doodle prince

Screwdrivers and wrenches are on the ground.

To pick up or not to pick up, this is a question worth pondering.

What if you lower your head to pick it up, and the monster takes the opportunity to attack you?

If he keeps standing and doesn't pick it up, he will be unarmed and really feel insecure.

After continuing to stalemate with the monster who was hesitating whether to stick out the red bean eyes for a while, Chen Feng finally moved.

He looked directly at the monster without blinking, and then manipulated his stiff body, bit by bit, inch by inch, to squat down.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch the wrench.

The monster attached to the wall rushed out of the window like a black hurricane.

With a loud bang, the three pieces of glass in the kitchen all broke, and the glass shards splashed everywhere and fell all over the floor. Everything in the whole kitchen seemed to have gone through a violent storm. None of the ladles were spared.

Only Chen Feng had no scratches on his body.

Just a little cold.

Without the glass, the night wind raged in, making Chen Feng's underpants rattling.

Chen Feng looked up at the place where the monster had stayed. There was still black slime on the wall, proving that it had been there.

Chen Feng stared at the mucus for a long time, so that he didn't notice the changes under his feet.

Small black bugs, smaller than ants, poured out from every corner.They grow from the corners, they crawl from the bottom of the cabinets, they grow from every dark corner.

One splits into two, two splits into four, four splits into eight... and then hundreds, thousands, billions.

The dense worms gathered together, if you don't look carefully, it's like a moving black curtain.They ate the shards of glass on the ground, they ate the stains from fallen oil drums, and every place they passed was as clean as ever.

Thousands of worms hold up fallen chopsticks, tens of thousands of worms lift up dropped spoons, and hundreds of thousands of worms hold up fallen stainless steel bowls.

They put everything back in its place, and in return they swallow the dirt and stains inside.

When Chen Feng noticed them, there were already a dense group of bugs lifting up the brand new windows moved from nowhere, struggling to fan the transparent wings, flying up with the windows, and reinstalling them on the wall.

Chen Feng rubbed his eyes and lowered his head, only to find that the little black bug walking on the ground was busy packing other things.

But strangely, they all avoided Chen Feng's feet.

The black, flowing curtain spontaneously left a gap of one decimeter around him.

The kitchen quickly became immaculate.

The bugs started eating their mates.

Two become one, four become one, eight become one... One hundred, ten million, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million bugs are rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye , and then turned into a little black bug, slipping into an invisible corner.

Chen Feng raised his head, glanced at the wall without any black mucus, and stood there for a long time.

Chen Feng's legs soon became numb.

"...It's a dream."

Chen Feng murmured, then turned around and walked back to the bedroom.

By the way, I forgot to turn off the lights.

Chen Feng turned around.

But the lights were suddenly turned off at this moment.

Before the world went dark.

Chen Feng saw a row of gradually shortening black worms crawling down the switch.

The little black bug turned off the light for him.

Chen Feng blinked.

His brain must have been broken just now, for a moment, he thought they were so sweet.

The moment Chen Feng was lying on the bed, he suddenly felt drowsy, and in a blur of consciousness, he vaguely felt that something cold had landed on his fingertips.

When Chen Feng woke up the next morning, he felt dizzy and couldn't even remember what day it was.

Chen Feng shook his head vigorously, only to wake up a little bit, remembering what he experienced yesterday, an unbelievable thing like a dream.

He was forced to jump off a building, and while hanging on the clothes rail, he imagined that he was saved by an angel.His father is super rich and gave him one billion.

Also, his son seems to be Wang Baqiang's offspring.

Chen Feng pressed his temple.

And...and...

He seems to have had a dream, what dream?It seems...it seems...it seems that the faucet is broken, the ceiling is dirty, the glass is broken...sesame seeds are scattered?

... what and what is this all about?

Incredible.

Chen Feng went to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and turned it off again.

Bad yarn, very good.

What about the 558 package, how could it be broken?

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, Chen Feng slowly put his right hand in front of his eyes.

I don't know when there was a small tooth mark on the index finger of the right hand.

Chen Feng raised his right hand and ran into the room to show it to Chen Jiuxing: "Jiuxing, did you bite me last night?"

