The slightly swaying cabin, a gold-trimmed, well-made wooden table was placed, full of fruits, seen and unseen, colorful, as if they had just been washed from the water, and with drops of crystal clear water, which looked beautiful and edible under the luxurious lampshade made of crystal.

Of course, except for the little Lori who stared at him from sitting down in front of him, Amilia. Feng Chen has wondered more than once why little Lori, who doesn't look very old, has such deep and thorough eyes that people can't extricate themselves.

This is a little girl who can talk with her eyes, or of course she has to throw away her nasty character.

"This is your story?" Emilia's young hands were as smooth as milk, and she dragged her pink cheeks with her eyes, her eyes full of suspicion.

Feng Chen reached out and picked up another fruit, ate it with relish, and continued: "My relationship with Heratia has been explained to you, now it's time to tell me something about Artemisia!" Feng Chen only explained his relationship with Helatia to Emilia, and as for Artemisia's, he didn't mention a word.

And the guy in front of him who claims to be Artemisia's sister has no blood relationship with Xiaoxia, just a simple name, and he has never seen Heratia, after all, she is not even ten years old.

"Wait, there is no basis for your words, you abandoned Sister Heratia for twenty years, and now it suddenly appears again, why should I believe you, and you must give me back the Dread Warhorse, it belongs to us!" Emilia didn't show weakness either, and stretched out her short arm to pick up a fruit, but the fruit was a little big, so she had to clumsily stretch out another hand.

"No," Feng Chen's big hand waved, dividing a fruit in half and handing it to her, but Emilia glanced at it with disgust and said disdainfully, "This saint doesn't eat anything strangers give, especially your hands stained with disgusting bodily fluids!" ”

"Bear kid!" Feng Chen scolded secretly, but now he urgently needed Artemisia's details, so he had to put on an amiable appearance again.

"Put away your big bad wolf smile! My sister told me that people like you are big bad wolves! Emilia said, holding her hands to her chest at the same time, and her little brain looked at Feng Chen vigilantly.

Feng Chen's forehead, the story she told Artemisia at the beginning was now told by her to the little girl in front of her, she didn't feel that her head was big for a while, and she said angrily: "What else did your sister tell you!" ”

"The big bad wolf takes an Emilia in one bite, and many more ...... Hum! Why should I tell you! Emilia, who was counting on her fingers, shook her long silver hair and turned her face to the side.

"One bite at a time?" Feng Chen remembered the move Emilia used just now, and secretly complained: "It's not bad if you don't stick a big bad wolf." ”

So, Dusty took out a box from the space storage device and reached out to hand it to Emilia, whose face was turned to the side.

"What is this?" Emilia looked curiously at the well-made box, which Dusty had bought from reality to store a special item.

The holy relics of the Cult of Angela, the tears of Angela.

When Heratia gave him the holy relic, it contained a lot of time power, and there was a use of the power it contained to build a space-time shuttle tunnel, and by the way, it brought back the sealed dust, and since then, it seems to have turned into an ordinary ornament that cannot be ordinary in the ordinary, but even so, on the earth, in the real life of the dust, its value cannot be estimated.

Emilia was obviously attracted by Angela's tears in the box, and Feng Dust believed that no woman in the world could get rid of those two tears, because it was so beautiful, ordinary jewelry and diamonds could only crawl on the soles of its feet, and the world's top diamonds and jewels could only be compared to it, but it was only that.

Angra's tears, which had lost her powers, were like a sleeping elf lying in a box, and Emilia unconsciously held her breath, for fear of disturbing the brilliance of this moment.

"The holy relics of the Cult of Angela, the tears of Angela." Feng Chen said calmly, there is a person's thoughts in it.

For a long time, Emilia was reluctant to return it to the dust, although she was the new saint of Angela, but the holy relics had been given by the previous saint, and she had no right to take back what she had sent, not even a piece of the world, this was the first canon of the Angela Cult of God that she read when she became a saint.

"If it does not belong to you, you cannot take it, you can only exchange it, and if it is given by the Church, it can never be obtained by any means when it is returned."

Giving, as well as giving back, is the bottom line for all Angra believers to follow.

"Well, trust you for now!" Emilia muttered a few words, and suddenly she frowned, and then bloomed like a flower, and a wicked laugh suddenly stopped, as if she had been drained of all her strength, and she lay on the table limply, and said angrily: "I am so unlucky! ”

Feng Chen's face was confused, this change was a little fast, and he asked puzzledly, at this time, Emilia sat up again, her little face did not have a trace of emotion, she glared at Feng Chen viciously, and said helplessly: "I suddenly remembered, it seems that Sister Heratia left something before leaving, saying that it was handed over to a person?" ”

Feng Chen's heart chuckled when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "What's it!" Where is it?! ”

"Let me think about it," Seeing that Feng Chen was so anxious, Emilia's dark blue eyes rolled, her pretty face covered a wicked smile, and she looked at the fruit on the table and said, "Oh, suddenly I'm so hungry, what should I do?" ”

"What should I do?" Feng Chen's eyes widened as she looked at Amilia.

Seeing Feng Chen staring at herself, Emilia was a little uncomfortable, coughed, scolded an idiot, and then said: "Oh, it hurts a lot these days, this pain is easy to forget a lot of things, such as ......"

Feng Chen realized that the little girl in front of him was teasing herself, and Heratia was very important in her heart, and she couldn't allow others to joke about it, so she said with some annoyance: "How does it hurt!" ”

"Oh, it's all to blame on that bastard saint son of the Ahura God Sect, he didn't take it lightly when he competed, and now it hurts so much~~"

"Huh? Why don't you speak? Emilia secretly glanced at Feng Chen, and found that his face was black, and there was a cold-blooded killing momentum on his body, as the holy daughter of Angra, he could clearly feel that the current Feng Chen was like a lion about to burst out, his eyes flashed with danger signals, and then he said calmly in his mouth:

"It hurts! Does your ass hurt?! ”

Frightened by this, Emilia shivered instantly, hurriedly covered her buttocks, and left the dust seal in an instant like a rabbit, shrinking in the corner, her fair skin, especially the eye circles, immediately turned red, and a watery spring could flow down at any time, and the pear blossom looked at the dust with rain.

But in the eyes of Dust's prayer, Emilia still cried out.

"Bad guys!! …… Woowoo......... I'm going to tell my sister...... Woowoo woo ......"

At this time, the shrill and annoying cry in the cabin, as well as the sound of the ship's side lapping on the seawater outside the ship, and the footsteps walking back and forth on the deck were particularly clear in Feng Chen's ears, and he held his head helplessly, and shouted frantically in his heart:

"Oh my God! Where's Resa! I'm going to kill you!! ”