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

Yuan Zhuoyue was almost frightened by the sudden roar, but others could not see the figure of the small golden cube, nor could they hear his voice.

She could only mobilize the power contained in her body and send a voice message to the small golden cube: "Why are you calm? I am calm to begin with?... Of course I know this is just a fan-made work, and why are you shouting so loudly?"

The sound emitted by the small golden cube was full of cautious meaning. It seemed that it did not believe what Yuan Zhuoyue said, and continued to speak as if to comfort him: "Calm down, don't be angry! Don't bother with these humans!"

"I'm not angry... When I'm angry, I tremble and feel like I can't breathe." Yuan Zhuoyue was confused: "Now I'm neither trembling nor feeling like I can't breathe, which means I'm not angry."

The golden cube was silent for a moment before speaking again: "... Is there a possibility? You will show such symptoms only when you are using your own body."

"Are you really not angry?" Before Yuan Zhuoyue could answer, the little golden cube said loudly, "But I just saw that your braids were shining!"

Yuan Zhuoyue was slightly stunned when he heard this, but in the end, he calmly replied to the small golden cube: "...That makes sense."

The little golden cube seemed unconvinced and continued to persuade him: "You really need to calm down! I don't think anyone in this world can withstand your anger! You can crush these people to death in a matter of minutes!"

Yuan Zhuoyue turned a deaf ear to the little golden cube's almost slanderous words.

He simply handed the tablet back to the young man in front of him, not wanting to even glance at the content on it.

The young man, seeing Yuan Zhuoyue's calm attitude, still insisted, "I wonder what Mr. Zhongli thinks of what you just watched?"

I wonder who the authors of these secondary works hate?

Who exactly do you want to kill?

Yuan Zhuoyue felt that he suddenly had a new understanding of the ancient poem "Life begins with learning to read."

But Yuan Zhuoyue was unable to change other people's thoughts, nor did he know what kind of mentality the author of these words had when he wrote them?

Is it pure hatred, to take revenge on society?

Yuan Zhuoyue was silent for a while before he said quietly, "I have no intention of criticizing these words. No matter where these words came from, they must have been born to meet certain needs."

"It's just that a benevolent person would call it benevolence, and a wise person would call it wisdom." Yuan Zhuoyue exhaled slowly, and finally did not utter any swear words. Her voice was low and smooth, as if she was sighing: "From my personal feeling... it's a bit too insulting to the characters in my writing."

She said in a resounding voice: "I don't like this kind of story."

After Yuan Zhuoyue said this, he just stepped out with his long legs and walked away from here with big strides.

She was afraid that if she stayed here any longer, she would either want to smash the tablet or find the author of the article and beat him up through the Internet.

Oh, of course, she also wants to beat up the guy who shared these things.

What the hell is this written on? ! !

Yuan Zhuoyue originally thought that when she was watching videos before, she encountered tweets that seemed to be written by fake people.

It has already exceeded the lower limit of her cognition. She didn't expect that she would only now realize that there is always someone stronger than you!

Her previous knowledge was still too shallow!

Yuan Zhuoyue felt that the rare articles she had read before were not even a fraction of these words.

The little golden cube saw that Yuan Zhuoyue was not angry and seemed to be in a relatively stable mood, but when he could see that the ends of Yuan Zhuoyue's hair, which were like the afterglow of the setting sun and the colors of Danxia, ​​occasionally shone with dazzling golden light, he knew that things were definitely not over yet.

But Yuan Zhuoyue insisted that he was not angry, and the little golden cube could do nothing about it.

He couldn't win the argument or the fight, and now he couldn't persuade Yuan Zhuoyue.

This is a very difficult matter to handle.

The little golden cube followed Yuan Zhuoyue to a corner away from the crowd, and was about to say a few more words of advice to ask her to control her emotions.

Yuan Zhuoyue, who was holding his forehead with his hand, made a gesture to silence her: "Don't make any sound now. Let me be quiet."

So as to pour out the garbage that has just entered your brain.

Seeing this, the little golden cube didn't dare to persuade him forcefully, but just responded timidly.

After that, he floated silently beside Yuan Zhuoyue, observing her expression carefully, fearing that the current calmness was just the tranquility before a volcano erupted.