"No!" Chen Jiuxing shook his head heavily while putting on his clothes, "I sleep very well!"

Chen Feng pinched his chubby face, then smiled and took off his reversed clothes, and put them back on again.

Smiling, Chen Feng remembered that Chen Jiuxing was not his biological son, and suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart.

His Royal Highness the prince with black hair and red eyes sat high on the throne. He put down the phantom mirror in his hand, propped his cheek with his right hand, and said lazily, "It seems that the current level is far from enough. I don't feel that he is in pain at all." .”

The guard Zuo An, wearing a half-mask, glanced at Chen Feng who was peeling eggs for Chen Jiuxing in the mirror, and nodded solemnly.

He also followed His Highness to observe Chen Feng for a month from the magic mirror.In the past month, Chen Fengyou was so tired that his body was sore and his hands were covered with calluses, but he still had to grit his teeth and move bricks, and sometimes he was ridiculed by his wife when he returned home after a hard day's work, and sometimes he was insulted by others because of poverty. When laughing, there are also times when I meet my wife cheating and learn that my son's biological father is someone else.

But this Chen Feng was always calm and calm.

Zuo An knew that His Highness wanted to see him in distress, wanted to see him in pain, wanted to see him lost his mind, wanted to see him in pain.

But Chen Feng never did.

Even if he entered the restaurant wearing dirty work clothes, he was slandered that he stole the money from the store. All the customers looked at him with contempt, and finally he was dragged to the alley, beaten and kicked, and thrown like a dead dog. In the trash can, Chen Feng didn't lose his composure.

This accident was not deliberately arranged by His Highness, so when the accident happened, His Highness found it even more interesting, and enthusiastically used the largest and clearest mirror to see Chen Feng's tragic situation, so seeing the ending was even more surprising. away from anger.

After Chen Feng was thrown into the trash can, the sky just turned cloudy, and thunder and lightning roared. Chen Feng raised his head without saying a word, and looked at the sky.

At that time, Zuo An felt that Mr. Chen would shed at least one tear.

but no.

Chen Feng looked at the sky and said, "Ah, I want to take a bath." Then he crawled out of the trash can and went home to take a bath.

At that time, there was no one at home. After Chen Feng took a shower, he fried a plate of peanuts, and then sat on the sofa, eating while watching TV. The show was obviously not funny, but he laughed so hard that he was almost caught by peanuts. Mi choked.

Zuo An remembered clearly that when His Highness saw this, he shattered the phantom mirror with his palm, and then said to him with a gloomy expression: "Call the deer bone who is in charge of the amnesiac. I want to ask him. Chen Feng lost his memory, or let Chen Feng lose his mind, how come he doesn't even have self-esteem?"

At that time, Lord Lugu almost smashed his head, and only then did His Highness reluctantly believe that he really only erased Chen Feng's memory and did not use half of his intelligence.

As for why he looks like this now...

Zuo An thought, maybe Mr. Chen has such a heart, but they don't know it.

Zuo An came back to his senses from his memory, and Chen Feng in the phantom mirror was already carrying his schoolbag and was about to send Chen Jiuxing to study.

Mr. Chen in the mirror had a gentle and loving smile, as if the boy opposite him with a three-tiered chin, beady eyes, and three moles on his cheeks, who looked exactly like Wang Baqiang next door, was really his child.

It didn't look like he was half hit.

"Is it because the time is too short? I haven't invested in feelings yet, so my wife's cheating and the fact that my son is not his own can't make him suffer?" His Highness asked thoughtfully.

Zuo An nodded in agreement.

His Highness suddenly thought of something again, and said to Zuo An: "Arrange some women to seduce Chen Feng."

His Highness paused, and added: "It must be extremely beautiful."

"Yes."

Zuo An also knew what His Highness meant, let Chen Feng fall in love, and then let the beauty abandon Chen Feng.

It's the same way as instigating Lvtiao to give Chen Feng one billion yuan, and then tricking him into poverty later on.

It has to be said that although His Highness is the most perfect person in heaven and earth, his imagination is a little lacking, and when he thinks of ways to torture people, there are only two or three that he learned from books.

only……

Zuo An glanced at the Mirage Mirror again.

