His Highness the Son moves the cat online

The illusion was lifted, and the two appeared in the dormitory of Lesnar College.

The witch beauty came back to her senses, and raised her hand to remove the barrier that had been set up earlier, while Dijiaer took out two cups from the side and poured a cup of tea for the two of them.

Seeing his skillful movements, Wu Meiren didn't know what to say for a moment. He lowered his eyes and stared at the teacup handed to him. The slender tea leaves in the cup fluctuated, while the person holding the cup had slender and strong fingers, and his movements were graceful It's pleasing to the eye, in fact...the other party showed a lot of flaws, he should have guessed it a long time ago, shouldn't he?

Wu Meiren reached out to take the teacup Dijiaer handed over, and he remembered that only he liked to drink tea, and Feng Jia seemed to prefer milk and coffee before.

Thinking of this, Wu Meiren raised her head and looked at Dijiaer and said softly: "Since we already know each other's identity, you don't need to deliberately pretend."

Dijiaer responded lightly, and he held up the tea cup in front of him and shook it. When he raised his head again, his face had changed a bit. His skin that was originally wheat-colored had become fairer, and the few freckles on the bridge of his nose had disappeared. Traces, a head of golden broken hair that is a bit brighter than the sun, and his pair of blue eyes are really handsome.

Digar's appearance... the Pope should like it very much.

Wu Meiren took a sip of tea and thought about it. He put down the cup of tea, looked at the noble young man in front of him and asked, "How much do you know about me?"

"It's not too much." Dijiaer said: "I don't know much about other than my previous identity, such as... why, as the Holy Son of the Temple of Light, you have been hidden by the Pope for so many years You can't live in front of others, and...as the Holy Son, why did you go to Miya Continent to study?"

The witch beauty didn't answer, and Dijiaer continued: "But seeing your appearance, I can probably guess a little bit of the reason."

"Oh?" Wu Meiren raised her eyebrows slightly, and he stretched out his hand to grab a lock of his black hair and said ironically: "It seems that His Highness has also realized that I am indeed different from you."

"That's not what I meant." Di Jia frowned: "Your hair is very beautiful, the most beautiful among the people I have ever seen."

"...Your Highness was joking."

"I'm telling the truth. Also, don't call me Your Highness." Di Jiaer was very uncomfortable being called by the other party's polite address: "Just like before, just call me Jiaer."

"How can this be done." Wu Meiren shook her head: "I didn't know your identity before, but now you are His Royal Highness in the palace, I should..."

"Then I'll call you Lord Son." Di Jia gritted his teeth and said, "I'll call you the same in front of outsiders."

Wu Meiren was silent, and then humiliated and compromised. There was no way, he was in a passive state now, and he would cry if he said too much.

Holding a breath in her heart, Wu Meiren gritted her teeth and raised her eyes and asked: "Since the temple... you know my identity, what are you going to do next? Tell me in advance, I will not get involved in any affairs of the Temple of Light , My identity as the Holy Son is actually just a false name."

"I know, I don't want to use you for anything." Dijiaer moved his fingers: "I just want you to treat me the same way you treated Feng Jia before, and we will treat them as friends, okay?"

"I……"

"I know you may not believe it now, but I swear, what I say now is true." Dijiaer raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Besides, you don't have to avoid everyone with your bright magic. My attainments in magic Very high, if you have any questions, I can help you."

The witch beauty was a little moved when he heard the words. He really needs a person who is proficient in magic to guide him now. Dijiaer can be said to be an excellent representative who is hard to find even with a lantern.

As if seeing Wu Meiren's heartbeat, Di Jiaer said again: "On weekdays, I will use Feng Jia's identity, so it won't cause trouble to you."

"...Okay." Wu Meiren thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "If that's the case, then I will bother Your Highness."

Dijiaer glanced at him very unhappy, and the witch beauty quickly changed her words: "I'm sorry, Jiaer."

"It's just a little effort." Di Jiaer said happily, "Besides, I'm happy to serve you."

Wu Meiren ignored his coquettish words, and Dijiaer didn't say anything. Instead, he got up happily and walked towards the bathroom, saying: "I'm going to take a bath first, Wu, you can come in and take a shower when the bathroom is warm." .”

"...Ah, you don't have to worry about me when you wash yours." The witch beauty looked at the other party and directly occupied her room as if nothing happened. I don't know if it is an illusion. Afterwards, it seemed to be more casual. Feng Jia was very polite anyway, and Dijiaer directly regarded himself as an outsider.

"Is this Your Highness too familiar..." Wu Meiren muttered to herself as she made the bed. It seemed that Dijiaer might be staying overnight again tonight, but today was different, and he, Wu Meiren, was too. Tempered.

So when Di Jiaer came out wearing a bathrobe and wiping his hair, he saw that the floor under the bed fell into silence for a long time. He looked up at the witch beauty and then looked down at the floor. After struggling a bit, he said with difficulty: "The witch ,what do you mean?"

"Ah, I think Dian... Jiaer, you must have never squeezed with others since you were young, so in order to let you sleep comfortably, I helped you make a bed on the floor." Wu Meiren said concisely: "I can snore when I sleep on the floor. If you don't disturb Jiaer's rest, I can only wrong you."

