doodle prince

Chen Feng looked up at the cage carefully, then he looked at the prince and asked, "What do you want to do."

The prince took another step forward. He raised his head and stared at Chen Feng with a smile on his lips: "What do you think I want to do?"

Chen Feng thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "I don't know."

The prince stretched out his hand, and a soft long whip appeared out of thin air. The long whip flicked in the air, and there was a sharp sound of the whip piercing the air. The prince retracted the whip, playing with the gorgeous jewels and diamonds on the handle of the whip, and said in a casual tone: "Naturally, I want to see that your life is worse than death."

Chen Feng suggested very seriously: "You have locked me in a cage, and then using a long whip, I am afraid it will be a bit uncomfortable."

The cage has already firmly protected him, how can he beat him?

Unless the prince comes in too.

However, although this cage is big, it is still not very good to swing a whip in it.

After hearing Chen Feng's words, the prince's hands stopped for a moment.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, threw away the long whip in his hand, and as a burst of fluorescence burst out, the sword placed on the shelf flew into his hand with a "swoosh".

The long sword was unsheathed, with a cold light on the blade.

The prince's face was colder than the blade: "The whip is not easy, but is the long sword easy?"

Chen Feng nodded: "It should be easy."

Prince: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Since you want my life to be worse than death, how could you take my life so quickly?"

The prince gritted his teeth and clenched the sword in his hand: "Well said."

Chen Feng actually didn't want to make him angry. Seeing the prince's resentment now, he couldn't help but suggest, "Why don't you stab me first, and let me repay some interest first, so that you can calm down."

To be honest, the prince originally wanted to stab him with a sword, but Chen Feng said this first, so he couldn't do what he said.

The prince felt like he was about to be laughed at: "Since you don't remember anything, why do you want me to take revenge on you?"

Chen Feng corrected him: "It's not conniving, it's just that since I've become a fish, I want to be ready to be slaughtered in advance."

He paused, and added: "Even if I don't remember, I must have done something that I was sorry for you. After all, your highness, you are not an unreasonable person."

The prince really hated Chen Feng's transparent and indifferent appearance. Even if he stabbed Chen Feng to pieces with a sword now, he probably wouldn't be relieved.

At this moment, a guard shouted from outside the door: "Your Highness, the Great Elder said that he has something to discuss with you."

The prince cast a vicious glance at Chen Feng in the cage, and with a bang, he threw the sword in his hand to the ground again.As he straightened his clothes and walked out the door, he turned his head and said, "Don't even think about running away or calling for help. I've cast a spell on this house, so no matter how you shout, no one will hear you."

"Your Highness is really considerate." Chen Feng praised.

The prince almost tripped over the steps on the ground.

He was so angry that he touched something from the table and threw it at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng caught it with both hands.

It was a beautiful red stone.

It's a bit like the color of the prince's pupils, although it's inevitably a bit less.

Chen Feng wanted to thank His Highness for the gift, but he was afraid that his words would make the prince unhappy, so he silently held the stone in his hand.

After the prince went out, the door of the room was closed tightly, and it seemed to be locked from the outside.

Chen Feng continued to look at the cage in which he was locked.He always felt that the cage was a bit shoddy, without any decorations, without any lines, every iron rod was crooked, and even the spikes on the iron rods were scattered unevenly.

Let Chen Jiuxing pinch the plasticine better than this one.

Chen Feng shook every railing, making sure that although the cage was ugly, it was quite strong, then he stretched out his hand and tentatively pricked the spikes with his fingers.

The blood flowed down quickly, and the spike that had just pricked his finger was quickly corroded.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he was right.

His blood can not only hurt people but also things, but the restriction is: items in the Huming Realm.

Because Chen Feng remembered clearly that when the blood on his hand hurt the prince's shoulder, it rotted his clothes first.

However, Chen Feng was occasionally injured during his daily life and work, but this situation never happened.It can be seen from this that his blood only has a specific effect on things in the Huming world.

Chen Feng squatted down and wiped his own blood on the bottom of an iron railing on his index finger. Soon there was a small opening at the bottom of the iron railing, and the railing was only supported by the top, and it became swaying.

Chen Feng reached out and pushed open the railing, and walked out of the cage.

He had just looked at the room and felt that it should be the prince's room.He thought about looking through the items here while the prince was away, changing his passive situation, and seeing if he could find any clues about his relationship with the prince.

But he searched almost the entire room, but he didn't see anything like a diary.

Chen Feng was about to open the last drawer, but found that the drawer had been locked.

He suddenly remembered that the moment before he was locked in the cage, he seemed to see the prince put a pen in this drawer.

Chen Feng repeated his old trick and unlocked the drawer with the blood from his fingertips.

