Lord of Pets

Temple of Heaven, the center of the sacrificial hall of Yaoshi Gongyang.

The illusory twelve-winged angel lay facelessly in the air, snoring and murmuring.

Suddenly, he sat up, took out a scroll from somewhere, opened it and looked at it carefully.

After a while, the corners of his mouth raised upwards, he closed the scroll with a snap, and with his hands behind his back, he flew slowly towards the outside of the sacrificial hall like a wily fox.

"Xiaojia, I'm sorry. For the future of the Holy Court, for the extraordinary future, please sacrifice yourself gloriously..."

"Besides, what's wrong with following the Twelve Guardsmen? If I had been treated like this when I was young, I would have been willing to be wronged ten times, not to mention being wronged once..."

"Lord Rossius, you, you, are you finally willing to come out?"

Outside the sacrificial hall, the eight-winged lone shadow angel who looked like a wooden pestle was about to cry.

"Ancestor, I didn't want you to play like this..."

"You are sleeping in there, but in just a few years, the situation inside and outside the realm gate has changed, and it has become a complete mess..."

"In the final analysis, you have destroyed the Ancestral Dragon Court. We can't give any explanation, or even a decent explanation. If you can't get up or down, how can you go to the lake to get the Ancestral Dragon?"

"If it were me, I would be so angry that I would feel trapped in my heart and want to vent it out..."

"Ancestor, please think of a way quickly, don't expect us to wipe your butt for you..."

"The Thunder Dragon Mother is still blocking the entrance to the heaven with the corpse of the wild dragon."

"There is a giant god who has returned from the battlefield. Hearing about it, he came to our place to take a look."

"The result? He went back and laughed for three days and three nights!"

"As a family of angels, we cannot afford to lose this person..."

"You cannot disregard the dignity of your ancestors and descendants and ruin the prestige of the Holy Court that has been passed down through the ages..."

The eight-winged solitary shadow angel, nagging.

The tone of his voice was depressed and irritable, as well as his complaining words, but in exchange, the God of Twelve Winged Angels scolded him angrily:

"You deserve to be the weakest in strength, and you will always be stuck in the lowest realm of the ancestors."

"Look at Qiang Zhan, Paradise, and Silence. Why didn't they come to me instead of asking you to come over?"

Eight Wings Guying said sarcastically: "They are all very busy people, how can they have time to work on this matter all day long..."

"You are also an angel of God, so you are very free?"

Rosius glared at him, "In the final analysis, it's because they know that since it's my decision, no matter how many knives are stuck in their wings, no matter how unhappy they are, they can only accept it without rejecting it." room."

"Ancestor, please give me an explanation..."

Bayi Guying felt as wronged as a little daughter-in-law, "Dragon Mother has been away from the frontline battlefield for nearly ten years. This time can be said to be long or short."

"For her, it's barely tolerable and she can hold on a little longer."

"But if it continues any longer, one of Paradise and Qiang Zhan will have to go crazy first."

"At any rate, it is the belief of the angel clan within the Realm Gate, which can be regarded as half a pillar."

"Every time they were beaten like a punching bag by the Dragon Mother, they never took advantage from the beginning to the end. This is too shabby. I feel ashamed for them..."

"Well... Among the second-generation ancestral dragons, apart from fighting, the mother of lightning dragons is definitely the one who looks down on the world and has the talent to be proud of the world."

"It's normal that you can't beat her." Rosius said slowly and calmly:

“However, these are about to become a thing of the past.”

"Send a message for me. Just say that the human being is safe and sound and will be able to leave the ancient heaven world and return to the current world soon."

"As for the ancient covenant, or the human contract with gods and angels... it is no longer important."

"Why?" Eight Wings Gu Ying was stunned, his brain couldn't turn around.

One of the drafters of the covenant back then included Rosius.

The arrogance deep in his heart is not obvious on weekdays.

At the critical moment, it will definitely be wider than the sky, and few eight-winged angels can reach it.

For example, in dusty ancient files,

There are too many real examples to describe how domineering, self-improving, and ruthless Rosius was at his peak.

He is the twelve-winged angel god who is in charge of judgment and judgment!

Just because of this human being, slap yourself in the face?

But even if we don’t talk about the covenant.

The impact of the Contract God Angel on the angel clan is no less than the end of the world.

Even if many six-winged holy angels dare not say anything, they still have ten thousand little thoughts hidden in their hearts.

After all, the belief they have been instilled in them since childhood is that they are born with wings and do not fall into dust.

If you crawl on the ground and walk like insects and ants, it is the greatest pollution to your blood and the most serious erosion of your faith.

As one of the most powerful ethnic groups in the world, with enough strength to be self-sufficient and self-improvement, why should we surrender to human beings and be reduced to an infinitely passive position?

"Old ancestor, you are relying on your supreme reputation and a little bit of shame to force things into trouble, but you don't care about what people want. After all, it will be a big trouble..."

"If it doesn't work well, the Holy Court will only suffer a small loss. If it fails to recover and is accidentally stepped on by the Ancestral Dragon Court and the Giant King Court, and the three-legged tripartite state that has been maintained for a long time suddenly collapses, this will be a fatal trauma..."

"Go, go, uu, reading is your crow's mouth."

Rosius waved his hand impatiently, as if to ward off flies.

“I have made tens of thousands of decisions in my life, big and small.”

"Even if there are individual mistakes and injustices, it has never affected the foundation."

"What's more, what you are worried about is actually no longer a problem."

"Strong war, paradise, steel elbows, anger... They are worried that outsiders will intervene in the ethnic group and the faith of middle and low-level angels will collapse. This is reasonable."

"But... judging from the current situation..."

"Master surnamed Bai is actually one of our own!"

Rosius smiled slightly and said enigmatically:

"His relationship with us goes back to Longting. We are his real natal family. There is no reason for his own family to suppress his own family."

"As for Zulongting, it was just good luck, and with the help of that old man named Destiny, he forced his way in to seize some of the opportunities."

"I haven't even settled this account yet. If they dare to murmur again, it's not good here or there. I can't help but invite Mirenda to say hello to the old guys from the Zulong Ship..."

"Ah?" The eight-winged lone figure felt like it was struck by lightning, the sacred light was shattered, and his head was completely filled with ridiculous emotions.

Rosius was still unfinished and continued to complain:

"It's a pity that Xiao Zulong signed a life contract, and it is impossible to cut off the connection."

"Then we can only wrong our angel clan, give Long Ting a chance to be a concubine, and share some of the Dao Fruit that originally belonged to us..."

"Well...if they don't accept it, then there's nothing I can do about it."

"The raw rice has been cooked, what can they do to me?"

"It's not like you have to use your hands, feet, hacks and slashes to kill an old man who has been dead for tens of thousands of years, right?"