doodle prince

"It's all because of me," said the little prince suddenly, "I set them free."

As he said that, he took out the deformed notebook and pointed to the sentence "open the passage to every world" to Chen Feng.

"I accidentally wrote this with that pencil at the time, and I opened the passages in other comics." The prince paused, his hoarse voice tinged with a slight tremor, "It's all my fault, Angli is I let it out, on you...the wounds on your body are also...because of me, because of me."

"You didn't do anything wrong." Chen Feng comforted him softly, "I gave you the pen, and if you really want to talk about mistakes, I drew them all, and I am the culprit."

"You are not the culprit," said the prince.

His fingertips touched the long whip mark on Chen Feng's chest.

The whip was specially made, and it was covered with sharp hooks, which could almost hook off human flesh.Up to this moment, there are still traces of raised flesh and blood on Chen Feng's chest.

"Did the man named Ang Li beat all of these?" the prince asked tremblingly.

"Ah."

"Then Angli is the sinner." The little prince gritted his teeth and said.

"Ah."

The little prince's fingertips touched one scar after another.

"He also hit this one?" The little prince's voice became hoarse when he touched the knife mark.

Chen Feng nodded.

"This one……"

Chen Feng suddenly held the little prince's hand, stopped him from touching, and said, "This one hasn't grown well yet, the blood will hurt you."

The prince raised his head slowly.

Chen Feng saw the little prince's wet eyelashes and the crystal clear teardrops on his cheeks.

Chen Feng was suddenly fascinated, and said, "It would have been great if Angli hadn't given up using the soldering iron at that time."

The prince blinked blankly, and tears fell from his eyes when he blinked: "Why?"

Chen Feng wiped away the prince's tears, and said with a smile: "That soldering iron is very big, and it will leave terrible scars. If you saw it, you might kiss me in distress."

After all, his little prince is so soft-hearted and kind.

The prince stared at him blankly without speaking.

"I'm joking." Chen Feng patted his head.

But in the next second, the little prince closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed him cautiously.

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment before he realized: the little prince kissed him on his own initiative.

Chen Feng suddenly felt that his whole body was trapped in the clouds, his brain went blank, and his body floated up in a vain manner, rushing out of the clouds, out of the atmosphere, and floating in the vast universe.

There is no regret even in death.

He bent his lips, wrapped his arms around the prince's waist, and kissed him back deeply.

After the prince let go of Chen Feng, he staggered a little. Chen Feng grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling down on the bed.

The prince's face was flushed, panting lightly, he held Chen Feng's wrist.

But his hand inadvertently touched the cold iron ring.

He lowered his head, stared at the black bracelet on Chen Feng's wrist, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'll open it for you and take you away."

As he spoke, he grabbed the bracelet and prepared to destroy it.

Chen Feng said, "It will explode."

The prince stopped and looked up at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng continued: "As long as one of the bracelets is violently demolished, the remaining three will explode, and the power can make my bones disappear."

The prince's face paled for a while, and he let go of Chen Feng's wrist: "...then what should we do?"

If the iron ring is violently destroyed, it will explode, and if you leave the tower with Chen Feng, you will be shocked again.

So... can't he take Chen Feng out?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he said to Chen Feng: "I will use transfiguration to make you smaller, so you can take off the iron ring."

Chen Feng blinked: "Then you change."

The prince took a deep breath nervously, then touched Chen Feng's arm with his right hand to cast a spell on him.

A layer of faint fluorescent light enveloped Chen Feng, and the next moment, Chen Feng's figure became smaller by a large circle, only half of his original height.

But the prince looked down, and saw that the iron ring was also shrinking against Chen Feng's wrist.

Still can't take it off.

The prince lowered his eyelids, and the whole person became depressed.

The iron ring cannot be dismantled violently, nor can it leave the tower with Chen Feng.

He had no choice but to change Chen Feng back, and the iron ring returned to its original shape.

"I...I also want to take you to Huming Realm to let the elders treat your arms and wounds. They are very skilled in medicine and will definitely help you get rid of those scars."

Chen Feng looked at his arm that had been dislocated for hundreds of days, and suddenly said: "How about you help me treat it?"

The prince shook his head: "No, my mana related to medical skills is very poor. Not only can I not help you heal, but it may even harm you."

"you may try it."

The prince's attitude was very firm: "No, I can't test medical skills on you."

At this moment, the prince suddenly thought of something and said, "Chen Feng, do you know that you have the power of speech."

"Yanling?"

"It's what you say that can become true."

The prince explained to Chen Feng that Huming Realm had an extra princess because of Chen Feng's casual sentence, and that the old lady who had been disabled for many years also suddenly recovered.

"You were like this when you were a child, so I think you have regained your strength," said the prince.

Chen Feng was silent for a while, then said: "If this is true..."

"Then you are the real God of Light," said the prince.

Thinking of this level, the prince looked up at Chen Feng, his eyes were full of bright expectations: "Try and see if you can untie this iron ring in this way."

Chen Feng lowered his head suspiciously, looked at the iron ring in his hand, and said, "Open."

But the hoop didn't budge.

"No, no, you should be more specific."

