It was a pink little flying pig.
About one meter three or four in length, it had a rather plump and delicate appearance. Its pink skin was incredibly smooth, not only round and glossy but also quite elastic, making one irresistibly want to give it a rub.
On its back, there was a pair of very small, pure white wings, with a total length of no more than thirty centimeters. Despite the wings being completely disproportionate to its body, they fluttered and managed to keep it flying in mid-air.
One could say, this was the most adorable and girlish Wind Spirit Angel had ever seen.
However, this pink little flying pig, which appeared innocent and cute on the outside, was now full of grievances, hovering at the palace gate.
When it saw Angel and the others arriving, the little pig hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly flew over.
