doodle prince

The prince silently took eight or nine deep breaths before he managed to calm himself down.

He didn't know anything about the current situation, let alone the origin of the man in the white military uniform in the tower.

But judging from the man's behavior of feeding the zombie just now, he is definitely not a simple person, and the prince naturally dare not act rashly.

The prince clenched and loosened his hands, and looked coldly at the two men who were making intimate moves in the room.

It was only then that he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Chen Feng's right hand, and he hadn't raised it from the beginning to the end. Even if he had just spread the jam, he put the bread on the plate and wiped it with one hand.

But obviously, the inconvenient right hand doesn't seem to affect his life, after all, the man opposite him takes good care of him.

Even seeing that he didn't spread the jam evenly, she wiped it again for him.

The prince couldn't hear what was said inside, but he could see their actions clearly.

After Chen Feng finished his meal and rinsed his mouth, he stood up and walked towards the bed not far away.

The man picked up the napkin on the table, dried his fingers slowly, then stood up and followed Chen Feng to the bed.

The prince stared at them, hardly noticing the harsh sound of his two sharp claws scratching the glass wall.

The two people in the room seemed to sense something and turned their heads.

One second before they found themselves, the prince quickly used teleportation and left here.

Chen Feng heard a strange noise, turned his head to look at the glass, but found nothing.

He turned around and yawned, fell on the bed tiredly, rolled over, and wrapped himself in the blanket.

"Why do you always sleep?" Ang Li asked suddenly.

Chen Feng stretched out his left hand to touch the blindfold under the pillow. When he heard this question, he stopped his movements and seemed to think carefully for a moment before replying, "Maybe it's because I'm waiting for my prince to come and save me."

Angli laughed: "Sleeping Beauty?"

Chen Feng touched his hair, which he hadn't washed for several days, and said, "Sleeping."

Angli suppressed his smile slightly, and his tone became ambiguous: "Then I am honored to be the prince who kissed you awake?"

"You are not a prince." Chen Feng said lightly.

He finally reached for the blindfold and put it on expertly with his left hand.

The world fell into a comfortable darkness, and Chen Feng was ready to let himself fall into a familiar sleep.

At this moment, Angli asked again: "Can I sleep with you?"

The bed is very big, if it is not too crowded, it can sleep ten people.

"Whatever." Chen Feng said.

The bed beside her was sunken, and then there was the sound of undressing.

"Just sleeping?" Ang Li asked with a light smile.

Chen Feng felt that the drowsiness brewing in him was slipping away, he pulled off his blindfold, and looked at the man beside him expressionlessly: "Can you be quiet?"

Ang Li knelt in front of Chen Feng, with the collar of his white shirt wide open, revealing his slender neck and beautiful collarbone. He held Chen Feng's left hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of Chen Feng's hand, and said in a bewitching tone: "You are all You have been sleeping alone for so long, do you want to change the way and let me sleep with you?"

Chen Feng pulled out his hand, and took out a piece of paper from the bedside, and wiped off the drool on it.

There was no ups and downs in his tone: "I can't be hard on you."

Angli felt that this person was really boring.

He didn't force it, and changed the subject: "I'm still curious, why have you been imprisoned by me for so long, why have you never thought of escaping?"

Chen Feng pulled down the blindfold again, and wrapped himself in the quilt, with a careless voice in his voice.

"Here, food and housing are in charge, why do you have to leave?"

And it's conspicuous.

There is no more conspicuous place in the whole city than here. If the little prince wants to come to him, he can be seen at a glance.

Angli got off the bed, put on his coat, and turned off all the lights in the room.

In the darkness, taking advantage of the moonlight, he looked at the man on the bed who got up once every two days and ate once every three days, and said softly.

"Do you know, you look like a pool of mud that is always in the dark place now, and your whole body exudes an aura of depravity and decay."

Mud didn't bother to talk to him, and fell asleep on his own.

Angli walked to the control room, and the ladder took him to the top of the tower.

He looked at the city full of devastation, and at the chaotic hordes of zombies on the ground.

He destroyed the real world and imprisoned the person who created him, but he was still not very satisfied.

Angli thought, perhaps it was because the imprisoned people did not have the consciousness of being imprisoned.

Not only that, that person knows neither hunger nor pain, neither sorrow nor joy, neither joy nor anger.

Rotten like a puddle of mud to be trampled on.

It was a long, long time ago that Angli met Chen Feng for the first time.

It was a wonderful day. He felt that he suddenly became conscious and wandered in the sky and the earth.

For some reason, he suddenly felt unusually surging and boiling.

He feels that he has the power to manipulate the entire world, and he feels that he is the most perfect existence in the entire world.

He made time stand still, and time stands still.

He made time speed up, and time speeded up.

He considers himself a god.

A rapidly growing god whose power is growing every moment.

But on the night of his birth, a man wrapped in golden light suddenly appeared.

He thought he was an omnipotent god, but for some reason, when the man appeared, he became a wooden sculpture standing on the ground, unable to move or laugh.

The man came up and stroked his hair, stroked his eyes.

He seemed a little dazed, then took a step back, looked at him, and said, "No."

The man held his forehead in some pain, then turned his head to look at him, as if looking at a fake, he murmured: "What am I trying to imitate and create... Forget it."

After speaking, the man left.

After the man left, Angli felt that everything was back to normal, and it was no longer normal.

He is still very strong, but will not continue to grow.

The rest of the world doesn't grow either, like a stiff marionette doing the same thing every day.