Opening the drawer, Chen Feng saw a stack of paper and a pen.

This is a strange-looking pencil with refillable cores. The body of the pen is thick and worn out, as if it has been used for many years.

Chen Feng reached out to pick up the paper under the pen again.

He turned the paper over.

On the white paper, a big black cage was drawn.

Chen Feng's heart suddenly beat faster, as if he had discovered some huge secret.He took this piece of paper and walked to the cage that had just locked him up and compared it inch by inch.

The exact same color, the exact same curve, the exact same spot of spike on each railing.

The lines on the paper were not smooth, there was a railing that was spelled out with two strokes, and the same interface appeared on the railing of the iron cage in front of him.

It looks like the cage was made exactly like this drawing.

Chen Feng thought of the way the cage appeared out of thin air and the moment the prince put down the pen when he turned his head, he always felt that things were not that simple.

He took the pen tentatively, pulled out a piece of white paper, and drew an anesthesia gun on the white paper.

next second.

An identical anesthesia gun appeared out of thin air on the table in front of Chen Cover.

Chen Feng stared blankly at the anesthesia gun on the table.

what is this?

Ma Liang magic pen?

It really is a magical world, and there is such a thing.

Besides... I really can draw better than the little prince.

Chen Feng thought silently.

He reached out to pick up the anesthesia gun on the table, and fired a shot at the sofa, and an anesthesia needle was stuck on the sofa.

Chen Feng walked over to take out the anesthesia needle, and couldn't help but sigh that this thing is exactly the same as the real thing.

Thanks to Wang Baqiang for giving Jiuxing a birthday gift half a month ago - a simulated toy anesthesia gun.

Otherwise, Chen Feng really doesn't know how to draw an anesthesia gun.

Chen Feng continued to look through the things in the drawer.He found that, in addition to the pen and a stack of papers, there was a black mobile phone in the drawer.

The moment Chen Feng picked up the phone, he felt a strange emotion in his heart.

A modern mobile phone is incompatible with the entire Huming world.

Chen Feng was sure that this was not the prince's stuff. When the prince was dressed as Wang He, he had had a strong interest in his non-intelligent elderly machine.

The prince doesn't even know what a cell phone is.

So why is there such a black smartphone in his drawer?

Chen Feng tried to turn on the phone, but there was still [-]% of the battery.

The mobile phone has no signal here, so Chen Feng opened the photo album, wanting to see the owner of the mobile phone.

The owner of the phone must be a very boring person, the content of the photo album is only a short page, except for the blue sky, there is only a screenshot of a text message.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Feng, I am Zhang Yan, the person in charge of the copyright department of Yuanhang Technology. The "Dream Eater" game that stopped running due to accidents a few years ago has been repaired and restarted. However, it is no longer commercially available. For us He Zhou, the president of the company, personally owns it, and because of some special reasons, Ye Hongyuan, one of the original protagonists in the game, and its plot were completely deleted, although when we purchased the copyright of the original manga from you, you have given us the right to adapt the game We have full rights to deal with it, but after all, we directly deleted the protagonist of the work, we still want to tell you, but it is inconvenient to tell you the specific reason, please forgive me."

"In addition, when you signed the contract with us, you signed a 10-year term. Now our company intends to renew the game adaptation copyright of your comic indefinitely. When do you think you are free, let's talk about it?"

The owner of the phone called by the other party was Teacher Chen Feng.

Chen Feng, comics, "Dream Eater".

Chen Feng silently read these words in his heart.

Perhaps, besides the noble but vain identity of the God of Light, he also has an ordinary human identity, and his occupation is a cartoonist.

This identity made him feel inexplicably at ease, like a person who has been floating all year round, suddenly touched the ground with his feet.

At this moment, the phone ran out of power and turned off. Chen Feng put Ma Liang's magic pen back into the drawer, and then put the bank card and phone that he had just drawn in his arms. He was about to leave here.

Since the prince is unwilling to tell him what happened at that time?I also don't want to tell him his real identity.

Then he, Chen Feng, came to investigate by himself.

Chen Feng walked to the window and opened it.

There was a huge eagle hovering in the sky. After seeing Chen Feng, he immediately bent down and rushed down, stopped in front of Chen Feng, and screamed excitedly.

Although this eagle is very big, it is only half the length of a person, but the strange thing is that Chen Feng feels that this eagle can help him.

"You seem to be very active." Chen Feng smiled and reached out to it, "Would you like to give me a ride and take me out of this castle?"

The huge eagle let out a cry of excitement, its body swelled several times in an instant, and then cautiously got closer to Chen Feng.

"Thank you."

Chen Feng stepped on the window sill and sat on the eagle's back.