Chen Feng's kind of person is cold-hearted, cold-blooded and has no desires or desires. He is indifferent even to his wife's cheating, and he is calm and calm even when he suddenly becomes rich... Really, does he have the ability to fall in love?

And, stunningly beautiful?

In terms of appearance, who can compare to His Highness?

Suddenly realizing how offensive his thoughts were, Zuo An immediately shivered and stopped all thoughts that he shouldn't have.

"Your Majesty, let's do it now." Zuo An was about to retreat after saluting, but suddenly found that His Royal Highness was surrounded by fluorescent lights.

When the fluorescent light dissipated, His Highness had already retracted his wings and changed into a human costume.

His Highness's appearance is fierce and flamboyant, with an incomparably noble beauty. Wearing a court costume and royal laurel crown, it is so noble and dazzling that people dare not look directly at it. But at this moment, His Highness is changing according to the appearance of human clothing in the illusion He put on a normal suit, and deliberately made his eyes dark red, almost no different from a human man.

No, where in this world are there such good-looking humans?

Zuo An was almost stunned, unable to recover for a long time.It wasn't until His Highness walked down the steps that he suddenly woke up: "Your Highness, who are you?"

"This time, I want to supervise the work personally." His Highness said lightly, "If I can't make him suffer mentally, I will settle for the next best thing, and let him taste that physical life is worse than death."

After Chen Feng sent his son to the kindergarten, he intended to go to the construction site.

He has worked on the construction site for another two days and it will be a full month. He went to the construction site this time just to ask the boss if he could settle his salary.

With 10 billion yuan, what bricks does he move?

But the original salary must still be given.

Otherwise, he was facing the yellow sand and his back to the sky, pushing a cart and carrying bricks, and the sweat left by his hard work would not have been in vain.

But the problem was, when he passed by a small shop with a plaque that said: "Exorcism Museum", he couldn't move.

He really wanted to go in.

I don't know why, obviously he didn't encounter any ghosts, ghosts, ghosts and strange things, but he just wanted to go in.

For no reason, he wanted to find a mage or spiritual master to go to his home to recite scriptures and do exercises.

Chen Feng himself knew that he was so superstitious.

Obviously nothing happened around him, at most he had some strange dreams, so he felt so uneasy.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, and finally felt that he had to follow his heart and spend a fortune.

In today's society, everything needs to be packaged.

Master Jingze of the "Exorcism Hall" told Chen Feng a lot, saying that he has a dark seal, there are ominous spirits all over his body, and he will be a companion in dreams, devouring his energy, and recommend him to provide one-on-one luxury personal service combo.

Healers will follow him 24 hours a day to help him resist evil spirits.

The minimum is eighteen thousand.

You can hire a mage for a month.

Master Jingze said: "Our moon-paying spiritual masters here are professional. They all have standard appearance and soft bodies. They can not only help you resist evil spirits, but also help you resist bad luck. Not only that, they also eat and sleep with you. , to chat with you, to bring you spiritual well-being and physical comfort.”

Chen Feng: "...?"

Why does he feel that the more he listens, the more something is wrong.

"Pack?" Master Jingze blinked.

Chen Feng asked suspiciously: "Is this really a serious spiritual master?"

"Of course it's a serious spiritual master! Otherwise, what else?" Master Jingze looked serious.

Chen Feng recalled that he saw a rewarded report call for pornography in a magazine, while pretending to be very interested and nodded: "Can I see the psychic first?"

"Of course! Our spiritual masters here also have different skills and different prices. You can choose whatever you want, and you will pay if you choose!"

When the mages walked in in a row, Chen Feng silently put down the mobile phone that had entered the report number.

What Master Jingze said is true, these spiritual masters are indeed standard in appearance and soft in body.

They all have bald heads, thick earlobes and double chins, and their bodies are also very soft. Even wearing loose Taoist uniforms, you can vaguely see their soft and elastic belly.

Amitabha, it is his thoughts that are polluted.

Chen Feng repented silently.

It's just... these spiritual masters are wearing Taoist robes, Buddhist beads in their hands, and crosses around their necks...

