"Can you give me the pendant on your chest?"

Little Angela's pink carved jade face showed a trace of hesitation, this is a token of Angela's saints of the past dynasties, although he doesn't know how to use it, but it is also a very precious thing, how can he say it to outsiders to show outsiders.

"Aunt Emilia said that you can't show it to others easily, it will be unhappy." Angela hesitated to find that the skeletal horse ring on her chest had fallen into Feng Chen's hands.

"Alright! You're going to give it back to me later! Little Angela pretended to be vicious, it was not only a token but the only thing Aunt Emilia had left her.

Under the moonlight, little Angela saw the strange man in front of him playing with the ring, his eyes were deep and inscrutable, his face always smelled of memory, and his whole being exuded a sadness that infected his surroundings.

"Are you going horseback riding?" At this time, she suddenly heard a gentle voice, and then the ring in Feng Chen's hand suddenly turned red under the moonlight, and the red light of the flames that burst into the sky illuminated the temple of Angela red, and the ring floated in the air, and little Angela's face loomed under the dazzling red light.

The neighing of a fiery horse sounded in an instant, and although little Angela had always maintained her elegance, her background could only make her unable to show anything other than elegance and nobility for the rest of her life, after all, she was the holy daughter of the Angela Cult.

At this moment, her two little hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, and her black and white eyes could not hide the curious gaze like a child, and at this moment she changed from a saint above ten thousand people to a real little girl.

A summon more than two meters tall appeared in front of little Angela's eyes.

It was a horse covered in crimson flames, and the flames on its hooves, eyes, and tail were the brightest, but Dust did not feel the warmth of the flames on it.

Its skin was different from that of ordinary horses that Feng Chen had seen, and every skin on its body was slightly raised, like pieces of dragon scales wrapping it, like a dragon foal.

On its chest there was a piece of burning fiery red armor, its eyes burned with crimson flames, as its head turned, a flash of light brightened the darkness in front of it, two huge bone horns full of mysterious patterns grew between the ears of the horse, four hooves full of flames kept walking back and forth, but there was not the slightest trace of flame burning on the ground, as it breathed, a trace of red sparks kept coming out of its nostrils and mouth, and a burning ponytail was tied to its hips.

As it walked, the flames on its body swung in the opposite direction.

The Dreadhorse seemed to be excited, and it kept leaning down its tall head and rubbing the dusty hand.

"Long time no see, old man." Feng Chen's voice spoke, and the fear war horse also neighed, its statement was bright, and its meaning was clear.

"I ...... OK...... Touch it? At this time, little Angela on the side asked aloud, her eyes were full of longing, what a beautiful horse, from the first sight of the fear warhorse, little Angela was deeply attracted to it.

Feng Chen picked her up without saying a word, and flipped over to fall on the horse.

"Let's go!"

The forelimbs of the Dreaded War Horse lifted off the ground, and with a strong and powerful neigh, the dust and little Angela turned into a crimson flame and galloped away in the moonlight.

At this moment, in the 100,000 mountains that are extremely dark and silent, looking down from the sky, you will find that as you climb over the mountains and mountains, the crimson horseshoe prints pull out a line of fire, embellishing a little light for this world, and the moonlight seems to reflect each other.

At the beginning, little Angela danced excitedly, screaming in fear when the fear horse crossed the steep and long ravine, and then played with the mane of the fear horse burning with red flames with excitement, and at the same time, the red flame temperature on the fear war horse was very comfortable and warm, firmly blocking a trace of desolation in the night.

So little Angela's happy laughter sounded all over the mountains, as crisp as a silver bell.

"What's his name?" Little Angela looked at Feng Chen expectantly, this strange man was able to use the token of the Divine Sect, which surprised him, could he be the one Emilia always hung on the very side?

"Dreaded War Horse." Feng Chen doted on the little Angela in his arms and said with a small groan, he owes Heratia too much, and he may not be able to pay it off in his lifetime, since Heratia was once the holy daughter of the Angela Temple, in Feng Chen's eyes, the Angela Divine Sect is naturally his mother's family, and he has the obligation to keep little Angela I worry-free.

"Fear of the warhorse? What a strange name......" Little Angela turned her head, and she opened her big watery eyes and asked, "Are you the one that Aunt Emilia often hangs on the very side?" ”

"Huh?" Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about it and suddenly understood something, so he said with a kind smile:

"What did Emilia say?"

Little Angela made a reminiscing expression, and then said crisply: "Aunt Emilia said that there is a big bad guy who not only likes to pinch her face, but also often eats with her, and later said that it will take a long time to come back, but he doesn't keep his word, and he is a complete bastard!" ”

Feng Chen's face suddenly became embarrassed, and then he touched little Angela's head and was silent.

