if without any emotion, and was just calmly stating a fact: "My aunts are taking my grandparents on a tour around the country."

What else can the little golden cube do about it?

He could only start to apologize frantically, fearing that if he was not careful, Yuan Zhuoyue would start to torture him inhumanely again, both physically and psychologically.

But unexpectedly, Yuan Zhuoyue was very calm this time, and accepted his apology well.

He didn't even pay much attention to him, and turned his gaze back to the two old men who were playing chess.

But soon, there was an answer to Yuan Zhuoyue's behavior. The small golden cube saw Yuan Zhuoyue with its own eyes, and after coming into contact with the old man, it was pulled out from nowhere again.

A thing that looked like a worm, struggling and twisting constantly, with sharp thorns, like a charred vine.

This is the power of [filth], a product of accumulation. It struggled hard in Yuan Zhuoyue's hands, but was unable to shake her shackles at all.

With a sharp roar, this thing, which was not sure whether it was a living thing or a plant, turned into stone and then disappeared into ashes, just like its predecessor.