"Sleeping?"

With joy in his heart, Zhan Feihong asked quietly.

"Yes......"

The faces of the two envoys were also quite embarrassed by Zhan Feihong's inquiry, after all, the angel commander Michael was always in a deep sleep, and it was not nice to say anything about slackness in his duties, so they didn't say much.

"And when are we going to see the archangel?"

However, Zhan Feihong didn't bother with this problem, originally he didn't particularly want to see the archangel Michael controlled by the Immortal Emperor this time, all to find an opportunity to lay down eyeliner, and by the way, he came here with a few creation gods.

Now that Michael has not yet woken up, it can be described as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do it.

"Based on the time of this sleep, I am afraid that it will take more than a day to wait. ”

Without waiting for the two envoys to answer, Gabriel speculated with a frown.

The two envoys nodded their heads and said, "Lord Gabriel is right, it will take at least one day for the archangel to wake up this time, and please come with us and wait in the guest room." ”

"That's it. ”

Pretending to be helpless on the surface, Zhan Feihong couldn't help but get excited.

He followed the two envoys all the way to the location of the guest room, and he took a closer look at the surrounding road before following them in.

Although this angel's guest room looks extremely luxurious, it is not built for Zhan Feihong's human appearance after all, looking at the incomparably huge seat, Zhan Feihong can't help but take the opportunity to frown: "Can I go out and take a walk? This place is really not suitable for me to rest." ”

Faced with Zhan Feihong's proposal, the two envoys hesitated for a while, but finally agreed: "As long as you don't leave this city of angels, there will be no problem." ”

"Don't worry, I won't be going out. ”

Smiling at the two of them, Zhan Feihong walked out of the guest room, and disappeared after three or two turns.

When he was far away, he let out a long sigh and began to look for a place to start.

After searching for nearly half an hour, he finally tracked down a lone angel who had walked into a corner.

There are tens of thousands of angels in this city of angels, and all aspects of work are intertwined and complicated, and it is already a great luck to be able to find such a lonely angel.

"Chi'er, get ready to do it!"

Seeing that the other party was about to turn back, Zhan Feihong knew that if he didn't do it at this time, he would miss him.

But at the moment when he was about to make a move, the voice of the ghost dragon girl Zhao'er suddenly came into his ears.

"Fei Hong...... One of your family members, around here. ”

"Stop!"

Suddenly hearing the reminder of the ghost dragon girl Zhao'er, Zhan Feihong hurriedly reached out and grabbed the little phoenix boy Chi'er who appeared from his side and was about to rush out.

"What do you say, my family?!"

With a twitch in his heart, he couldn't help but flash to a hidden place and asked in disbelief.

"Remember that I left my mark on your loved ones? ”

In response to Zhan Feihong's nervous questioning, the ghost dragon girl replied in a deep voice.

"Where?"

Finally accepting this fact, Zhan Feihong blinked his eyes and asked in a trance.

"Look in that direction. ”

Through consciousness, Zhan Feihong was given a direction, and the ghost dragon girl Zhao'er stopped talking.

Knowing that it was impossible for Zhao'er to deceive him, Zhan Feihong no longer cared about the lonely angel, even if he lurked in the direction indicated!

After nearly half an hour of walking, a burst of singing suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Song ......?"

After listening silently for a while, Zhan Feihong suddenly realized this familiar way of singing.

"If it's a chant, this is one of the Seven Great Angels, Raphael's City Sanctuary?"

According to the angels who worship themselves as gods, the only supreme angel who leads the chants in the angels' base camp is the Archangel Raphael.

Here, then, the Eight Achievements is Raphael's temple of chants in the City of Angels.

"Could it be that my family was imprisoned by the archangel Raphael?"

A flash of gloom flashed in his eyes, and Zhan Feihong muttered worriedly.

While he was secretly observing, the chant suddenly paused, and then changed to another tune.

Hearing the voice singing this song, Zhan Feihong's shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

"Wanqin ......"

That's right, although the song is sung, he will never forget this voice, it is one of his five wives, Bi Die Tianjiao Huang Wanqin!

He quickly took advantage of the surrounding barriers to get closer and closer, and finally clearly observed the protagonist who was singing the hymn.

"Sure enough, it's Wanqin!"

After repeatedly confirming the person in his eyes, Zhan Feihong almost rushed forward to recognize him.

However, he found that there were countless angels around Huang Wanqin silently paying attention to her, so he had to resist the impulse in his heart and continue to observe for a while.

