His women's clothing dumps all beings

Speaking of this, he himself couldn't help laughing: "But the fire torture is a later thing, I chose to go back, otherwise I would not be able to reshape my body according to the plan in my previous life, and then get back my magic power. Before that, I escaped from the family. Then, do you know what I predicted in my dream while I was fleeing?"

The brave man stared at him blankly, opened his mouth, but did not speak.

"At that time, my magic power did not recover, and that foresight may have been an explosion when I was desperate." Zhen Wei smiled coldly, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Actually, what happened in the dream is the same as what happened before. Almost, except that there were not so many people supporting me, I was identified as a witch, and then I started running around for my life. You know how powerful my magic power is, but I still died."

He looked at the brave man: "You know, there is only one person who can kill me."

The brave just looked at him.

There was disbelief and pain in his lake green eyes.Zhen Weiliang plucked a dewy white flower from the rose bushes beside him, and suddenly remembered the day when Wei Zhenhan put the flower hairpin on his head.

He laughed again, carelessly tore off the petals one by one, and threw them at his feet.A few flakes fell on his white short boots, and the dew tremblingly fell on the leather: "I predicted that I would see the fate of the world at the moment before I died, but unfortunately I may not be able to reach that kind of near-death situation right now." However, the matter is not over after my death. Since I cut off the fetters by myself, the Prophet will no longer carry the memory into reincarnation. I turned into a wraith, killed many people, and finally I was killed by your sword dead."

Both the prophet and the brave are qualified to refuse reincarnation with memories, but in the past, because the two have always loved each other, neither of them ever thought of giving up reincarnation.

Speaking of this, Zhen Weiliang couldn't help but look at the sword tightly held by the brave man.It was taken by the Prophet from the evil dragon more than 2000 years ago after spending a lot of effort with the brave according to his own ability.At that time, although they had not yet achieved a very high status among people, this pair of souls favored by God and destined to be together for thousands of years, as long as they were accompanied by each other, it was enough for them to giggle all day long.

"This……"

The brave man looked at Zhen Weiliang in shock, and he had been staring like this for two to three minutes.He seemed to be struggling to digest Zhen Weiliang's words.

Zhen Weiliang waited patiently.He dropped the flower stalk in his hand and lowered his head to pick another flower.After thinking about it, he picked a few more branches and planned to weave a corolla.

Last time, Wei Zhenhan just put flowers on his long hair and put a hairpin on it. Wei Zhenhan has always had short hair, and the hairpin couldn't go up, but Zhen Weiliang can weave a corolla.

Of course, he would not take the corolla from the church home, as it always felt a bit dirty.But it doesn't matter, practice your hands, go back and lick Wei Zhenhan's flowers.

So, Zhen Weiliang calmly began to destroy flowers with his hands.

He was so happy that he finally heard the voice of the brave man.This time, his voice was a little hoarse: "Then, you came to me that time..."

to the point!

Zhen Weiliang relaxed his nerves, and calmly said: "It's nothing...just a last chance."

what chance?

Combined with the context, it is easy to guess: the prophet is giving the brave, but also giving himself the last chance.

Although Zhen Weiliang is no longer a prophet, the ending is the same.

Their story is over.

——But the hero doesn't know.

He just stared blankly at Zhen Weiliang, his lake-green eyes getting wet a little bit.He himself has an excellent appearance, and in this way, he has a somewhat "delicate and charming" feeling.

What did he do?

He personally let go of the last chance his lover gave him. If his lover wasn't smart enough, he would even... kill him with his own hands...

If it wasn't for that woman, if it weren't for the church's fault, if it wasn't for his own stupidity, if...if...

If... not because of...God...

He is not stupid.After being with the Prophet for many years, he still knows the basic reasoning.

If not God, how could a prophet who was always a woman be reincarnated as a man?

If it wasn't God, how could the church, which seldom makes mistakes, admit the wrong person by mistake?

He knew in his previous life that his lover had made certain preparations for his next reincarnation.But she didn't tell, so he didn't ask.Because of this, he vaguely knew that there might be something wrong with the reincarnation this time.Therefore, even though the false prophet has not recovered his magic power for a long time, even though he often has a sense of disobedience when facing the false prophet, he has not thought much about it.

Perhaps it was because the thousands of years of love was so unforgettable, he didn't feel the slightest rejection of the prophet's male identity.

What is the relationship between men and women?

As long as the person in front of him is him, that's enough.

