"Zhaobada, you picked up a main plane for nothing, hundreds of millions of believers, and the wealth accumulated by a religion for tens of thousands of years. Are you the concubine of the goddess of luck? No, you are not. Are you looking for a place to plant trees?" Naige Rhys chattered angrily.
Nigris was so angry that he didn't realize how fast he was flying. They were used to staying in the void. Because there was no air, they could easily fly tens of thousands of kilometers, but there was no circle on the plane. Tens of thousands of kilometers. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com