doodle prince

In the end, it was the one with the thickest skin who broke the silence.

Chen Feng calmly got up from the prince, and explained to the king and queen calmly: "Your Majesty, you don't need to think too much, I'm just treating the wound for your little Highness."

The king and queen nodded one after another: "...Well, dealing with the wound really bothered Lord Guangming."

Although their tone was peaceful and calm, with a look of gratitude, their footsteps had already moved past calmly.

Stop between the God of Light and the little prince, separating the two of them.

Back then, when the king and queen were two monsters disguised as witches on the tree in the witch city, they also respected the God of Light.

Every time they flew up to the top of the tree, they could just see the leader tree in the square.

Although the big tree was transformed into a tree by the leader, but because it was the trace left by the God of Light, some witches secretly called it the tree of God.

They watched so many witches go to worship every day and every year, and they themselves visited once or twice.

Later, when they saw Lord Guangming God with their own eyes in Wumo City, they only felt that the breath around Guangming God was terribly good, and they couldn't help but want to get closer, and even closer.

Every time they stayed beside the God of Light, they felt as comfortable as lying in cotton, and even their brains relaxed and stopped thinking.

It wasn't until later, seeing the little prince who claimed to be their son flying in the sky with the God of Light in his arms, that they faintly realized that there was something wrong with the relationship between the two.

Later, they had just been restored to their memory by the deer bone in charge of the amnesiac, when they saw Aye stumble back, and collapsed in front of them in his original form, his face was pale and weak, and his hands were covered with terrible scars.

After the prince woke up, the elder with the best medical skills sat in front of his bed, packed the bottles and jars, and suddenly asked: "Your Highness has the blood of the God of Light on your hands. Is it because you hurt the God of Light, or did you suffer from it?" The punishment of the God of Light?"

The prince looked up at the elder, and his tone was calm and flat without any emotion: "I killed him."

The elder was startled, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

At that time, the king and queen had not yet turned into human forms, so they flew to the prince one after another, each of them stretched out a wing, and firmly covered the little prince's mouth.

The elder tremblingly picked up the medicine bottle and put it back in the box: "Your Highness must never dare to speak such nonsense to others."

The prince ignored him, opened the two wings on his mouth, turned around and lay back under the quilt.

Only then did the king and queen realize that the little prince must have had a conflict with the God of Light.

The first thing they did when they turned into human form was to ask the little prince about his wounds and what happened between him and the God of Light, but the little prince reacted violently when he heard the name of the God of Light, and would be destroyed when he sat on the bed. Sitting on a chair ruins the chair.

They didn't dare to ask any more, so they could only silently make a definition in their hearts: the God of Light must have done something sorry for their son.

The God of Light is indeed the god they admire, but if the God of Light bullies their son, they will never stand in the wrong team.

But even if they were on their son's side, they didn't dare to see the prince really bear the title of killing God, so they ran over in a panic to stop him from killing the God of Light.

But he didn't expect to see such a scene.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the little prince's smooth and delicate right hand that had returned to its original state.

It turned out that Lord Guangming was really just dealing with the wound.

The wound on the prince's hand was healed, and he somehow felt that his spiritual power had recovered a little.

He re-strengthened his perception shield against Chen Feng's breath, and stood up from the bed again with a blank expression.

The prince looked at his hands, then at Chen Feng, he suddenly thought of something, and pulled his father to Chen Feng.

"Kiss." The prince pushed his father up.

Chen Feng: "?"

king:"??"

queen:"???"

The prince explained: "Didn't you agree to help me heal my parents? Compared with letting you stay by their side, use your breath to restore them. Wouldn't it be faster to just kiss them?"

Chen Feng was silent for a while, and explained: "But the wounds that can be healed by kissing are limited to blood. If you want to restore other wounds and spiritual power, you need to stay close to you..."

"How do you know if you don't try?" the prince interrupted him.

……Of course I know.

Chen Feng thought silently in his heart.

He has recovered his memory and remembers it clearly.

The fact that his breath can restore the spirit and spiritual power of monsters was set up the day after meeting the little prince.

This is a selfish setting.

——Just because the six-year-old little Chen Feng wants the little prince to like to play with him in order to "hook up" the little prince, and to play with him all the time.

But he did hook up.

The young little prince's self-shielding system was immature, he just subconsciously felt that as long as he stayed with Chen Feng, he would be comfortable.

As for kissing to heal wounds, it was purely because Chen Feng blurted out the setting when he saw the little prince was hurt by his blood and wept loudly.

So a kiss can only heal a wound caused by blood.

To be even more precise, a kiss can only heal the bloody wounds on the little prince.

Chen Feng sighed, and said helplessly, "Where are you kissing?"

The simple and honest square face of Wang Guozi is inexplicable.

The prince scanned the king's face and landed on his lips.

But before he could open his mouth, he saw his mother's fierce and threatening eyes.

prince:"……"

The prince had no choice but to hold his father's hand to Chen Feng's mouth: "Dear."