Like a group of zombies.

But he knew two things.

That man is the real god, he is not.

He is a semi-finished product that was half-created and then discarded, and even more of a fake.

After Chen Feng came out of Huming Realm, about ten days later, he met Ang Li.

He also forgot the specific day.

After all, he was asleep most of the time, and he really couldn't remember the days.

All in all, he woke up from hunger that day and went to eat the instant noodles in the corner. After eating half of it, he saw an extra pair of feet in front of his eyes. He looked along those feet and saw Ang Li.

The moment he saw this person, there was a millisecond of joy.

After seeing this person's face clearly, the joy fell down again.

He looks like the little prince.

But he is not.

The man looked at him and asked, "Do you remember me?"

Chen Feng shook his head.

"My name is Angli." He said again.

Chen Feng tried to think in his mind for a long time before he remembered who he was.

When he was 20 years old, he jumped into the sea without warning, escaped from the island, and lived alone.

He picked up a brush and started painting.

And this Angli is the first character he created.

It was a very strange state at that time. He had never learned to paint, but he felt that the brush was very familiar.

Even though his mind was completely blank, the outline of the person was clearly drawn in his pen.

He named the man Ang Li, and subconsciously picked up a red paintbrush to paint his eyes.

But for some reason, the moment his hand touched the red paintbrush, he turned his head and took the black one.

He set this character as a perfect existence and endowed him with powerful abilities.

After finishing the painting, Chen Feng felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

At night, Chen Feng had a dream.

Chen Feng had forgotten the content of the dream in the early morning of the next day, but he suddenly knew where the disobedience in Ang Li came from.

The figure is like a parody, like a replica.

Although Chen Feng couldn't figure out which comic character he was imitating, since he was suspected of plagiarism, it was difficult for him to use this character again.

So Chen Feng shelved him and recreated a new comic character.

Now that I think about it, Angli should have drawn it involuntarily after he regained his brush after amnesia.

Once born and twice cooked.

Chen Feng immediately understood that this person was here to take revenge on him again.

Sure enough, when this person accidentally found out that he had a lover who had broken up, he frantically searched the world, trying to catch this lover and kill him in front of him.

But he couldn't find the little prince in another world, so he accelerated the flow of time, allowing the time of the entire human world except Chen Feng to fast forward to 200 years later.

After doing all this, he looked at Chen Feng with a smile: "How is it, knowing that your lover has died of old age and turned into ashes and dust, how does it feel?"

……so boring.

Chen Feng glanced at him silently, ready to go back to sleep.

But when he turned around, he found that his home was already in ruins.

But luckily.

Angli built a tower and placed him in it.

Also take care of the meal.

After Chen Feng entered the tower, he fell into a drowsy sleep. Occasionally, when he woke up, he saw that the house next to him had collapsed, the zombies brought by Angli had grown stronger, and the human world was in a desperate situation.

And his daily life is usually to get up to eat when he is very hungry, look up to see how the world has been destroyed, and then lie down under the quilt again and continue to sleep.

Waiting for his little prince to rescue him again.

It was evening when Chen Feng woke up again.

The sky outside the window turned into a very beautiful color, and the clouds on the horizon seemed to be reddened by the bonfire, and they were all red.

The vibrant sky is in stark contrast to the dilapidated and gloomy land, even though it is full of gunpowder, it is quite artistic.

The beautiful scenery brought Chen Feng back to life. He picked up a bath towel, drooped his eyes, pulled on his slippers, yawned, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When Chen Feng came out of the shower, Angli had already returned.

He was still wearing the same white military uniform for thousands of years, with his back turned to Chen Feng and looking at the sky.

Hearing the sound, he turned around slowly.

"You live a more leisurely life than me." Angli said in a flat tone.

Chen Feng paused, looked up at Ang Li, and suddenly said with a smile: "I still want to thank you for your accommodation and services."

Angli walked into Chen Feng slowly. He casually picked up the dry towel beside him and handed it to Chen Feng. He raised his eyebrows, but there seemed to be ice in his eyes: "Thank you? How are you going to thank me."

Chen Feng took the dry towel but didn't wipe his head. The water dripped down his soft black hair into his neck and collar. He stared at Ang Li with burning eyes and said, "Naturally, I will thank you according to the previous method of thanking you."

"...Then how did you thank me in the past?" Ang Li asked.

Chen Feng smiled, he took a step forward, lowered his head, the tip of his nose almost touched Angli's forehead.

Ang Li's face darkened, and he subconsciously stepped back.

Chen Feng's left hand tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him in his arms, preventing him from moving a bit.

Angli stretched out his hand to push Chen Feng, but Chen Feng led them into the soft bed.

Chen Feng suppressed him, rubbed his nose lightly against his, saw the dark red gradually appearing in his beautiful pupils, and smiled softly.

"Your Highness, thank you for coming to save me again."

"Snapped!"

In the next second, a slap landed on Chen Feng's face.

"Ang Li" under him has changed back to the appearance of the little prince. He has red eyes, all the black wings on his back are spread out, and his face is as cold as a blade.

Chen Feng didn't feel any pain when he got slapped. He lowered his head like a shameless bastard, with an unstoppable smile on his face, and bit His Highness the prince's cheek.

Leave a round tooth mark.

The little prince's eyes were red, his nose was red, and he opened his mouth pretending to be fierce, revealing two small pointed teeth.

Chen closed his eyes and leaned over.

Gently licked his pointed teeth.