doodle prince

"... When did you know?" the prince asked coldly.

"Now."

Chen Feng sighed vaguely.

The prince was about to continue to question, but saw his blood red eyes from the glass behind Chen Feng.

The prince looked down at the half-drinked plum wine in front of him, his red eyes narrowed dangerously, and his voice was dark and cold: "Are you deceiving me on purpose?"

"Mr. Great Spiritualist speaks too seriously." Chen Feng poured another glass of wine for the prince, "I'm just an ordinary human being with no strength, and doing this is just a helpless act."

Chen Feng admitted that when he just opened his mouth to reveal Wang He's true identity, there was indeed some element of gambling.

His doubts about Wang He's identity all started today.

Before that, he just felt that Wang He was a little strange.

The phone call from the young man who repaired the faucet let him know that his memory might have been tampered with.

The thing with six eyes lying limply in his palm convinced him that there were monsters in this world.

The appearance of Qi Tianyue let him know that perhaps the human beings he saw with his eyes were not necessarily human beings.

When Chen Feng was drinking just now, he was thinking that if Qi Tianyue was a monster disguised as a human being, then the young man who spread his wings and held him in his arms when he fell down the building was not necessarily his fantasy.

Besides Qi Tianyue and the young man with wings, who are the human beings who are not like human beings?

How many human beings can break a hand bone just by shaking hands?

There are also a few human beings who have a body that looks like they don't exercise very much, but they can fly with two feet, kick people until they vomit blood, and their ribs are broken.

When I met Wang He for the first time, he was obviously kind and chatty, but after that, Wang He always looked at the world with a condescending look, exactly the same as the great spiritual master with a shocking appearance.

After drinking for the past two days, he clearly saw that Wang He was very drunk, unconscious, and uttering gibberish, but when he saw Wang He downstairs, he was refreshed and did not smell of alcohol.

Not to mention, he always vaguely saw the dark red light and shadow in Wang He's eyes.

Thinking of this, he recalled the black feathers he had picked up by Wang He's side.

Chen Feng felt that if the black feathers were mounted on that furry little thing, it would look too big.

But what if the feather is not that little thing's, but Wang He's?

Chen Feng had seen such black feathers before.

On the back of the young man who picked him up by the waist when he fell from the building, there were exactly the same black wings.

And what he saw at that time, that young man's clear-cut and perfect jaw gradually overlapped with the face of the domineering and haughty Great Spirit Master in the "Exorcism Hall".

The young man who rescued him in the air, the great psychic who broke his hand bones the first time they met, and Wang He who has a strange temper and can't help drinking.

The dark red light and shadow in the eyes, the black feathers falling on the ground, two completely different personalities of a man.

Perhaps Chen Feng could not find any other more direct and obvious evidence.

But his intuition told him that the Wang He at this moment was the great spiritual master, the angel-like young man who spread black wings in the air and embraced him in his arms.

And Chen Feng's intuition never deceived him.

After drinking some plum wine, Wang He looked a little relaxed, and his eyes were covered with a layer of dark red tulle.

So, Chen Feng looked into Wang He's eyes and said.

"You will help me, right? Mr. Great Spiritualist with black wings and red eyes."

In the next second, he saw Wang He's eyes gradually turning blood red.

So far, he has completely confirmed Wang He's identity.

The prince stared at Chen Feng for at least 2 minutes before he let out a cold snort of contempt.

He is the most noble prince in the world, the supreme existence in the lake and ocean world, even if his identity is recognized, there is nothing to be nervous about.

Ah!That's right.

He didn't panic at all.

The prince finished half a glass of plum wine and leaned loosely on the back of the back.

A pair of huge, beautiful, jet-black wings sprouted from his back.The wings flapped a few times in the air, and the bottles and cans around him fell to the ground. The huge wings wrapped half of the prince's body, accompanied by golden fluorescent light.

When the dark and supple wings spread out again, the true face of His Royal Highness was gradually revealed.

The pure gold crown studded with precious gemstones, and the ancient royal costumes with intricate patterns are not worth half of the splendor of this man.

He carried a kind of inborn nobility, obviously just sitting here loosely, but he was out of place with the whole room.

Like a holy and noble angel, falling into the dilapidated world.

Chen Feng looked at the painted doors and windows behind him, and for the first time had the desire to change to a beautiful house.

"What should I call you, Mr. Great Spiritualist." Chen Feng lowered his head and poured another glass of wine for the prince.

The prince held the wine glass with his slender fingers, and shook it slightly, but he didn't drink it directly.

"No one dares to call me by my first name, they all call me prince."

"Then should I also call you Prince?" Chen Feng asked.

The prince drank the plum wine in his hand: "You are not my subject."

The prince put the empty wine glass back on the table, his eyelids drooped, thick eyelashes cast long shadows on his face.

"...The night is bright." The prince finally said, "My name."

"It was taken by a very nasty person," he added.

When the prince said these words, his expression was a little loose, and his jewel-like eyes seemed to be cast with a very light shadow.

A little bored and a little tired.