Chen Feng glanced at the watch not far away, and said: "On February 2225, 2, at 5:7 in the evening, in the high tower room in Chengluo District, Hanchuan City, the iron ring on Chen Feng's left wrist was opened. "

Very specific, the time, place, and characters are all there.

……

1 minute passed and nothing changed.

"Maybe... it will take time?" The prince hesitated, and said, "The mother-in-law didn't recover immediately, but recovered the next day."

"It may also be because this power can only be used in the Huming world." Chen Feng said.

After all, he is not a real god, just a painter.

The Huming Realm is the world he created. He may be able to call the wind and rain in it and be omnipotent, but the place he is in now is the real human world.

"...So, I can't do anything? I came to rescue you, but I can't take you away?" The prince lowered his head with a very frustrated expression.

"Don't worry." Chen Feng said, "There will be a way."

Prince: "What should I do..."

Chen Feng suddenly covered the prince's mouth.

At this moment, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor suddenly sounded.

Angli is back.

The prince instantly became the size of a thumb and hid in the bookshelf behind Chen Feng.

Ang Li's figure slowly appeared from behind the screen, then walked in front of Chen Feng, and stopped suddenly.

He raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised: "You woke up very early this time, but you only slept for one day."

Chen Feng still had no expression on his face, his expression was dull, his eyelids were half closed, as if he hadn't woken up.

But Ang Li felt that Chen Feng had some small changes.

Like a dirty mud pit, small, tender green shoots suddenly sprouted.

...Is it because he took a shower?

Angli was a little confused.

Chen Feng rubbed his head casually, and his half-dry hair immediately curled up.

He yawned as usual, and walked to the restaurant to eat step by step.

Chen Feng sat on a chair in the dining room, and Ang Li followed immediately.

He picked up a wireless hair dryer and stood behind Chen Feng to dry his hair.

But just as he turned on the hair dryer, his movements suddenly stopped.

Angli turned his head to look around and frowned: "Is there a mouse? Why do I hear the sound of teeth grinding?"

Chen Feng was still the same as before, ignoring him.

Ang Li lowered his head, but suddenly found that the corners of Chen Feng's lips were slightly curved.

Like a pool of stagnant water full of moss, shallow ripples suddenly appeared.

Angli was taken aback for a moment.

He had never seen Chen Feng smile like this.

It was a whim, pretending to be gentle, and Ang Li didn't even think about drying Chen Feng's hair. He put down the hair dryer, turned around and sat opposite Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's smile just now disappeared, he lowered his head, listlessly eating the dry and cold bread.

Ang Li held his face in his hands, looked at Chen Feng, with a smile on his lips: "Do you know what I'm going to do today?"

Chen Feng didn't reply him, and Angli was already used to it.

He said to himself: "I went to the southern hemisphere today and brought back a virus that can instantly turn people into pus."

He blinked, as if he had become innocent: "This city is your hometown, how can there be only zombies and monsters, this place deserves the best."

His voice paused, and his eyes scanned Chen Feng from top to bottom: "In addition to this, I also brought back a very beautiful whip, even if you are not afraid of pain..."

At this moment, the siren outside the tower sounded suddenly, accompanied by flames soaring into the sky, and high-pitched screams one after another.

Ang Li's expression changed, he stood up and looked out.

There was no sign of fire under the tower, and the zombies and monsters around the tower twisted their bodies and let out screams.

Ang Li frowned, stood up and strode out.

Chen Feng finally finished eating the piece of bread in his hand. He lowered his eyes expressionlessly and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

The napkin was put down, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

The little prince came from behind him with a gloomy expression.

Chen Feng turned to look at him, and asked with a smile, "You set the fire?"

The little prince didn't speak, picked up the hair dryer by the dining table, and blow-dried Chen Feng's hair as if venting his anger.

"It hurts." Chen Feng blinked.

The movements of the little prince's hands involuntarily slowed down a bit.

"What shall I do to get you out of here," said the prince sullenly, "shall I tie up that man and force him to open the iron ring?"

Chen Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a spherical object the size of a fingernail.

The prince took it and looked at it curiously: "What is this?"

Chen Feng said: "This is the key to this tower."

"By the way, how did you get in?" Chen Feng asked suddenly.

"When the helicopter was feeding the zombies, it shrunk its body and came in through the gap."

Chen Feng nodded. He stretched out his hand and flicked the spherical object twice, and a light blue number appeared on it. He pointed it out to the prince: "Password 0175, you can open and close the door. Password 2451, you can take the straight elevator. After entering the straight elevator, press down on the first floor, and you will enter a torture room. Behind the inner wall of the torture room is a safe. The password of the safe is 7725895. There is a controller inside. Press the black button on the controller. The iron ring on it will be untied automatically."

While listening to Chen Feng, the prince nervously recited those numbers in a low voice, for fear of remembering them wrong.

Chen gave him a note: "No need to memorize it, I wrote it down."

"Okay." The prince put the note and key in his pocket in a panic, for fear of being discovered.

"...Wait." The prince raised his head suddenly, "How do you know this, the key... and where did you come from?"

Chen Feng looked up at the little prince and suddenly smiled.

"Didn't I say that I am here, apart from being beaten and suffering, I am waiting for you to save me."

Therefore, if the little prince came to rescue him, he would definitely let the little prince rescue him.

After all, he has fantasized and simulated thousands of times in his mind.