Chen Feng looked up his head and looked at the cage carefully, then he looked at the prince and asked, "What do you want to do."

The prince took another step forward. He raised his head and stared at Chen Feng tightly, but there was a smile on his lips: "What do you think I want to do?"

Chen Feng thought about it carefully, then shook his head: "I don't know."

The prince stretched out his hand, and a soft and soft whip appeared out of thin air. The long whip was swung in the air, and a sharp whip that cut through the air came. The prince took back the whip and played with the gorgeous jewelry and diamonds on the handle of the whip, with a careless tone: "Of course I want to see that you are worse than death."

Chen Feng suggested very seriously: "You have put me in a cage and then use a long whip, it may be a bit unpleasant."

This cage has protected him firmly, how can I fight?

Unless the prince comes in too.

However, although the cage is big, it is still not good to whip it inside.

After hearing Chen Feng's words, the prince's movements paused for a moment.

He gritted his teeth hard, threw away the long whip in his hand, and as a fluorescent light emerged, the sword on the shelf flew into his hand "swoosh".

The sword was unsheathed, and the blade was shining with a cold light.

The prince's face was colder than the blade: "The whip is not easy, then is this sword easy?"

Chen Feng nodded: "It should be easy."

Prince: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Since you want to see that I am worse than death, how could I take my life so quickly?"

The prince gritted his teeth and clenched the sword in his hand: "Well said."

Chen Feng was actually unwilling to make him angry. Seeing that the prince was so angry, he couldn't help but suggest, "It's better to stab me first and just pretend that I'll repay some interest first to calm you down."

To be honest, the prince himself wanted to stab him with a sword, but Chen Feng said this first, and he could not do anything.

The prince felt angry and laughed: "Since you don't remember anything, why do you still indulge me to take revenge on you?"

Chen Feng corrected him: "It's not about indulgence, but since I have become a fish, I just want to prepare for slaughtering me in advance."

He paused and added: "Even if I don't remember it, I must have done something I'm sorry for you. After all, you are not an unreasonable person."

The prince really hated Chen Feng's transparent and indifferent appearance. Even if he was holding a sword and stabbing Chen Feng to pieces, he would probably not be relieved.

Just at this moment, a guard shouted from outside the door: "Your Highness, the Great Elder said that there are some things to discuss with you."

The prince glanced at Chen Feng in the cage with a "clang", and threw the sword in his hand to the ground. While tidying up his clothes and walking out the door, he turned his head and said, "Don't think about running away or calling for help. I have cast spells in this room, and no matter how I shouted, I would not be heard."

"Your Highness is really thoughtful." Chen Feng praised.

The prince almost tripped by the steps on the ground.

He was so angry that he touched something from the table and smashed it hard towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng caught it with both hands.

It was a very beautiful red stone.

It looks a bit like the color of the prince's pupils, although it is inevitably a little inferior.

Chen Feng wanted to say thank you for your highness for your gift, but he was afraid that he would make the prince unhappy again, so he silently held the stone in his hand.

After the prince went out, the door of the room was tightly closed, and it seemed that it was locked from outside.

Chen Feng continued to look at the cage that was locked in. He always felt that the cage had a shoddy feeling, with any decorations, no patterns, and every iron rod was a little crooked, and even the spikes on the iron rod were unevenly dispersed.

It is probably better to ask Chen Jiuxing to pinch plasticine than this one.

Chen Feng shook each railing, confirming that although the cage was ugly, it was quite strong. Then he stretched out his hand and tentatively stabbed the spike with his fingers.

The blood quickly flowed down, and the spike that had just pierced his finger was quickly corroded.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he was indeed right.

His blood can not only hurt people but also objects, but the restriction is: items in the Huming Realm.

Because Chen Feng remembered clearly that when the blood on his hand hurt the prince's shoulder, he first rotted his clothes.

However, Chen Feng was occasionally injured during his daily life and work, but this situation has never occurred. From this we can see that his blood only has a specific effect on things in the Huming Realm.

Chen Feng squatted down and wiped his blood from his index finger on the bottom of an iron railing. Soon a small mouth was added to the bottom of the iron railing, and the railing only had the top support, which became movable and swaying.

Chen Feng reached out and pushed open the railing and walked out of the cage.

