The water in the smart bathtub is automatically heated, and the air becomes humid and misty again, and the water mist rises, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and the mist is misty, and the faces in the bronze mirror become blurred.

The man stood up from the bathtub with a thin piece of leather in his left hand and walked barefoot on the ground.

Then he stopped in front of a huge full-body mirror.

He stretched out his right hand, brushed his palm, and wiped off the mist and water droplets on the mirror.

The man's face appeared clearly in the mirror.

Chen Feng stared at the face in the mirror motionlessly.

The broken hair on the forehead has been moved to the back, completely revealing the outline of the face.

The left contour oozed out bright red blood because it was just torn too hard, and the complexion looked slightly pale because there was no sunlight for many days. Then there were tight lips, high nose, deep eyes, and sharp eyebrows.

Unlike Chen Feng's face that droops the corners of his eyes, which always has a sense of despair and unluckyness, although this face in the mirror is handsome, it looks extremely bland, as if it is born to be unable to smile.

This is a face that is not at all similar to the face on his hand.

But it was Chen Feng's familiar face.

He was teased.

It is a prank of extremely bad nature.

So, who is the one who teased him?

Chen Feng took a brand new towel and wiped off the water droplets and blood on his face.

Then he put on the skin again.

The face seemed to have magical coverage. When Chen Feng put it on his face, it automatically fits with Chen Feng's facial features.

However, because it was violently torn off, the skin under the right ear was gently rolled up, like an old corner of a book, and like a disassembled product packaging.

Chen Feng lowered his eyelids, dried his hair, and walked out of the bathroom with his face.

After Chen Feng came out of the bathroom, he put on his clothes and shoes.

The prince was watching TV while lifting the sofa.

He picked up the black feathers he had fallen from under the sofa, wiped the feathers and put them in his arms, turned his head and asked Chen Feng: "It's so late, are you going out?"

"Um."

The prince nodded, and suddenly, he seemed to have seen something suddenly, turned to look at Chen Feng, staring at Chen Feng's face with his eyes: "Have you just taken a shower? How long have you been taking a shower?"

"Soaked for a while." Chen Feng said, "What's wrong."

“…Nothing, where are you going?”

"Go to the original home." Chen Feng said, "There are some nine-star things there, I'll go and clean up."

Chen Feng paused for a moment and added: "I may not come back tonight."

Prince: "Do you want me to accompany you? Maybe there will be monsters inside."

"No," Chen Feng said, "I want to sleep there alone for a while."

The night is rich.

Chen Feng lay on Chen Jiuxing's bed, breathing smoothly.

The prince pushed open the door and walked in, holding a brand new piece of dough in his hand.

He released a sleepy bug, which made the bug bit Chen Feng's fingertips.

It made Chen Feng, who was already asleep, sleep more deeply.

Then turn on the light and walk to Chen Feng.

Although the mask on Chen Feng's face is made of extremely precious and light things, it has to be replaced regularly.

Not only should I change it, but I also need to apply medicine to his face to stop changing and growing his face and prevent his beard from growing and showing his feet.

In short, this is a very troublesome project, and for some other reasons, all the procedures must be handled by the prince himself.

A lot of interesting things happened during this period, so that the prince almost forgot to replace the mask on Chen Feng's face.

Until today when Chen Feng came out of the shower, he saw the edge of the mask that had already appeared behind Chen Feng's ears, and he remembered that it was time to change the mask.

Seeing that Chen Feng was already asleep, the prince went to the bed without any scruples, sat beside Chen Feng, bent down, stretched out his hand to touch the gap behind Chen Feng's left ear.

As soon as he tore a corner, he noticed something strange and stopped suddenly.

wrong!

This mask has been torn off!

Before the prince could withdraw his hand, the man under him grabbed his wrist. He opened his eyes, turned over quickly, and pressed the prince tightly under him.

The prince seemed to want to push him away with brute force, but before he could do it, something cold and sharp hit his throat.

The mask on his face fell off at this moment, and the man pressing on him showed his cold face.

He stared at the prince, his eyes unhappy.

"Did you do all this?"

The prince was not afraid of ordinary daggers at all, so he immediately prepared to kick Chen Feng.

But as soon as he moved, the cold and sharp thing cut his neck.

Blood flowed down the blade, and unbearable pain came from the wound.

The prince's body stiffened.

"You're holding..."

"Your feathers." Chen Feng said.

When Chen Feng walked into the house, he felt that he needed a dagger.

A special dagger, an invincible dagger.

As if everything was originally imprinted in his mind, the tools needed also emerged at this moment.

Chen Feng took out the somewhat old book on the bookshelf and opened it.

There was a white fluff and a pitch-black feather lying quietly inside.

This is what left behind when the Prince's prototype first appeared.

Chen Feng picked up the dark feather.

The feather is as long as a palm, and the color is black and shiny. Even if it is left here for a long time, it has not been reduced in color.

"The little prince's feathers are the most indestructible weapon, but they still need to borrow the power of flame."

A boy's voice suddenly rang in his mind.

Chen Feng picked up the feather and felt it was ridiculous and ridiculous for a moment.

The feather setting is too magical, like the fantasy of a middle-aged boy.

But Chen Feng decided to believe it once.

So Chen Feng took out the lighter and placed it at the bottom of the feather.

The black feathers were scorched by flames, and the down feathers were rolled up in the middle, gradually overlapping with the black feathers.

When Chen Feng put down the lighter, the feathers in his hand had turned into a flat, sharp, thin and narrow weapon.

Sharp, hard, with a cold light.

Chen Feng took the dagger made of feather and stabbed it at the glass door beside him.

The glass door, which claimed to be highly translucent and high compression resistance, was easily poked into a hole like tofu at this moment.

The hole lasted on the glass door for two seconds.

The entire glass door collapsed and broke into a pile of particles.

At this moment, this dagger from the prince's wing was pressing against his own neck, making him unable to move at all, and he could not even exert his strength.

"Have you recovered your memory?" the prince asked him with his head raised.

Chen Feng looked at the prince with extremely indifferent eyes and asked him: "Why do you do this?"

The prince stared at Chen Feng's eyes for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "It seems that you have not recovered your memory."

Chen Feng held the dagger tightly in his hand, so strong that it could almost allow the dagger without a hilt to cut his own hand. He called out the prince's name for the first time: "Ye Jiming, those monsters are all with you, right?"

"Yes." The prince admitted openly.

"Ji Tianyue and Chen Zihua are both people you sent?"

"Chen Zihua also guessed it? It's right." The prince's tone was quite appreciative.

"Where is Jiuxing, you also killed Jiuxing?"

The prince raised his eyebrows, the dagger cut his neck, and the wound hurt so hard that it hurt. Sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes were still smiling: "You really care about him the most, and then his death really made me happy."

"You hate me?"
To be continued...