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

Fortunately, this time, Yuan Zhuoyue was willing to reveal some information to him, allowing him to prepare mentally in advance.

Otherwise, perhaps, just like before, we would have been caught off guard and witnessed the death of Yuan Zhuoyue.

Morax's feelings for Yuan Zhuoyue were extremely complex, but at that time there were already many conflicts and frictions, even to the point of turning against each other.

But her death was never something he expected.

Upon discovering this fact, Morax felt it was absurd, as if he were in a dream, unable to discern whether it was true or not.

When the power and authority that once belonged to Yuan Zhuoyue were later attributed entirely to him, Morax belatedly accepted this fact.

The sudden collapse of the alliance meant that, for Morax at the time, it meant the loss of another close and familiar face by his side.

The pressure he was under suddenly increased, yet he still couldn't stop his wandering steps and stop to rest for a moment.

Not long after, 666, his old friend with whom he had shared many secrets and spent thousands of years, passed away.

Because of this choice, I want to make up for my mistakes and intend to use my power to mend this broken world.

Without warning, he suddenly left her side, leaving Morax alone to continue his journey.

In a sense, Yuan Zhuoyue and 666 share similar temperaments, being both impulsive and willful.

Although past experiences have been overridden by the present and will not happen again in the future.

But whenever Morax recalls it, he can't help but feel heavy-hearted, with a sense of unease that is hard to shake off.

They were also very worried that Yuan Zhuoyue, whose condition had always been very stable, might suddenly explode with a loud bang, just like before.

This caught him off guard.

Although Morax had already confirmed through the abnormally low level of power within Yuan Zhuoyue that left her in a weakened state, he was certain that she was up to no good behind his back.

However, without knowing the time, place, and purpose, Morax had no way to defend himself.

Besides keeping a close eye on the culprit, hoping to find some clues from Yuan Zhuoyue so that they can deduce what kind of trouble she is up to now.

Morax also had no better solution.

However, even if the above plan fails, Morax still has a chance to subdue her before she causes any trouble.

Before this, Morax was really worried, after all, every time Yuan Zhuoyue quietly accomplished something big, he left an indelible impression on him.

Even this time, because he was always by Yuan Zhuoyue's side, he had some prior awareness and was mentally prepared.

But Morax still felt that he might not be prepared enough.

Although Morax always held a special trust in Yuan Zhuoyue, he also knew when to be wary and suspicious of him.

Just like this moment.

Yuan Zhuoyue seemed to have revealed everything to him, but also seemed to have said nothing at all.

Seeing that Yuan Zhuoyue was in a good mood, Morax pondered for a moment and then tried to extract some useful information from her: "...It's faster than I expected."

Yuan Zhuoyue nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, Morax tried one more time: "Give me a more specific time so I can prepare."

Yuan Zhuoyue continued to nod with a smile.

It's like when a teacher finishes explaining a problem and asks if you understand it, or if you want them to explain it again—that uniform, yet perfunctory, response.

Morax fell silent, staring at Yuan Zhuoyue in silence. Their eyes met, and they remained speechless, seemingly locked in some kind of stalemate.

In the end, it was Yuan Zhuoyue who slightly curled the corners of her lips and let out a snort: "Don't worry, I didn't do anything I didn't want to see this time. Hmm... I just wanted to give you an unexpected, uh... little surprise? Or a harmless little joke, just a little interlude to lighten things up."

Really? I don't believe it.

Hopefully, it won't turn into a shock. Morax, who was deeply tormented by Gen Takuya's so-called 'surprise,' has serious doubts about it.

Although in most cases, Morax trusts Yuan Zhuoyue, an ally he can entrust his back to when he is not insane.

But at times, even when Morax wanted to trust her a little, his reason told him that it was best to maintain a degree of skepticism.

For example, at this very moment, Morax really didn't dare to trust him, lest he let his guard down and let Yuan Zhuoyue come up with some new tricks.

Because of Yuan Zhuoyue's criminal record, which left a deep impression on him, saying that he had a long history of misdeeds would be an understatement, it was not an exaggeration to be more cautious.

Morax made no attempt to hide anything, clearly displaying his thoughts on his face so that Yuan Zhuoyue could see them clearly.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhuoyue could also see clearly that her reputation with Morax had been wiped out.

Yuan Zhuoyue looked up at him, immediately revealing a wronged expression, and accused him with great emotion: "...You actually don't believe me!"

Morax looked back calmly and replied with composure, "How can I trust you?"

Yuan Zhuoyue raised her hands to cover her ears, adopting an unreasonable posture, and even spoke with righteous indignation: "It's really sad. Don't we even have this most basic trust anymore? Shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

Faced with this completely counter-accusatory statement, Morax sighed helplessly: "Well... I think it would be more appropriate for me to say these things."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhuoyue quickly responded. She stood up abruptly and reached out her hand across the leftover food on the table in front of her.

He thrust his fingertip straight into Morax's chest, where Morax hadn't flinched at all; that should have been the location of his heart.

Looking down at Morax from his vantage point, his gaze met that of a pair of bright, golden eyes that were looking up at him.

Perhaps it was from this angle that Yuan Zhuoyue appeared with an inexplicable arrogance and an indescribable, almost illusory, contempt.

However, her expression was indifferent, and her tone was calm yet melancholic, which diluted this indescribable feeling.

She spoke as if accusing or blaming, "It's so sad...you don't trust me..."

As she spoke, she repeatedly poked Morax's chest with her fingers.

It's as if they're displaying their unreasonable and trouble-making attitude to the fullest extent; you can't hear any advice just by looking at them.