He had just looked at the house and felt that the house should be the prince's room. He thought to take advantage of the prince's absence to search for the items here, change his passive situation, see if he could find any clues and know what connection he and the prince had.

But he almost searched through the room and saw nothing like a diary.

Chen Feng was about to open the last drawer, but found that the drawer had been locked.

He suddenly remembered that the moment before he was locked in a cage, he seemed to see the prince put a pen in this drawer.

Chen Feng used the same trick again and locked the drawer with the blood from his fingertips.

When Chen Feng opened the drawer, he saw a stack of paper and a pen.

This is a strange appearance. The pencil with a replacement core is very thick and worn, as if it has been used for many years.

Chen Feng reached out and picked up the paper under the pen.

He turned over the paper.

On the white paper, there was a large black cage painted.

Chen Feng's heart suddenly jumped a little faster, as if he had discovered some huge secret. He took the paper and walked to the cage that had just been closed to him inch by inch.

The same color and the same curves, the positions of the spikes on each railing are exactly the same.

The lines on the paper were not smooth, and there was a railing made of two strokes. The same interface appeared on the railing on the iron cage in front of him.

It seems that the cage is made completely based on this drawing.

Chen Feng remembered the way the cage appeared out of thin air and the prince's movement of putting his pen the moment he turned his head, and always felt that things were not that simple.

He tentatively took the pen, pulled out a piece of white paper again, and drew a handful of □□ on the white paper.

Next second.

An identical handful of □□ appeared on the desktop in front of Chen Feng.

Chen Feng stared at the □□ on the table in a daze.

What's this?

Ma Liang's magic pen?

It's indeed a magical world, there is such a thing.

In addition... I really paint better than the little prince.

Chen Feng thought silently.

He reached out and picked up the table, fired a shot on the sofa, and an anesthesia needle was inserted into the sofa.

Chen Feng walked over and pulled out the anesthesia needle, and couldn't help but sigh that this thing was exactly the same as the authentic one.

Thanks to the birthday gift given to Jiuxing by the quarterfinals half a month ago - a handful of simulated toys.

Otherwise, Chen Feng really didn't know how to draw □□.

Chen Feng continued to rummage the things in the drawer. He found that in addition to this pen and a stack of paper, there was also a black mobile phone in the drawer.

The moment Chen Feng picked up his phone, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

A modern mobile phone is incompatible with the entire Huming Realm.

Chen Feng was sure that this was not a prince’s thing. When the prince dressed up as Wang He, he had developed a strong interest in his non-smart elderly machine.

The prince didn't even know anything about his cell phone.

Then why does he have such a black smartphone in his drawer?

Chen Feng tried to turn on his phone, and there was still two percent of the electricity.

There was no signal on the phone here at all. Chen Feng opened the album and wanted to see the owner of the phone.

The owner of the phone must be a very dull and boring person. The content of the album is only one page, and except for the blue sky, there is only a screenshot of the text message.

"Hello, Teacher Chen Feng, I am Zhang Yan, the copyright manager of Yuanhang Technology. The "Dream Eater" game that was stopped due to an accident a few years ago has been re-operated recently by a repair program, but it is no longer commercially available to our company's president He Zhou. And for some special reasons, Ye Hongyuan, one of the original protagonists in the game and his plot were completely deleted. Although when we purchased the copyright of the original comic from you, you have handed over the adaptation rights of the game to us for full rights, after all, the protagonist of the work is directly eliminated. We still want to tell you, but it is not convenient to inform you of the specific reasons, please forgive me."

"In addition, when you signed a contract with us, you signed a 10-year period. Now our company intends to renew the copyright of your game adaptation indefinitely. Do you think you have time to have a conversation?"

The other party called on the owner of the phone to be Teacher Chen Feng.

Chen Feng, comics, "Dream Eater".

Chen Feng silently recited these words in his heart.

Perhaps, in addition to the noble identity of the God of Light, he also has an ordinary human identity and a profession of the cartoonist.

This identity made him feel inexplicably at ease, just like a person who has been floating all year round, suddenly hitting the ground with his feet.

At this moment, the phone ran out of power and turned off the phone. Chen Feng put Ma Liang's magic pen back into the drawer, and then put the □□ and mobile phone that had just been drawn in his arms. He was about to leave here.

Since the prince was unwilling to tell him what happened at that time, he was unwilling to tell him his true identity.
To be continued...