"Everyone thinks they are lucky."
"I don’t want to believe the truth even if I’m dying."
Zhao Mian’s eyes showed disdain, and his heart gave an evaluation of Goethe.
Then he shook his head. At this moment, the picture in his mind has reached the final stage. Reason told him that he should pay more attention to his bad situation-he had been in his hometown experience but had already told him that it was not so easy to be born in a strange environment.
It is the instant infusion of so many memories that Zhao Mian feels that his temples are swollen, and it is difficult to think effectively. He can raise his hand and rub his temples in the hope of relieving the swelling pain.
At this time, the ceremony glory dispersed, and the candle light shone all over the room again.
Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the mirror. Zhao Mian rubbed his temple hand and it was a meal.
He stared at the mirror with his bare body and black hair shawl, but his face was slightly pale, but it was still difficult to hide his handsome appearance. The young man could not help but be dumbfounded.
That’s not him.
It’s Goethe
And as he opened his mouth, the teenager in the mirror opened his mouth.
"This …"
Zhao Mian froze.
What he said is no longer the words of his hometown, but the words of the world in front of him
According to Goethe’s memory, he can confirm this.
Before Zhao Mian recovered, strange words appeared in front of his eyes, which he didn’t know or saw in Goethe’s memory. Then these strange words changed to the hometown words he was most familiar with-
【……】
【……】
[In the judgment of text conversion …]
[Judgment is successful! 】
Thank you for ending the blood of the mad king. We will bless you! 】
[Blessing will be the way you can understand best! 】
……
Text this slightly.
Then more words came out-
【 Character Goethe (Zhao Mian) 】
【 Age 19(31) 】
[Race Human (Vengeance Spirit Pseudo)]
[gender male]
[State of health]

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