As Huang Wanqin's singing became louder and louder, a pair of turquoise sè and crystal clear wing outlines appeared behind her. The shape of this silhouette has completely surpassed the appearance of the butterfly wings of the wood hun Bimang butterfly, and has completely derived the appearance of angel wings!

"What's going on......?"

Blinking in disbelief, Zhan Feihong really didn't expect that as a cultivator's wife, he would be able to resonate with the angel's chant.

Just when he was at a loss, Huang Wanqin's hymn had already been sung, and the pair of green wings disappeared.

Then, a cloud of white light and shadow slowly floated out from behind her.

Seeing a large amount of divine brilliance, Zhan Feihong recognized the identity of the other party at a glance, and it must be an archangel!

And the only archangel who can appear here is Raphael, one of the seven archangels, the leader of all the choirs.

Sure enough, when the white light gradually subsided, three pairs of angel wings with the phantom of holy light appeared, and the face of the archangel was also revealed in his eyes.

I saw that although Raphael's face was not as soft as Gabriel's, it was more like a female than other angels, with a unique charm.

According to the angels who worshipped him as gods, the angel was a spirit being, and there was no distinction between male and female, but it was only because of the needs of the army that he showed a stronger appearance more similar to that of men.

As for these archangels, their strength has reached the point of doing whatever they want, and they have not changed to maintain the appearance of the creator god still there.

Therefore, the archangels that Zhan Feihong saw were all the most beautiful appearances in the world, which was enough to make people pleasing to the eye.

Before he could recover from his distraction, Raphael suddenly turned his gaze to where he was hiding.

"Come here, friend from another world. ”

A kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his arm and beckoned to Zhan Feihong.

Zhan Feihong only felt that an irresistible gust of wind behind him pressed on his back, and he was immediately pushed in front of the angels.

"Feihong?!"

Seeing Zhan Feihong being coldly beaten out by the archangel Raphael, Huang Wanqin couldn't help but shout.

"Wanqin...... Are you alright?"

With his daughter-in-law standing in front of him, Zhan Feihong could no longer bear the emotions suppressed in his heart, and Suo Xing hugged him without any scruples.

Tightly held in Zhan Feihong's arms, where could Huang Wanqin still take care of the people around her, and tears of longing suddenly flowed down from her eyes, staining her cheeks.

"Feihong, Feihong, you're finally here, you're finally here to pick me up—"

Huang Wanqin's choked murmur came from his ears, Zhan Feihong kept moving his head, and responded loudly: "Well, I'm here to pick you up, I'm here to pick up my lady and go home-"

It was only with great difficulty that the two of them calmed down, and they looked around with some embarrassment.

Seeing that those angels didn't look strange because of their gaffes, Huang Wanqin gasped slightly, and gave Raphael a pleading look.

"Go ahead, we won't bother you. ”

Facing Huang Wanqin's eyes, Raphael smiled kindly and agreed.

"Feihong, let's go to Taiji and talk about it. ”

With Raphael's consent, Huang Wanqin turned around and said to Zhan Feihong.

Regarding Huang Wanqin's words, Zhan Feihong naturally would not refuse, and before leaving, he also smiled at Raphael with a grateful smile and said, "Anyway, thank you." ”

After that, he and Huang Wanqin both disappeared.

When she came to the territory of Taiji, Huang Wanqin didn't have so many scruples, and without saying a word, she hugged Zhan Feihong again and enjoyed her husband's warmth.

"Wanqin, tell me, how did you come to this city of angels, and how did you learn the angelic chants?"

Cherished Huang Wanqin's hair, Zhan Feihong asked with concern.

Hearing Zhan Feihong mention this, Huang Wanqin couldn't help but sigh faintly, and said with a look in her eyes: "Since I was separated from you, I came to the vicinity of this city of angels, if it wasn't for the archangel Raphael to help me, I'm afraid I would have been sent to the archangel Michael by now." You also know that Michael is the puppet of the Immortal Emperor, and if it falls into his hands, even if he does not die, he will become a hostage used to blackmail you......"

"So, Raphael saved you?"

There was a little puzzlement in his face, Zhan Feihong really didn't know why Rafael took the initiative to help Huang Wanqin.

"Yes, not only did he save me, but he also gave me the chant method during this time. It turns out that the supernatural techniques of this world are also similar to our earthly world, and the healing effect of my Muhun Bimang Butterfly can be used through the chant......"

didn't notice that Zhan Feihong's face was different, and Huang Wanqin continued to speak distractedly.

"This is not a supernatural power, according to the realm level, this is no different from immortal magic. ”

Seeing Huang Wanqin talking about the hymn she had learned with more interest, Zhan Feihong explained with a smile.

"So it's such a precious trick?".