Sure enough, the Holy Palace of Punishment flew in mid-air.
I saw that he was wearing a gorgeous dark red cloak, but there were already several cracks at this time, and the black lining was revealed. Not only was there a large blood stain on the hem of the robe, but there was also some black sludge of unknown origin.
I don’t know where the golden crown on my head has gone. The black hair, which has always been combed smoothly, has become loose and invisible after being blown by the wind all night. There is still a small piece of withered yellow leaves in the hair.
What was especially unacceptable to everyone was that in his right hand, he was holding an iron pot stained with oil and black and gray.
If it weren't for the still gorgeous dark red wings of light on Gong Ao's back, these people in the cult would almost doubt whether this guy was pretending to be someone else.
When had the always majestic Saint Son of their family ever been so embarrassed?
How could he, who always loved cleanliness as much as his life, carry an iron pot!
Seeing Gong Ao in front of them, everyone was stunned on the spot.
The Holy Son in front of them was so different from the past, no wonder they were surprised.
Noticing everyone's gazes, Gong Ao then remembered that he was still holding Mo Li's iron pot in his hand. He felt infinite shame and anger in his heart, and immediately raised his hand and slammed the iron pot on the ground.
The iron pot hit the ground with a muffled sound, successfully shocking everyone back to their senses.
"His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"
Feeling Gong Ao's anger, all the deacons and knights bowed respectfully and saluted him.
Flying over and landing next to Gong Ao, Li Moli's eyes slowly passed over the crowd.
"Now that everyone is here, can we trade?!"
"Chen Hao!" Gong Ao shouted softly.
"Yes!" Shen Hao agreed, flew out of the pavilion, then took out a bulging silver cloth bag from his body and sent it to Mo Li.
Reaching out to take the bag, Mo Li opened the mouth of the bag and took a look at the banknotes inside. He immediately stood up and came to the side of Ben Lei Beast. With a casual grab, he grabbed the birdman from the back of Ben Lei Beast.
Throw it over.
Shen Hao took over and caught the birdman and threw it into the prepared carriage.
"See you later, Your Majesty the Holy Son!" He bowed his hand to Gong Ao, and Mo Li flew onto the back of the Thunder Beast. Xiao Lei immediately let go of his four hooves and ran towards Chang'an City.
"Sir!" Shen Hao carefully approached Gong Ao, "Are you... okay?"
"Get out!" Gong Ao glanced at the carriage coldly, "Be careful, if something happens again this time, I will only ask you!"
After saying this, the wings behind him fluttered slightly, and the man flew up like a bird, and soon turned into a small red dot in the air.
As proud as he is, he naturally doesn't want his embarrassed appearance to be seen by more people.
Shen Hao ate the turtle and flew on his horse. He could only vent his anger on his subordinates, "What are you doing standing still? Let's set off immediately and rush back to the Holy City!"
The convoy set off and rushed to the holy city.
No one noticed that the birdman in the carriage was quietly withdrawing a paw from the rope.
The rope that was originally tied tightly became loose without knowing when.
The horse team passed through the official road and soon turned onto a small road leading to the Holy City. Naturally, the less people know about such a shady thing, the better.
In the carriage, the birdman has also broken free from the ropes on his body.
Kicking open the car door, Birdman rushed out desperately, waving his wings and soaring into the sky. Unfortunately, the injuries on his wings were still there, and he fell after flying only a dozen meters.