At this time, Qing Tian was sure who he was.

"Heber?" Tentatively asked?

"Hmm," the man replied in a low voice.

"Why are you here?" Qing Tian was puzzled.

"I miss you, that's why I'm here!" Heber said teasingly.

"Don't interrupt, say it quickly." The little hand squeezed hard at his waist.

Heber made no sound of pain, and this little pain was nothing to him.

"You'll find out later." The magnetic and beautiful voice was close to Qing Tian's ear.

Qing Tian looked at him suspiciously, but still chose to believe it.

"I want to hug you." The man said aggrievedly.

"Hug it!" Qing Tian doesn't care, consciously get close to him.

The man hugged his beloved woman as he wished.

When the dance was over, Heber walked to the middle of the stage with Qing Tian in his arms.

He removed his mask, revealing a handsome face.

At the same time, the people around him also took off their masks.

Looking at those familiar faces, Qing Tian was a little confused.

And the system in the air is also a little confused.

How did the people of the small town end up here?

In particular, the two clerks were also in the crowd.

At that moment, the man knelt down on one knee.

He pulled out his ring.

Affectionately to the woman.

"Please marry me."

The people around him began to heckle, "Marry him!" Marry him! ”

She liked him in the first place, and the task this time was to make him happy and not die alone.

"Okay."

So Qing Tian agreed.

Loud applause rang out, and cheers erupted all around.

Heber put a ring on Qing Tian.

The size of the ring matches the woman's finger.

In the presence of everyone, Heber excitedly picked up the woman and kissed her.

After separation.

"Don't come again, there are too many people." Qing Tian was shy and wanted to dodge, looking at him pitifully.

In the end, she looked at her like this, and Heber had no choice but to give up.

He took Qingtian's hand.

When Qing Tian looked confused, the king walked out.

"Congratulations!" Said with a smile on his face.

At this time, Qing Tian was directly stupid, the king just now wouldn't be a fake one!

It was only when he got back that Heber slowly explained this to her.

It turned out that he was the king of Bhular, and after he was reborn, he accidentally learned that he was actually the little prince of Bhullar.

But because Bhullar is a small country, it is attacked by other countries every year.

And every war is lost, and then the reparations are a lot.

After the reparations were paid again and again, the people began to be dissatisfied.

In the end, the masses launched a revolution, and the king protected him, so he sent him to other countries.

Prepare to wait until the crowd has subsided before bringing him back.

However, in the end, it did not come to pass, because they died after that riot.

The country fell into the hands of a nobleman, and Heber went through many twists and turns before succeeding to the throne.

"Then why didn't you come to me sooner." Qing Tian sat on the sofa and continued to ask questions.

At this time, the man's tone was a little aggrieved: "I have looked for it, but she is not you!" ”

Sweet: ?????

"System, what's going on?" The system slammed his shoulder, and he didn't know either.

"You know it's not me?" Qing Tian asked again.

"Hmmm! It feels like she doesn't have any memories and doesn't look like you at all, like a stranger. Heber did not dare to say anything about his desire to kill the man.

"Good thing you're here."

After listening, Qing Tian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he knew something.

"What would happen to you if I hadn't been born again?" The woman's curious little hand poked at his arm.

"If you don't be born again, I'll kill myself, and I don't want to be in the world without you." The man affectionately picked up Qingtian's hand and kissed it gently on his back!

The plain language made Qing Tian feel his despair.

There was sadness and shame in my heart.

Although she also loves him, part of it is for the task.

Later, Heber and Qing Tian held a grand wedding in the town and the country of Bhalar respectively as planned.