doodle prince

Just as the prince stepped out of the door and was about to leave, his arm was grabbed by someone.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Chen Feng's frowning: "There's no need to look for him, he's dangerous, and I don't care what he did to me."

"It's your business whether you care about it or not," said the prince, "but I can't be angry."

The Qiankun bag in the prince's pocket suddenly moved, he lowered his head, took out the Qiankun bag and handed it to Chen Feng, "You take this first, I'll be back soon."

After speaking, he pushed Chen Feng's hand away and disappeared outside the door.

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and opened the Qiankun bag.

Suddenly, a round, fleshy little monster the size of a palm jumped out of the bag.

Angli was woken up by being splashed with a basin of water.

He opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a dense pile of small black bugs.

Seeing that he woke up, the dense pile of black worms scattered by his side in an uproar with the empty water basin.

After the black worms dispersed, Angli finally saw the situation clearly.

His whole body was suspended in the air, his limbs were spread wide, and his hands and feet were all hung by iron chains.

And the place he was in was the basement floor where he tortured Chen Feng until he was exhausted.

There are no windows and the lighting is very dim.The only light that was turned on happened to hang above his head, and the dim yellow light fell down. In the darkness of the room, only he was suspended in the center, illuminated by the light, like a clown under the spotlight on the stage.

The feeling of being suspended was not pleasant, and he struggled subconsciously, causing the iron chain to rattle.

His brain gradually became clear, and he suddenly remembered the picture he saw at the last moment before he passed out.

Chen Feng unlocked the electric shock ring, and someone broke into the tower and took him away.

Ang Li had a splitting headache, he raised his head and looked around with a distorted face, Chen Feng, what about Chen Feng...

Sweeping to the corner of the wall, his eyes suddenly stopped.

There is no Chen Feng, and there is a young man standing in the corner.

The young man turned his back to him, wearing a gorgeous crown on his head, and wearing a dark red robe. He was in a dark corner of the wall, his neck and ears showed clean skin like snow, and his slender and beautiful hands were gently touching the wall. A long whip on his back, his fingertips slid across the upside-down thorns on the whip, and then rested on the handle of the whip.

The man had a straight back, light movements, and was as elegant and noble as a royal court in the Middle Ages.

He took the whip off the wall and tried it in the air, and the whip made a crisp hollow sound.

Immediately afterwards, the boy slowly turned his head while holding the whip in his hand.

Angli's pupils suddenly constricted.

The young man was seven points similar to himself in appearance, and the other three points were different, but he was infinitely more delicate and beautiful than him.

Seeing that he was awake, the boy raised his eyebrows slightly.

Holding a whip, he walked towards Angli step by step, his eyebrows and lips were slightly raised, his eyes were full of mischievous smiles, his transparent and beautiful red eyes were more eye-catching than the rubies on his crown, and his complexion was cold and pale His face is also a little more stunning and beautiful because of his red eyes and lips, like a richly colored oil painting, like the most exquisite collection in the glass box of the exhibition hall.

Ang Li understood it almost the moment he saw his face:

He is a fake, and this young man is the real thing that his fake imitates.

He was born of this boy.

He was also abandoned because of this boy.

The hand stretched out from the iron ring was tightly clenched into a fist, and Angli stared at the prince motionlessly, with a stern expression on his face that he almost couldn't bear to swallow him alive.

"I like to see you angry." The prince looked at Angli and smiled with his eyes bent.

His eyebrows are really good-looking, and when he smiled, it seemed that the coldness and mockery at that moment just disappeared without a trace, and there was a different kind of innocence and innocence.

Angli was almost stunned for a moment.

In the next second, the whip in the boy's hand was raised high, cut through the air, and landed firmly on Angli's chest.

The spikes hooked off flesh and blood, and the whip shattered tendons and bones. In an instant, the white military uniform was smashed and stained with a bloodstain.

The veins on Ang Li's forehead popped up, his eyes were red, and a scream came out from his throat.

