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

[This article is the if line of another article. In general, it is still a story about a big father taking care of his children... I think it is some ideas that popped up when I was writing the previous article. But it does not have as many miscellaneous elements as the previous article. In addition to the original content of the present world, only characters related to Teyvat appear. ]

[If the protagonist's behavior or language makes you feel strongly uncomfortable, please quit directly and do not insult the characters created by the author. Of course, the author also refuses to be insulted. ]

[When reading an article, it is best to take your brain off before reading. If the protagonist, supporting characters, or villains in the article have low IQs, it is not because the characters in the article have low IQs, but because the author's connotation is not enough to support the character's personality. ]

[Now that I have finished talking nonsense, if you want to read it, you can take your brain off and continue reading. ]

[Put your brain here, remember to come back and get it after reading. 】

[The first volume is the main story of Yuan Zhuoyue, which may be a bit boring, and there are not many plots related to Morax. The second volume is the main story of Morax. ]

The bustling city will not become desolate at night, but will show a splendid scene that cannot be seen in the daytime, and put on a more dazzling new outfit with the brilliant glow of neon lights.

The towering high-rise buildings, like a forest of strange peaks, stand tall in the dark sky. The night is like a fog that permeates between the sky and the earth, blurring the outlines of these high-rise buildings. The twinkling lights shining through them slightly dispel the thick night.

At this time, Yuan Zhuoyue was standing on the top of one of the strange peaks.

The small golden cube that called itself the system and floated beside her kept chattering away.

Yuan Zhuoyue simply ignored the constant chattering and silently stared at his own hand... What he saw was a slender, strong hand belonging to an adult male with distinct joints.

Yuan Zhuoyue held the black glove he had just taken off in one hand, and manipulated his hand to make movements such as clenching and unclenching fists, and flexing and extending fingers.

There was no delay, stagnation or jamming; the movements were smooth and flexible, and the responses were completely consistent with the instructions she had given in her mind.

Yuan Zhuoyue raised his right hand again, spread out his five fingers and slightly rotated his wrist back and forth. After trying a few times, he changed to clenching his fist and tried rotating his wrist again.

While moving, I didn't feel any friction between the bones from the old wrist injury, nor did I hear any sound from bone conduction.

This is 'my' hand, but it is not my hand.

After doing all this, Yuan Zhuoyue turned his attention to the thing that called itself a system.

When she opened the window to get some fresh air, a small golden cube fell from the sky and hit her directly in the face. Then, without saying a word, it brought her from her home to the rooftop where she was now, where it had been talking to itself.

This thing that called itself a system was circling around her like a small floating spirit, chattering non-stop: "...As long as someone recognizes the role you play and thinks you are the role itself, you can extract a skill that the role you play has! It doesn't take too long, just seven days! How is it? Hmm? Have you been listening to me for so long?"

Yuan Zhuoyue retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and continued to stare at his hands. It was unknown what he was thinking about. He said weakly and perfunctorily: "No... I'm not listening..."

The golden cube that was originally jumping happily in the air paused its circling motion and slowly floated in front of Yuan Zhuoyue: "Are you not listening? Or are you not, listening? You didn't hear anything at all? I just said so much, you didn't really hear anything at all? Ah, so many words, I don't want to repeat them again."

Yuan Zhuoyue continued to ignore the slightly noisy voice, raised her hand and touched the tied hair behind her neck. After a little thought, she hooked her fingers slightly and lifted the long hair in front of her.

The black hair hung down from the shoulders, and the color of the tied long hair gradually transitioned from dark brown to Danxia-like orange from top to bottom. The Danxia-like color at the very end was surrounded by a layer of smoky glow in the dark night.

The length of this hair, with the ends emitting bright colors, is just enough to touch the base of the thigh.

A bit longer than my hair.

Yuan Zhuoyue thought that even if she pulled her hair in front of her body like this, it could only barely reach her belly button.

Yuan Zhuoyue used the hand that had taken off the glove to touch the hair in front of him. It felt slightly cool and smooth, like touching a piece of silk.

Compared with her fine and slightly rough hair, it was a world of difference.

Because the touch was so comfortable, Yuan Zhuoyue couldn't help but stroke it again.

Finally, she pinched one of the strands of hair that exuded a smoky glow with her fingertips, and then pulled it slightly. While doing this, Yuan Zhuoyue felt a pulling sensation on her scalp.

Then she stopped and made a decision after thinking for a moment. She picked up a strand of hair with her fingertips, wrapped it around her fingers a few times, and then applied a little force until she felt a slight pain on her scalp, confirming that the hair had been pulled out.

Then Yuan Zhuoyue picked up the hair that he had just pulled out, and first twisted it, smoothing it from the root to the end, and it felt like normal, smooth hair.

After coming to the conclusion, she twisted the hair with her fingers again, from the end to the root, and stroked it along the hair scales normally. She could feel a slight friction with a slight stickiness.

The little golden cube, which had been ignored for a long time and still received no response, couldn't help but come forward when he saw her doing these inexplicable actions one after another.

The golden cube, which was very bright in the dark, looked like a small light bulb and appeared directly in front of Yuan Zhuoyue's eyes: "What are you doing? You don't even pay attention to me. You've been shaking the drum here for a long time, and you look crazy!"

And Yuan Zhuoyue's response was to raise his hand to brush away the small light bulb that almost hit him in the face.

Watch this bright golden little cube rolling away in the air.

Yuan Zhuoyue put her fingers on her throat again and touched a clearly protruding Adam's apple, and then she made a swallowing motion.

Along with this simple action, one can clearly feel that the physiological structure wrapped in the skin and flesh is being pulled and moved.

The small golden cube that was slapped away by Yuan Zhuoyue floated back again. When it stood in front of her, it was still muttering: "Why did you hit me? I just said a few words to you, and you slapped me away. It was obviously you who ignored me first--"

But the sound of the golden cube stopped abruptly, because he saw Yuan Zhuoyue pinching his neck with great force, the kind of real pinching.

A cry of "Fuck!" came out of his mouth, and the small golden cube jumped and smashed towards Yuan Zhuoyue's hand that was currently pinching her neck, trying to stop her actions.

He yelled in panic and fear, "No, you are sick! Let go! Let go of me! Do you really want to strangle yourself to death?!"

But neither the action of the small golden cube hitting Yuan Zhuoyue's arm, nor the yelling, which had a weak attack power, could shake Yuan Zhuoyue's current behavior.

She even tightened the hand that was pinching her neck a little, further restricting the blood supply.

Yuan Zhuoyue could clearly feel the beating pulse being contained in his palm.

It didn't take long before she felt her mouth and nose swelling and a little numbness. Then the feeling spread from her throat to her jaw, and then from the back of her head to her temple.

Until tinnitus began to sound in my ears.

Yuan Zhuoyue finally let go of the hand that was strangling his throat.