Chương 1121: asking the ancestral dragon court to be my concubine

in the temple of the heavenly realm, in the middle of the court of the glorious gongyang.

the illusory twelve-winged angel lay in the air, snoring and muttering.

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

after a while, the corners of his mouth curled up. he closed the painting with a snap, put his hands behind his back, and slowly flew out of the hall like a cunning fox.

" little jia, i'm sorry. for the future of the holy court, for the future of the transcendent, please give up your glorious self ... "

"besides, what's so bad about following the twelve guardians? if i had such treatment when i was young, i would be willing to suffer even ten grievances, let alone a little ..."

"lord rosius, y-y-you're finally willing to come out?"

outside the hall, the eight-winged shadow god angel, who was standing there like a block of wood, was on the verge of tears.