Like a beautiful, fragile, peerless white porcelain dug out of the black dust.

Chen Feng stared at his face for a moment, then lowered his head again, and blurted out the words without thinking.

"Can you change back to your original appearance? Wang He's appearance."

The prince frowned: "Why? Don't you like me now?"

"Well, I don't like..."

Seeing the prince's cold gaze, Chen Feng touched his nose and changed his words: "...I'm not used to it."

Just like the resistance and rejection that had arisen in his heart after seeing this person for the first time, now that he looked at the prince's face, strange and uneasy emotions arose in his heart again.

The ominous premonition is also ready to come out.

"No." The prince curled his lips, "Apparition is very labor-intensive."

"Okay." Chen Feng had no choice but to try his best not to look at him. He glanced at Qi Tianyue's room, "That girl, what should I do? Just drive her away?"

The prince raised his chin and put on a proud look: "Why do you assume that I will help you by default?"

"Didn't you save me?" Chen Feng said, "You were willing to be my healer in the exorcism hall, wasn't it because you had discovered these monsters gathered around me and wanted to drive them away for me? ? Just like a Taoist priest would help exorcise ghosts, you approached me because of the monsters gathered around me, right?"

certainly not!

Just as the prince wanted to refute, he suddenly realized that Chen Feng's explanation at the moment was the most perfect lie.

If he didn't want the whole plan to be exposed, he could only follow Chen Feng's speculation and make mistakes.

Chen Feng frowned, puzzled: "Then do you know why these monsters approach me?

"

...because you smell good, and because they're naturally attracted to you.

"Actually, apart from those monsters, I think the most suspicious one is actually Qi Tianyue. If I assume for the time being that those monsters who can't speak and have no attack power are here to spy on me, then what is Qi Tianyue's purpose for approaching me?"

...Because it was my order, because she wanted to seduce you.

The prince avoided Chen Feng's eyes, drank the plum wine in front of him with some guilt, and shook his head guiltily: "...I don't know."

The prince just wanted to let today go, and discuss the countermeasures with his subordinates tomorrow, so he drank the plum wine in the glass in front of him in one gulp, and then walked into the bedroom: "Sleep first, we will talk about it tomorrow."

But as soon as he grabbed the doorknob, he felt top-heavy, and a burst of dizziness hit him. Then, his body suddenly went limp and fell down.

Chen Feng stepped forward hurriedly, and hugged him in his arms before he fell down.

Chen Feng didn't tell him that although this plum wine was not as strong as Erguotou, it still had a lot of stamina.

And today, the prince drank several glasses.

His Royal Highness, who was drunk, lost his mind, and his previously closed general knowledge was unconsciously opened. He smelled Chen Feng's breath, and unconsciously wanted to drill into Chen Feng's arms.

Chen Feng wanted to move him to the bedroom, but his right hand was in a plaster cast, so it was quite inconvenient to move, and the prince was still holding his waist, not letting go, making it even more difficult for Chen Feng to move.

Chen Feng sighed, he didn't understand why the prince, who always had a cold face like a stranger, became so clingy when he got drunk.

Chen Feng put his plastered right hand in front of the prince and showed it to him, trying to awaken some of his rationality: "Look at my hand, I can't hug you, can you stand up and walk well?"

The prince opened his eyes, but his expression was ignorant. He stared blankly at Chen Feng, as if he could not understand half of his words.

"Stand up." Chen Feng shook his plastered right hand in front of him.

"Stand up, come on." Chen Feng tried to encourage him.

The prince blinked, and slowly tilted his head.

He looked up at Chen Feng, then looked down at Chen Feng's right hand, then he slowly moved over, opened his mouth, and carefully stretched out the tip of his tongue against Chen Feng's ring finger that was protruding from the plaster. on the tip.

Then, he licked it lightly.

Chen Feng froze in place.

The moist, warm touch touched his fingertips, and a hot current flowed from the contact point, flowing through every nerve, every bone, and every piece of flesh on his right hand.

Chen Feng looked down at his right hand in disbelief.

Moved a bit.

No pain, no discomfort at all.

His right hand recovered.

Chen Feng stared blankly at the prince, touched his head, and murmured: "...Your Highness, what kind of monster are you?"

The prince's head moved and rubbed lightly against Chen Feng's palm.

A wonderful idea, like a thunderbolt, split into Chen Feng's mind unexpectedly.

As if to confirm his almost absurd conjecture, Chen Feng put his index finger on the prince's forehead and said softly, bewitchingly.

"Your Highness, change."

The prince closed his eyes and threw himself into Chen Feng's arms.

He lightly rubbed Chen Feng's chest.

next moment.

The weight in Chen Feng's arms suddenly lightened, and what he pressed against with his fingertips was a little furry thing.

It has white fluff and black wings, and it holds on to Chen Feng's clothes tightly.

This is a round, soft, well-behaved, obedient, and beautiful little thing.

Chen Feng's Adam's apple rolled dryly, and he blinked in disbelief.

He carefully held it in his arms as if he had found a treasure.

At a loss, he froze in place.