Chapter 489 Lost

"Ouch!"

In the morning, over the boundless ocean, the little ones are like naughty children, shouting and screaming in their mouths, flapping three pairs of flesh wings constantly, swooping down, rolling a wave on the sea, and rushing straight up thousands of meters. The roaring sound of flesh wings is rising and falling one after another and ringing through the clouds.

Tang Huan sat quietly on her back with her eyes narrowed.

On the side of the small spot is the "King of the Phoenix with Fire Wings" in red clothes, and the fiery red wings formed by the cohesion of strength occasionally set off gusts of...