Listening to Fen's tone with resentment, Wang Zheng's expression became a little strange, rubbing his chin, and saying to himself:

"According to the convention of the screenwriter circle, this tragic story can be split into two main plots."

"One is that the pride of heaven was plundered by his brothers. From then on, he became a commoner and fell to the point of being invisible."

"The other is that the young daddy likes to be a father, adopted the baby prince with a miserable life, and lived an incognito life, but was eventually discovered and started a heroic battle royale experience."

"If I hadn't participated, the story might have come to an abrupt end. It's also possible that the daddy would die and the genius would return, which would have turned into a story that would fight against the will of heaven."

"However, since I've been involved, there's only one ending..."

Wang Zheng had a huge thought and instantly he thought of countless wonderful scripts.

The masterpiece of Titanic requires too many topics to warm up in advance without any foundation. If the protagonist of Titanic has a legendary experience, it will undoubtedly be a good hot topic.

In addition, Wang Zheng’s twelve Golden Saints lacks most of the candidates. If the geniuses and strong men of the Elf clan can join, it will undoubtedly be another hot topic...

Therefore, Wang Zheng had another bold idea in his mind.

Fen still knelt on the ground, waiting for Wang Zheng's reply.

But he was not waiting for Wang Zheng's reply wholeheartedly. Now time is tight, and it is related to life. If Wang Zheng doesn't agree, Fen will have to go on the road alone. Even if he dies, he will have to win a chance for His Royal Highness the Prince.

Just as the hope that had just surged in Fen's heart was about to disappear, Wang Zheng's voice finally sounded quietly: "I'm in charge of this matter."

Fen suddenly looked up and looked at Wang Zheng with a mysterious face in surprise.

Wang Zheng looked at Fen and lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "Does there be a fifth-level demigod in that... Yueying Tribe and that Dark Elf Tribe?"

"Fifth-level demigod? How can a small tribe like us have a demigod? It is estimated that only those largest tribes and the elves imperial courts have such strong people."

Fen said his answer for granted.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Then there is no problem, don't be cowardly, just do it!"

Looking at the strong confidence on the young senior's face, for some reason, Fen felt instantly as if he had found a strong backer. Thinking of this, Fen's face was filled with eagerness: "Senior, then when will we set off?"

Wang Zheng raised a finger and shook it: "You must know that there is no free lunch in the world. What can you pay for that prince? You must know that with my strength and reputation, it will be a great favor for anyone to take action for you once."

Looking at Wang Zheng with a calm face, Fen's expression became serious, without blinking for a moment, and said in an extremely firm voice: "For the sake of Your Highness, I am willing to sink into hell."

When Wang Zheng heard this, he laughed: "It's not as exaggerated as hell, and I don't need you to sacrifice so much. I have only one requirement."

"I want you!"

Fen's pupils shrank suddenly. At this moment, he thought of many rumors about human society. Many humans liked the tone of the iron rod playing with the chrysanthemums, and many even had true love.

Could it be that this senior has this kind of hobby?!

The chrysanthemum was a little tightened, Fen's face changed again and again, and she gritted her teeth: "If senior thinks I still have some beauty, I am willing to pick it for seniors."

When Wang Zheng heard this, he rolled his eyes and said angrily: "What are you thinking? The orientation of this seat is very normal! Besides, even if this seat is really abnormal, can you find you with difficulty?

Believe it or not, I will hook my fingers back to the East Continent, and countless chrysanthemums are willing to bloom for it..."

Wang Zheng talked freely, but stopped halfway.

Something is wrong. Is my orientation very normal? Why do you want to tell him that chrysanthemums are in full bloom?

While Fen was secretly sighing, Wang Zheng's expression suddenly became solemn: "I don't want anything else, I only have one sentence. Are you willing to give me the strength in my hands?"

"Hmm?" Fen suddenly looked up and looked at Wang Zheng, with unconcealed hesitation on his face.

"After the young dad transformed into a middle-aged uncle, is his softness and unwillingness in his heart?" Seeing the expression on Fen's face, Wang Zheng didn't know his concerns? Therefore, his expression remained unchanged and continued:

"Of course, that's after the event is completed. If I want to take action, I must offer your loyalty after the event is completed. Of course, I also know where you are worried about what prince should go in the future.

I can promise here that if he is still a talented person, I can accept him as his second disciple. If he is a pool of mud, I can also use relationships to make him rich and peaceful for a lifetime."

Wang Zheng's words came to an abrupt end because he knew that after he said this, the former young dad in front of him would definitely make a choice that satisfies him.

Because he had no other choice.

Sure enough, after two breaths, Fen took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Okay, I promise you that if you can really save Your Highness the Prince, I will become the power in your hands."

Wang Zheng nodded with satisfaction: "Remember, my name is Wang Zheng."

"Okay, Senior Wang Zheng, when will we set off?" Fen's expression seemed a little quick. Obviously, after arguing with Wang Zheng for a while, he was even more worried about the prince's safety.

In the void, Wang Zheng stretched his limbs and stood in the void, and pointed to a sword and gently pointed it. A golden pendant appeared in the void and slowly flew to Fen's eyes.

Fen looked at the pendant and saw that although the pendant was golden, its structure was a bit strange. They were two identical human faces, one expressionless, and the other seemed to cry and laugh.

After taking the pendant, Fen looked at Wang Zheng with some confusion, but Wang Zheng smiled in a mysterious way: "Take him with you, he will give you strength."

Fen Yiyan carried the pendant around her neck. Before she could think about the pendant, she saw Wang Zheng saying with a relaxed expression: "Let's go, lead the way."

Fen nodded quickly, activated his dark purple-black fighting spirit, and shot lightning in one direction.

Wang Zheng stepped on the immortal steps and followed behind without any rush or slowness like a banished immortal.

"Well... I have an extra second disciple, and I am still the little prince of the Elf Tribe. And my two disciples will be praised by me as one of the most famous young actors in the Western Continent."

"No, right... Why does this feeling look like Guo Degang and Xiao Yueyue?"
Chapter completed!