However, at this moment, Zhen Weiliang has had enough of playing with the flowers in his hands that have been sluggish by him.He glanced at the brave man, confirmed that the effect had been achieved, then dropped the corolla, patted the branches, leaves and petals on the skirt, turned and left.

The brave man subconsciously chased after two steps, but stopped immediately.

He didn't know if he still had the qualifications to be by his side.

Standing still for a long time, he wanted to turn around and leave, but he saw a delicate corolla out of the corner of his eye.He froze, and immediately knelt down on one knee as if he had found a treasure, and gently picked it up from the grass almost reverently.Fearing that petals and branches would fall on the road, he tore off a corner of his clothes and carefully wrapped it up.

The body of the silver-haired knight was bathed in the morning light, his knuckle fingers carefully fiddled with the fabric, and his brows were focused with imperceptible sadness.

After a long time, he stood up, hurriedly found a magician, showed the corolla clumsily, and said his request with a bit of shyness:

"Can... cast a long-term preservation magic on it?"

at the same time.

Zhen Weiliang, who had already returned to the manor, happily devastated a large area of ​​flowers in the manor, carefully picked out a few flowers that were impeccable in every aspect, and took a lot of effort to weave them into an extremely delicate flower. Beautiful corolla, no matter the color matching or shape are perfect.

Zhen Weiliang hummed an out-of-tune tune and admired it triumphantly for a long time, then tore off a few extra leaves, and then recited a spell to apply a fresh-keeping buff to the corolla.

Then he quietly sneaked into the office of Wei Zhenhan who was handling official business—since Zhen Weiliang settled here, he moved his office here from the palace—sneaked behind Wei Zhenhan, put the flower crown on on his head.

Wei Zhenhan didn't look back: "Don't make trouble."

"No trouble." Seeing that he didn't turn his head, Zhen Weiliang could only turn his head around himself.After looking up and down for a long time, he nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, sure enough, the man Dai Hua also has someone else who can look as good-looking as me."

Wei Zhenhan glanced at him indifferently, without taking off the corolla, turned back and continued to look at his official documents.Zhen Weiliang sat down on the carpet in front of the sofa opposite him, admired Wei Zhenhan's beauty for a while, gradually felt a little sleepy, and closed his eyes.

After a while.

Noticing that the breathing of the person opposite was gradually becoming even, Wei Zhenhan raised his head.Still ignoring the flower crown on his head, he gently moved away from the chair and approached slowly, making sure that he was really asleep before leaning over to pick him up, turned around and walked to the bedroom.

The handsome man's expression was as indifferent as ever, but the colorful and exquisitely shaped corolla on his head made this indifference seem a little funny.And the sleeping beauty in the white robe in his arms made his demeanor even more unconsciously gentle and peaceful.

A maid in the distance whispered: "I don't know why, just watching the two of them get along, there is a sense of tranquility that has been peaceful for years."

Her companion nodded yes.

It is now known throughout the kingdom that the Prophet is currently residing in the house of the Regent, but no one has said much.After all, everyone knows that no one can get involved in the relationship between the prophet and the brave.But obviously, the maids in the manor have a different opinion.

Adhering to the purpose of "no matter what cp I drink is true love", they are also active in the front line of cp drinking today.

Putting the thin man in his arms back on the bed, took off his shoes and outer robe, and then gently covered him with the quilt, Wei Zhenhan seemed to have forgotten the flower crown on his head, and only recalled the thing in his arms just now. weight.

……too skinny.

He doesn't know why Zhen Weiliang keeps pretending to be a woman, but he knows that it must be very hard for him to do so all the time.

He unconsciously reached out and touched the corolla on his head, and then went to look at the mirror in Zhen Weiliang's room.Facing the mirror, he didn't know what to think or was just in a daze, he left the room very lightly, and gently closed the door.

He still hadn't taken off the wreath.

It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon when Zhen Weiliang, who had had enough sleep, left the room for lunch.And Wei Zhenhan always accommodated his schedule, and never made him wait, always estimated the time of his meal in advance and asked people to prepare it.So when Zhen Weiliang arrived at the restaurant, Wei Zhenhan had already arrived.The crown of flowers on his head is still not taken off.

Zhen Weiliang felt a little funny.But he has been with this buddy for a long time, and he feels that they are already excellent buddies.With Wei Zhenhan's temperament, he probably really forgot about it, and Zhen Weiliang didn't bother to care about it.

