Are You Here to Babysit?

The Old Angel King had always preferred quiet surroundings, but now that he was surrounded by a group of children, it was truly unbearably noisy.

He had actually wanted to shove the children away, but when he saw the envy in their eyes, he had no choice but to stop himself.

He was already an old man. How could he argue with a bunch of children?

"No, I must control myself. I absolutely cannot lower myself to their level."

The Old Angel King kept consoling himself inwardly. When Morgana caught up and saw this scene, the corner of her mouth twitched.

Little Nezha was one thing, since these children could be considered Little Nezha's friends.

But why was the Old Angel King being pestered by children now?

"Old Angel King, I told you these children were especially adorable, didn't I? They really like your purple wings. You'd better not ask me to change them back. Otherwise, once you lose those purple wings, the children won't like you anymore."

Little Nezha coaxed him patiently. He felt that the Old Angel King seemed quite receptive to it anyway.

With the children egging him on as well, perhaps things could still develop in the direction he wanted.

After hearing Little Nezha's words, the Old Angel King wanted nothing more than to pounce on the brat and teach him a harsh lesson.

At last, after the children had left, the Old Angel King could no longer endure it. He had to get his wings back.

"Hurry up and return my wings. I already told your Heavenly Venerate, and your Heavenly Venerate said you had to give the wings back to me."

Little Nezha froze for a moment before pulling out his communicator.

"But our Heavenly Venerate never said that. If our Heavenly Venerate had