Dijiaer froze on the spot as if petrified, until the witch beauty passed by him and entered the bathroom, he didn't come back to his senses.

To be honest, he has known Wu Meiren for so long, and this is the first time that he sleeps on the floor with him!Even if he is a second dog, he is qualified to sleep next to each other's pillow, but now that he has regained his status, he has plummeted, and now he has to sleep on the floor!

Di Jiaer was wronged, Di Jiaer had to say it.

So when the witch beauty came out of the shower after wiping her long hair, she saw Dijiaer sitting cross-legged on his bed with the quilt in his arms, only showing a pair of blue eyes and staring at him: "The floor is too cold, I'm so cold." Want to sleep in bed."

Wu Meiren looked at him expressionlessly.

Dijiaer blinked his eyes with a pitiful expression, but the witch and beauty remained unmoved. In the past, when he was in the form of two dogs, the witch and beauty had already followed him in everything.

"Witch..." Di Jia hugged the quilt tightly, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay!"

"Deal." Wu Meiren slightly raised her eyebrows: "It happens that I owe you [-] gold coins, and your food and lodging will be offset these days, okay?"

Dijiaer: "..._(:з"∠)_Oh. "

"Dian... cough, Jiaer." Wu Meiren reached out and took a cup of tea and sat down on the bed. He raised his eyes and glanced at the inexplicably soft young man beside him and asked, "Before...why did you look like Feng Jia?" Heading to Cangyue Continent?"

"That... I have loved an unrestrained life since I was a child, and I often pretend to go around." Dijiaer brought out the excuse he had already thought up: "Besides, my identity... is too eye-catching. "

Wu Meiren thought for a while and then nodded to express her understanding.

"And I know your true identity was discovered by accident, so I investigated it secretly." Dijiaer thought that he still kept a lot of truth from the witch beauty, so he simply revealed a little bit for the future: "I am The Temple of Light understands it quite well, and has also fought against the Holy See over the years... Wu, the source of light in your body is very important to the Temple of Light."

"About the source of light... no, the Pope has never allowed me to ask more about the Temple of Light." The witch beauty shook her head: "Although I read a lot of books in the Temple of Light, but... it can really help me Yes, not much."

"I can probably guess what the Pope is thinking." Di Jia frowned and rubbed the quilt in his arms: "But, don't worry, how they snubbed you before... After that, they always have to pay you back twice."

Wu Meiren frowned, and subconsciously looked at Dijiaer and asked, "What other news do you know?"

"No, I just think... the demons have become more active these days." Di Jia stretched his waist, lay lazily on the bed and said: "You have a source of light in your body, in case something goes wrong ...Your safety is more important than the Pope."

"I……"

"So, when the time is right... you can show your hand quietly." Dijiaer raised the corner of his mouth: "Let the Temple of Light know how important you are to them."

Wu Meiren's dark eyes flashed slightly, but he quickly missed them and said in a low voice: "Maybe, but the top priority... I still want to focus on improving my strength."

"That's natural." Di Jiaer smiled slightly: "From tomorrow onwards, you will put off the matter at hand, and we will focus on studying the magic of light."

Wu Meiren nodded, paused and thanked in a low voice.

Both of them slept well that night, especially Dijiaer, who became bolder after revealing his status as prince, and put a space bracelet directly on Wu Meiren's wrist early in the morning, and said confidently: "There are some unimportant things inside, and it's useless for me to hold them. You can just use them to practice magic."

Wu Meiren looked at all kinds of unnamed materials, metals, and very rare medicinal herb plants and chose to remain silent. At this moment, Wu Meiren admitted that he was a lemon essence, he was so sour.

"It's best if we can connect your dormitory with the one upstairs, and build a staircase or something..." Di Jiaer felt that a separate laboratory was needed, but he looked around and finally suggested: "We still need a separate laboratory." Let’s live in a single-story dormitory, the kind of big two-story house.”

"Well, not only do you need to pay more gold coins, but the most important thing is...you need to improve your magic level." Wu Meiren thought for a while and took out a card from her pocket and handed it over: "At least the level must be blue middle-level Above, I am eligible to apply.”

"It's so troublesome..." Di Jia rubbed the card with the witch beauty's name on it, tapped his chin, and suddenly said, "I remember that every college has a place where the level can be directly improved. It’s just that fewer people participated.”

"Oh?" Wu Meiren was slightly taken aback: "Is there such a place?"

"Of course." Di Jiaer thought of something and narrowed his eyes slightly: "That's the arena, I used to go there... But then again, I remember that there seems to be a defeated opponent at Lesnar College."

Wu Meiren blinked her eyes, and after thinking hard for a while, she finally remembered a name deep in her memory: "I seem to know who it is. It seems to be called Charlesson. I heard it before when I was managing the medicine field."

"Speaking of which, I may not have seen him for a long time." Dijiaer evoked a malicious smile: "I don't know how he has been doing well these years."

The author has something to say: Charleson: Don't come here!