Chen Feng lowered his head, put his mouth on the back of the king's hand expressionlessly, and then looked up at the prince.

The prince suddenly didn't understand.

The same is with hands, why is Chen Feng kissing others as flat as high five, but kissing himself is so... pornographic?

"Father, do you feel that your spiritual power has recovered?" the prince asked.

The king shook his head, with a dazed look on his face: "I don't feel anything."

The queen walked over in a gorgeous white dress, pulled the king behind him calmly, and said lightly: "Aye, you don't have to worry about it anymore, as long as you close the sensory shielding system and stay beside the God of Light, we will naturally feel the aura recovery."

Oh.

The prince nodded in disappointment.

He originally thought that if Chen Feng could restore his spiritual power by kissing his parents, then he could immediately drive Chen Feng out.But now it seems that he has to endure Chen Feng for a little longer.

The queen looked up at the sky, then at the little prince's disheveled hair and pajamas, "It's getting late, you should pack up quickly, the banquet is about to begin."

After she finished speaking, she patted the king who was leaning on the God of Light who was getting carried away, with a dignified smile on her face: "Master, God of Light, do you have time to attend our banquet?"

Before Chen Feng could speak, he was interrupted by the prince.

The prince's tone was quite authoritarian: "From now on, this God of Light will follow you every step of the way to help you recover your spiritual power, and he will go wherever you go."

The queen was a little surprised, she thanked, and then said: "That is for the banquet, Lord Guangming, please follow us to change clothes."

The queen also asked a makeup artist to give Chen Feng a look. Unfortunately, after seeing the God of Light, the makeup artist was so nervous that his legs went limp. After performing the prototype ceremony, he couldn't even change his human form. Another makeup artist who said "I dare not touch Lord Guangming God with both hands" used magic to style Chen Feng's hairstyle.

After getting his hairstyle done, he had to change his clothes, but the clothes of the royal family in the Huming Realm were really cumbersome, and Chen Feng didn't even know how to put on some clothes. He looked around for a week, and finally chose a simpler dress.

When Chen Feng came out of the room, the audience gasped.

They have always known that the God of Light is so honorable that no one dares to desecrate him, and they have worshiped the stone statue of the God of Light every day.

It was only now that Lord Guangming appeared in front of them in a splendid attire, and they suddenly realized that besides being noble and dazzling, His Excellency was even quite handsome.

Lord Guangming is wearing a black jazz dress, with golden embroidery patterns on the neckline and chest. The style of the military uniform fully shows his tall and tall figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist. He walks steadily and straightly every step of the way. The two long legs are wrapped in exquisitely tailored military trousers. His body is slender and well-proportioned. Every move he takes is like a walking work of art. On his shoulders are golden tassel epaulettes, following his steady steps Shake slightly.

He stopped, and the slight sound from the fringed epaulets became the only sound in the room.

The wall lamp on the door frame cast a light ink-like shadow on the outline of his eyebrows, making his facial features more three-dimensional and his eyebrows deep.

It is thousands of times more vivid and handsome than the tall and straight statue on the square.

"Lord God of Light, Your Majesty, Queen, the dinner party is about to begin." The reminder from the guard outside broke the tranquility.

Chen Feng took a step forward and said, "Let's go, the prince should have cleaned up too."

"His Highness is already in the banquet hall." The maid next to her reminded her in a low voice.

Chen Feng's footsteps became lighter involuntarily.

It seems that the news that the God of Light is coming to the banquet has already been revealed, and the entire banquet hall is full of voices but secretly nervous. Chen Fenggang appeared on the steps of the circular staircase on the second floor, and someone below shouted: "God of Light!" The adults are here!

The audience suddenly fell silent, and piles of boys and girls in formal attire turned into strange prototypes, paying homage to Chen Feng like a wave.

Among the monsters of different shapes, the little prince in the middle of the banquet, who was eating pastries like no one else, was particularly conspicuous.

Chen Feng's eyes immediately rolled up.

He suddenly discovered that the little prince was wearing a dress that was exactly the same as his, but the color was bright red, which suited him very well.

The prince also seemed to have noticed this coincidence, looked at Chen Feng's clothes, then turned his head to look at his own, his face darkened.

Chen Feng raised his right hand, and the monsters turned into human forms one after another.

Only then did Chen Feng discover a rather strange thing.

Although there are men, women, old and young at the banquet, the most people are young girls of seventeen or eighteen years old.

And this group of young girls just happened to surround the prince.

Chen Feng paused, turned around and asked the king and queen, "What kind of banquet is this?"

The queen was about to speak, but suddenly thought of something, and her expression hesitated.

The king had sucked Chen Feng so much that his body was a little sideways, but now he realized it and stood up straight.He helped the crown on his head, and said carelessly:

"My son's blind date!"

Chen Feng's face darkened immediately.