My Archangel

A cultivator who can break through the golden rank on his own at the age of seventeen... is enough to remain famous in the history of the entire continent.

Dai'er has always believed that there are talents on this continent that can be compared with her...maybe there are, but there will never be more.

And... among those extremely limited individuals, how could there be someone who can summon the dragon's phantom like himself so coincidentally, and then quickly grasp the dragon's breath?

nonexistent.

Dai'er was convinced of this, she thought... her current mastery of dragon's breath is actually not bad.

Each person's natural direction has its own focus, at best... she is probably just not good at using dragon's breath by nature.

In this case, as long as you exercise hard, one day...probably you can master it.

Moreover, unlike last time, just this time with the breath of breath and the gradual acceleration of heartbeat, Dai'er feels in good condition.

Although the dozens of failures before were not much different from now, this time, she still had a vaguely illusion of "there may be hope for success this time" in her heart.

"...!"

However, an accident occurred.

Just when Dai'er tried her best to maintain the rhythm of "Dragon's Breath" and felt that the dragon phantom behind her was about to reach a certain critical point... a somewhat abrupt voice suddenly emerged from her purse.

Didi, Didi——!

At this moment, after being disturbed when her concentration was high, it was as if a balloon that had been fully inflated had suddenly been poked out of a hole, and Dai'er, who was already quite aura, suddenly had a suffocation on her face and her eyes. In vain...!

"Cough, cough... huh?! Cough cough cough cough-"

She was choked, her cheeks turned pale, people were choked almost to cry when they breathed, and choked when using the dragon's breath, which is more sensitive, involves and affects the body with a larger range... An extremely uncomfortable thing...

Almost for a moment when her throat was choked, a very painful expression suddenly appeared on Dai's face, and even the faintly mingled silver-white eyes became a little foggy...

"...,...,...!"

While gently patting her chest, she kept relieving the pain in her throat, Dai Er lowered her head, put her hand into the purse of her clothes and fumbled.

In the next second, a hard and small piece of paper appeared in her hand.

An expeditionary communicator with a special magic circle engraved on it.

Even those who sign up for the qualifiers can get this communicator. As a full member of the expedition, Dai Er naturally has the same thing in her hands.

Moreover, the communicator in her hand... is more perfect than the ordinary expedition communication magic circle.

Whether it is from the sound, response speed, or the various functions of the magic circle, it has far exceeded the ordinary specifications.

In addition to being able to view information in real time, she can communicate with the temple at any time through this thing, and she can even play some of the built-in games when she is bored to relax herself.

However, although this communicator is very useful, just now... it was precisely because of this thing that suddenly made a sound, that caused her to feel good, and she suddenly became angry...

"...Did you forget to turn on mute after you finished the message last night?"

At this moment, as time passed bit by bit, Dai'er's breathing gradually eased again.

Her cheeks turned from white to red. At this moment, looking at a new reminder "paper tablet" popped up in her hand, Dai'er instinctively raised her eyebrows.

Because she has realized...before practicing every day, she would remember why she had to turn off this communicator and forgot to mute it today.

Because not long ago, about an hour ago, when she woke up, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable near her neck.

As if being pinched firmly by a pair of invisible hands, even breathing became difficult.

This strange situation not only caused her plan to practice Dragon Breath after getting up at four in the morning today to be shelved, and even in order to deal with this sudden uncomfortable feeling, she had been there more than ten minutes ago. Give your neck a relaxing massage.

It wasn't until she felt the strength on her neck suddenly subsided that she had the mind to implement today's practice plan.

And as for making herself the source of this appearance... Of course Deer knew it well.

That bastard liar human...

The guy didn't know what he did. Not only did he make his neck uncomfortable for a long time, he even forgot to turn off the sound of the communicator when he started practicing, and he almost made a big mistake...

"…Ok?"

The next moment, just after Dai'er realized that the human was not by her side and could not let her vent her anger, she was ready to adjust her anger to the culprit who just made the communicator ring.

But soon, she was inexplicably stunned.

Because just after she reached out her fingertips and subconsciously poked the red dot that symbolized a new reminder, she saw a brand-new application to join the team.

"...I remember that no one has come to apply for the team since the day before yesterday? Who is it this time?"

Seeing this scene, she blinked a little puzzledly, and Dai Er clicked on the prompt further.

Then... the expression on her face suddenly froze.

Because she saw...this time the name of the guy who came to apply for the team...seems to be exactly the same as that bastard human...

Qiao Wen.

Jinjie.

Fifteen.

male.

Except for the second item that didn't match her impression, Dai Er found that this new member who applied to join the team... is almost exactly the same as the bastard human in her impression.

'...Golden Stage?... Isn't he just an ordinary person?When did it become a golden rank again?Is he himself?Or is it a fake?But...no one else knows that I know him, and an ordinary person has nothing to be impersonated...'

'No, the important thing is not this, but now that the pre-selection hasn't started yet, what does it mean that this guy sent an application to join the team?How is the archangel who was summoned by him before...has the injury healed...?'

There were a lot of thoughts in his mind for an instant, although he was still hesitating, but for some reason, Del's fingertips had already poked the confirmation button on it.

Then, she received a series of brand-new prompts on her communicator.

[Ding, the great, noble and holy Lord Dai'er, you have approved Mr. Qiaowen's application to join the team, and he is now a member of your team.

[Ding, the great, noble and holy Lord Del, found that your team member has joined another team at the same time and is exercising authority to force the team member to be transferred to your team...]

[Ding, the transfer failed, the captain's authority is insufficient...]

[Ding, the transfer failed, the captain's authority is insufficient...]

Ding……

Ding Ding Ding's voice is endless. Unlike the mass-produced general communicators, the communication magic circle in Del's hand is equipped with a voice function, and at this time, it is perfect to repeat the "ding" that made her feel noisy.