The prince's memory is not particularly good, but the scars on Chen Feng's body are deeply engraved in his mind.How many scars there were on the chest, how many scars there were on the back, how long and deep they were, and what utensils were used to leave them, he unexpectedly remembered them clearly.

There are complete tools on the wall, and the prince is very sure that he can leave the same marks on Angli.It's just that his hands are stronger, so if Ang Li's scars are more serious than Chen Feng's, he can't blame him.

Just as the prince was looking at the wall and picking out the thin knives one by one, there was a sudden noise from the chain.

The prince turned his head to look, only to see that Angli shattered the iron chain and rushed towards him!

With a flash of the prince's body, the red bean-eyed sucker monster on standby in the dark moved its huge but sensitive body and rushed towards Angli, sticking him to the wall.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

The last time he shrank the alien spaceship, he discovered that his spells were always weakened when facing characters and things in other comics.

Presumably Chen Feng also thought of this, but Chen Feng couldn't stop him, so he asked the little black bug and the sucker to help him.

Just at this moment, a gust of black shadow hit like the wind, and a cold hand grabbed the prince's neck, pressing him firmly against the wall.

"What's the relationship between you and Chen Feng?" Ang Li was covered in blood, with a distressed and livid face.

The prince was pinched a little out of breath. He turned his head to see that Angli was still glued to the wall by the sucker monster.

But the person who is choking his neck now is also Ang Li.

While suppressing Ang Li on the wall, the little black bug and the sucker monster looked up at the other Ang Li who was strangling the prince's neck, flustered and afraid to act rashly.

No wonder Chen Feng didn't want him to come to him. This Angli is indeed a bit capable, and he can separate himself.

"Say! What is your relationship with him?!" Angli's tone was almost crazy.

"... I was the first figure he drew," replied the prince.

"Which comic are you in? I've read all of Chen Feng's comics, but I haven't seen you."

The prince glanced at him coldly: "Do you think Chen Feng will draw me for others to see?"

Ang Li's eyes were red, he almost gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "You, like me, were drawn by that person at random. It's just a pastime. What's so crazy about you?"

Even if the prince thinks that if he is still recklessly emphasizing his importance to Chen Feng in front of Angli at this moment, he will really be more childish than a newborn little monster.

But the man in front of him seemed to really care about this, and His Royal Highness didn't mind that he was a little naive and continued to crush this man's paranoid and extremely inferior and weak heart.

The prince raised his eyebrows, even though he was suppressed, his tone could not hide his arrogance.

"Why can't I be rampant? I grew up with Chen Feng, played with him every day, and was treated as a real person by him, and you are just a scrap that he almost forgot."

Angli's pupils suddenly constricted, and the strength of his subordinates suddenly increased.

He thought he could see the prince's painful and struggling expression, but in the next second, he suddenly felt a coolness in his heart, as if the wind had been poured in.

Severe pain also hit him, almost swallowing him completely.

He lowered his head in disbelief, and saw the blade stuck in his chest.

The prince broke the bones of his hand, and gently rubbed his red and sore neck with his fingers stained with scarlet blood. He looked down at Angli with ridicule all over his eyes: "Fakes are always fakes."

Angli in front of the prince became transparent from the chest and gradually disappeared.

Angli's real body, who was stuck to the wall by the sucker monster, also received a huge blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He looked up at the prince in some embarrassment, his temples were wet with cold sweat, sweat and blood mixed on his face, flowing down from top to bottom.

There was a thick trace of blood on the corner of his lips.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and the bloodshot formed a very strange arc, like a blooming flower.

He stared at the prince motionlessly, and softly bewitched: "You are the real work, the original version, what's the use of being the real work? In Chen Feng's eyes, from the beginning to the end, you are just a person who can change the trajectory of his life at will. Manipulative, lifeless and unconscious comic book characters."

"Do not."

The prince raised his chin high, as if he was full of disdain for what Ang Li said.

"He loves me."