Even if he deceives himself, plays with himself, doesn't like himself, no matter what others say, but he is willing to lean on his chest as he is now. Yixun's face is close to his chest, and his small heart is suddenly filled with this idea.

"Michael, don't worry about that woman. Hurry up and get back to the ship. The other party's flying herd will be close soon." Uriel roared in the circuit.

looking at his highness being held tightly by the man, Michael sighed helplessly, then spread his wings and flew back to the main floating seat.

"holy sign 180 degrees turn to the west, all holy stones...