"Take me out of Huming Realm." Chen Feng leaned over and hugged its neck, and said.

The flying speed suddenly slowed down, it turned its head and looked at Chen Feng, with tears in its eyes.

Chen Feng patted his head, comforted it softly and said: "I just went out to do some things, and I will be back soon."

Eagle's eyes lit up instantly.

He looked straight ahead, soaring into the sky.

Soon they arrived at the Huming Street checkpoint leading to humans. The soldiers turned into their original forms without any hindrance, watched Chen Feng silently, and left here.

After Chen Feng got home, he charged his phone first, and then opened the phone's address book.

In the address book of this mobile phone, there are no relatives or friends.Chen Feng found a picture of the sky taken from the window of the living room, opened the detailed information of the picture, and found the address where the picture was taken.

——Haichuan City, Beicheng District, Liming Garden.

Not far, just next door city.

Chen Feng set off immediately.

He was a little too excited, and couldn't wait to know the information about his past. He already knew how he lived as the God of Light, but he still wanted to know more, and wanted to know his life as a human being.

This feeling of excitement lasted until he stood in front of the community gate.

He didn't know which unit and which building he lived in.

A basin of cold water poured down.

And he didn't have an ID card, and even the property refused to help him inquire.

Chen Feng was a little frustrated.

Picking up his phone, he repeatedly compared several pictures of the sky outside the window, trying to figure out which floor he was on from this picture.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Feng, I'm Zhang Yan, the copyright manager of Yuanhang Technology. You finally answered the phone. We haven't been able to contact you for the past two months. Even if we go to your home, we can't see anyone. Now we can. You, that's great, when you're free, how about we renew the contract for the adaptation of "Dream Eater" comics?"

"Have you been to my house?" Chen Feng quickly grasped the point.

"Yes, Teacher Chen, but there is always no one."

"Could it be that you remember wrongly?"

"2102, Building [-], Limingyuan, Haichuan City, I looked for it according to the address on the last contract. Could it be that you have moved?"

"Thank you." Chen Feng smiled, and turned to walk to Building 5, 2102.

"Ah?" The person in charge here was a little confused. He scratched his head and asked, "When will the contract be signed? The signing date was agreed two months ago, but you suddenly disappeared. This makes it difficult for me to…”

"Have I agreed to sign the contract two months ago?" Chen Feng walked into the elevator and pressed it to the 21st floor.

Although he didn't have any impression, he just read the text message on the screenshot again, and he was very upset about the "deleting the main character without authorization and refusing to inform the specific content" mentioned in the text message.

He now attaches great importance to his right to know. He has been forced to erase his memory by the prince, and now he sells the copyright and has to be concealed by Party B.

Even if he has completely forgotten who Ye Hongyuan is now, it doesn't prevent him from being unhappy.

"Yes, you were not satisfied with the removal of the protagonist, but after our president explained it to you in person, you agreed."

As expected of me.

When the elevator arrived, Chen Feng walked out. He said to the person on the phone: "If possible, can you explain the specific reason to me again? After explaining the reason, I can sign the contract now."

"...wait a moment." The person in charge lowered his voice.

Chen Feng came to 2102 and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

He raised his head and looked at the space where he used to live.

"Hello." Someone else listened to the phone, it was a deep and steady voice, "I am He Zhou, the founder and CEO of Yuanhang Technology."

"Hi, I'm Chen Feng."

"I remember I explained the reason to you two months ago."

"I bumped my head some time ago and forgot some things. The reason you told me is one of them. I am very sorry for the inconvenience. Now there is only one person with me, and the call recording is not turned on. If you don't If you don't worry, I can still sign a non-disclosure agreement." Chen Feng opened the door of a room.

There seemed to be some problem with the doorknob of the room. Chen Feng couldn't press it down even though he tried his best. He tilted his head, clamped the phone on his shoulder, and pressed the door with both hands, and finally opened the door.

He looked up into the room, and took hold of the phone again.

"I don't know if you still believe it now, but I can only use one sentence to explain the reason for this matter to you."

The voice on the other end of the phone paused and said.

"The NPC in the game developed self-awareness and ran out."

There was a moment of silence in the air, and the sound of the door opening picked up the scattered manuscripts on the ground, and finally fluttered to the ground again, and there was almost a slight sound of paper falling to the ground.

Chen Feng stared at the wall in front of him, his voice hoarse.

"……I believe."

The walls of the house are covered with hand-painted paintings.

Black hair, delicate face, huge wings, ruby ​​eyes.

From childhood to adolescence, from prototype to human form, from simple and naive figure design to detailed and complete full-body portrait, all are the same person.

——The night is bright.