"May I ask." Chen Feng said, "Dare to ask the religious beliefs of the healers..."

"Our spiritual masters are omnipotent! They can subdue monsters from the three realms, detect ghosts from east and west, and if you need them, they can also help you with a full set of acupuncture, cupping, and massage!" Master Jingze introduced proudly.

If you want to put it aside, Chen Feng was silently complaining in his heart, if you want to cheat money and practice kung fu, then come back, but now he is no longer the original Chen Feng, he is Chen Feng, a super local tyrant who has 10 billion in his hand and can squander it wantonly.

After thinking about the dreams and strange fantasies he had a few days ago, Chen Fengcai waved his hand boldly: "Pick up the most expensive one."

As soon as Chen Feng finished speaking, there was a gust of wind, and the door frame was rattled. I don't know if it was an illusion. Chen Feng vaguely saw a cloud of black mist rushing out of the door, driving the air to rush, and the curtain in front of him broke through the shackles of the ribbon. , fluttering in the air, just covering all of Chen Feng's sight.

The wind gradually stopped, and the scarlet curtain also slowly subsided and fell to the spot.

It was only then that Chen Feng realized that the bald spiritualist in front of him gave up his position at some point, and stood neatly on both sides, bowing his head without saying a word.

Quiet.

There was a dead silence.

The birds outside the window, the insects in the bushes, and the wind in the air all seemed to be at rest. The entire space was incredibly quiet, and it seemed that everyone was holding their breath.

Only where the corner of the vermilion cloth hangs down to the ground can there be a sound of footsteps at a steady pace.

Chen Feng looked up.

Even the sound of breathing was held.

The person who came was a spiritual master wearing a dark Taoist robe.

A very beautiful young healer.

Different from the loose and simple cyan Taoist robes worn by others, this person is dressed in black ink, with silver dark patterns embroidered on the sleeves and necklines. As he walks, the sleeves of his clothes flutter, and the dark patterns appear under the reflection of the light, which is almost The flowing light made his already handsome figure even more upright, and the head on the Taoist robe... It should never be the appearance of a human being. Hair like ink, skin like snow, deep The red eyes are psychic and clear. I don't know if it is an illusion. Under the reflection of the light, a dark red light and shadow can be faintly seen in the depths of the eyes.

He stretched out his hand towards Chen Feng, as if he suddenly had a beautiful picture of life.

"Mr. Chen, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

Chen Feng was almost bewitched, he stretched out his hand in a daze, and shook hands with him.

The moment the two hands were clasped, Chen Feng was shocked by the cold hand of the spiritual master, and finally came back to his senses.

Chen Feng was silent for a while, then turned to look at Master Jingze, with a sincere and serious tone: "I don't want this, I still want the bald one over there. This spiritual master is flashy at first glance, young and inexperienced, It also looks much more expensive than imagined."

The air froze for a moment.

The Healer's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chen Feng wanted to ease the atmosphere and smiled.

But no laughing.

Just like yesterday he always thought that Chen Zihua would put snot on his hair, he also had a strong premonition in his heart just now.

——If he accepts this healer, something extremely ominous will happen.

He will encounter more unimaginable and unpredictable things, he will completely subvert his current cognition and three views, he will not be able to control his soul, and he will fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

All in all, bad luck for him.

This ominous premonition was so strong that even his heart tightened slightly, and a kind of repulsion arose from the depths of his heart, making him want to stay away from this extremely beautiful spiritual master, a little further away.

Little by little, he tried to withdraw his hand from the spiritual master.

It didn't work out.

"Crack."

Only a crisp fracture sound was heard.

Chen Feng, who was originally calm, suddenly screamed.

"Ahhhh—hand—"

The spiritual master let go, and saw that Chen Feng's upper and lower right hands were completely glued together, as if the bones of his hand had been broken by life.

Annoyance flashed across the Healer's face.

Master Jingze widened his eyes in shock, and said at a loss: "Yes...I'm sorry...I...we apologize to you on his behalf..."

"Stop apologizing, call... call an ambulance..."

After Chen Feng said the last sentence, he fainted from the pain.

Look... an ominous thing happened.