After getting together with Young Master Wei in his previous life, he once felt that he might have been stimulated too much and had too much self-awareness. Maybe Young Master Wei really only regarded himself as a brother.As for why Young Master Wei remained unmarried for the rest of his life, he might be disgusted by Cheng Zeyuan.Therefore, in this world, he no longer thinks about people in that direction.

Today's lunch still suits Zhen Weiliang's taste.He happily picked up the knife and fork, and said by the way: "Brother Wei, you work long hours every day and get up so early in the morning. It's too late to eat with me at noon. It's better to eat at eleven or twelve o'clock." .”

The maid not far away showed a supportive and hesitant expression.Although this is good for the regent's health, if the two dine separately, they will lose their fixed time to chat.

Fortunately, Wei Zhenhan calmly refused: "No need. You ask for so many snacks every morning, and you save all the ones you can't eat. Only at this point will you feel hungry."

Zhen Weiliang nodded, he knew that Wei Zhenhan never told lies, so naturally he had no doubts, besides, he did have a lot of snacks left every day: "Then I'll order a few less next time, it's not good to eat too much snacks .”

Wei Zhenhan said: "There is no need to save me money."

Zhen Weiliang: "Pfft, okay, okay, I understand."

Maid: "!!!"

I can! ! !

At this moment, the butler came in, saluted the two of them, and handed Wei Zhenhan two invitation letters.After Wei Zhenhan glanced at it, he handed it back to the butler, motioning him to pass it to Zhen Weiliang.

Zhen Weiliang accepted the invitation letter with an inexplicable face, and was even more surprised after reading it: "Prom? From the Sarannar family?"

"go?"

Zhen Weiliang: "Go, go, if you don't go, you're still human!"

He ran back excitedly to pick out skirts and jewelry, and he didn't even bother to eat.Wei Zhenhan sighed, and signaled the maid to bring him a few snacks that he could eat while he was busy.

As you can imagine, this time is basically a face-slapping feast.

Wei Zhenhan finished the lunch carefully prepared by the chef in two or three bites, and left the restaurant.

Zhen Weiliang has already chosen her costume.Although he has already had a showdown with the brave, and the Sarannar family also knows his true gender, it will be more troublesome if it is fully disclosed.

So, let's just wear skirts.

It's a bit difficult to choose how many dresses, Wei Zhenhan prepared too many dresses for him.But he has had several lifetimes of experience in womenswear, and he quickly put together an understated and elegant outfit that fit the body 100% and put it aside.

The dance is the day after tomorrow, so there is no rush.Zhen Weiliang picked up a piece of snack, sat down on the bed, a pair of brown eyes flickered, obviously holding back some bad idea.

For the convenience of activities, he usually rides and wears robes, which are simple yet graceful.Instructing the maid to tidy up the messy room he turned over, he propped his chin in a daze for a while.

There is still time, so I simply go out to play for a while.

So he reached out, and the staff placed at the other end of the room flew into his hand.He stood up, and the bell on his ankle rang softly.

Zhen Weiliang still dislikes its noise, but I have to say that this is definitely the best gift left by the original owner.

The maid accidentally turned her head and found that Miss Prophet who was sitting on the bed had disappeared, along with a few plates of snacks.They took a few plates away without any surprise, and exited the room.

So after a while, Zhen Weiliang, who defeated the monster, took two steps back to avoid blood staining his clothes.The children captured by the monsters were still trembling, he sighed and decided to stay and deal with the aftermath.

It was not easy to ask the children one by one where they lived. Most of the children were still crying, and the very young children couldn't tell where their parents lived.Zhen Weiliang sighed, recalled a bit, and raised his staff.

Or take it directly to the nearest church.

So after a while, the bishop of the church got dizzy from the children's quarrel.Zhen Weiliang rubbed the heads of the children beside him, seeing that the bishop began to arrange personnel to search for the relatives of the children out of respect for the prophet, and then left with peace of mind.

He then went to the university to look at numbers 24 and 42.These two teammates from the first game are now not only acting as law school students, but also following Little Princess No. 3 to search for information related to the mission in the royal collection.They happily showed Zhen Weiliang their notes, Zhen Weiliang read them with a smile, and borrowed a few books.

The author has something to say: I only have 17 saved manuscripts? !I'm sorry, I'm going to code now... Try to finish this book during the winter vacation, and the next one should be a derivative version of Danmei Fast Transmigration.