"A hundred years of the world, the past clouds and smoke, once talked happily friends have turned into loess, years are ......"

The Dreaded War Horse leaped high at this moment, marking a crimson light in the night.

Seeing that the little Angela in her arms was already sleepy, the fear war horse was too comfortable, stable, comfortable, and the temperature was moderate, plus it was time for her to rest so late, and after another ten minutes, Little Angela tilted her head and shrank into Feng Chen's arms and fell asleep.

On this side, Feng Chen is having fun with little Angra, while on the other side, the Angra Temple has fallen out.

Nine of Angela's personal guards found out that Angela was missing! At first, they thought that little Angela was just playful, but when they turned the whole temple upside down, they couldn't find little Angela, which made them feel crazy and anxious!

"How? Have you found the little saint? ”

"Nope."

"Whoever it is! The Holy Maiden who dares to harm the Angra Cult will face the infinite wrath of millions of believers!! ”

The nine personal guards were all women, and there were almost no men in the temple of Angela, after all, it was the goddess of darkness who served them.

Each Holy Maiden has nine personal guards, they take care of all the big and small things of the Holy Maiden, and help the Holy Maiden deal with the daily life of the Holy Maiden, and these nine life guards will be disbanded whenever the Holy Maiden takes over, and will be assigned to other sub-temples, leaving only one original Holy Maiden Guard, because the Holy Maiden's resignation and appointment are unstable, and the candidates have extremely strict rules, there are many times in history that the Holy Maiden has returned to the arms of Angra, but the Divine Cult has not yet found a new Holy Maiden.

"Don't worry, little Angela is very naughty, maybe he will come back in a while, and Satis is the center city of our divine cult, I don't think there is anyone in this city who doesn't know little Angela, everyone will look for it separately."

"No, I'll send her back." At this time, a voice came from a distance, and before the nine could say anything, they saw a war horse galloping with red flames, and in the steep place, its posture was vigorous, as if it were walking on the ground.

"It's this!!" One of the nine members of the original holy maidens' guard was shocked.

"Praise be to the gods! This is Mistress Amilia's mount! ”

"Praise be to the gods! I never imagined that one day I would be able to see Mistress Emilia's mount with my own eyes! ”

"Praise be to the gods! Has little Angra-sama already been affirmed by the token? ”

It's no wonder that they made a fuss, these eight people were all selected from the territory of the vast Persian Empire, not only them, but also some of the Angla theological believers in other places have never even seen the saint in their lives, and they can only understand it from the painting, there is no way that this is BC, and the transportation is really underdeveloped.

"Who are you?" One of the nine members of the original Holy Maiden Guard, the guard asked politely, the person who can take little Angela out and control the war horse is by no means an ordinary person.

Feng Chen shook his head instead, he handed the sleeping little Angela in his arms to the guard in front of him, and watched the guard carefully hold the little Angela in his arms before turning around and walking towards the Dreaded War Horse.

He stroked the crimson mane on the neck of the Dreaded Warhorse, as if he knew that Seal Dust was leaving, and the Dreadhorse neighed in a low voice, opening its mouth to spew flames and bite Seal Dust's clothes.

"Old man, I'm sorry for you, please protect her for the rest of my life."

The Dread War Horse neighed, loosened Feng Chen's clothes, and Feng Chen smiled and turned the Dread War Horse into a skeleton horse ring, and then walked in front of the nine.

The nine people took a step back in unison and protected little Angela behind them, no matter who took little Angela from the temple without a word, it was their own dereliction of duty, and whoever took away the holy daughter of the Divine Cult without permission was a provocation to the Angra Divine Cult.

"Stop! We can see that you seem to be inextricably linked to the tokens of the saints of the past, but please stop. Sene spoke up, as one of the nine members of the original saint Emilia, her face was resolute, and she had a sense of inviolable majesty.

Feng Chen stopped, he threw the ring to Sene, he never said his identity from beginning to end, and then glanced at the world with nostalgia, and turned to leave.

Sene looked at the man who didn't say a word, and she suddenly felt as if she had seen it before, but she couldn't remember anything, so she couldn't help but ask:

"Your Excellency! If little Angela wakes up tomorrow, how are we going to tell her? Please also tell us who you are and we will list you among the most honored guests of the Angra Cult! ”

"Identity?" Feng Chen stopped, his voice faint.

"Dust sealing."

"Dust?" Sene was more and more strange that she had never heard the name before, but this man gave her the feeling that she had seen it somewhere.

"Whoever the holy relics of your God Sect are given, I am whoever they are." With that, the figure of Feng Chen's figure disappeared.

At this moment, Senne's heart set off a monstrous wave, and she muttered to herself, this is impossible!