"This is Angel Guga." Jiang Lan folded his wings and introduced it with a solemn expression. "Invincible in the sky, thrashes fallen soul masters..."
"Pfft, hahahahaha!"
Shui Yue'er finally lost it. She slapped the table as she laughed, tears flying from her eyes. Pointing at Jiang Lan, she gasped between laughs, "What kind of angel are you? You're an angel pig! No, an angel penguin! No, an angel fat bird!"
"It's Angel Guga!" Jiang Lan's little face flushed with anger, and the wings behind him flapped twice.
Those two flaps sent his entire round body floating half a foot upward. Then, unable to keep his balance, he wobbled in midair and drifted crookedly to one side like an inflated balloon, nearly bumping into Xue Wu's shoulder. Xue Wu hurriedly reached out to steady him, but the moment her hand touched that golden membrane of light, she laughed so hard she couldn't speak either.
Dugu Bo finally cracked as well. He sprayed out a mouthful of tea, his gleeful laughter drowning out everyone else's.
Wiping the tea from the corner of his mouth, Dugu Bo offered his assessment. "Who named this fifth soul skill of yours? Angel Guga certainly suits you, but whether the Angel God would acknowledge a fat little angel like you is another matter."
"Master, shut up." Hovering in midair, Jiang Lan had to flap his wings several times before he steadied himself. His face bright red, he glared at Dugu Bo.
Dugu Yan turned around with a vanity mirror that had appeared in her hand at some point and held it facing Jiang Lan.
In the mirror, a round, golden fat bird was struggling to flap his wings and keep his balance.
"Little Guga, take a look at yourself." Dugu Yan held the mirror in front of