My Archangel

[Ding, the inherent talent X has taken effect, the specific effect is being tried to analyze, please work hard for the host.

[Please continue to work hard.

[Please continue to work hard.

please……

...Well, Qiao Wen thought about it carefully, and found that the relationship between himself and Mr. Rice Bucket didn't seem to be very warm.

During the fifteen years, apart from occasionally sending out effective reminders for an unprecedented number of times, which brought him some surprises, Mr. Rice Bucket has always played exceptionally stable.

Especially more than ten years ago, when I just crossed over, I thought I was armed with a "system", and even if I couldn't go home, he could be a proud member of the clan in another world... indeed, he was also baseless. Looking forward to it, and I got a little disappointment from Mr. Rice Bucket.

However, by now, Qiao Wen has long been able to calm his mind and face this stable-working Mr. Rice with a smile from the heart.

'However... even so, I didn't expect that this rice bucket... was this woman actually putting on me...?'

Then, just after realizing this, Qiao Wen's thoughts quickly drifted.

Silently staring at the girl with a dazed expression on her face, as if she hadn't recovered from a certain surprise, Qiao Wen didn't rush to speak, but quietly pondered another matter:

'She can put the rice bucket on me without ever seeing my face... How did she do it?No, it would be better to say that since she has already exposed herself to this point, then I should be sure... this woman should be very clear about me as a traverser, maybe... my own traversal is with her Is there a relationship?'

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen's instinct had already told him...this matter must be strange.

Obviously, even if this girl is not the dominant player, she at least knows a lot.

So... the next thing to do is very clear.

——I have to exchange information with this holy son.

Qiao Wen believes that this is absolutely necessary.

However, at this moment, Qiao Wen suddenly noticed that the Saint Son in front of him... the original stiff and confused expression on his face seemed to have slightly changed.

The holy smile on her face gradually disappeared, the eyes filled with a little bewilderment narrowed slightly, and immediately, she glared at Qiao Wen, which seemed obviously unpleasant.

"...Mr. Qiaowen, what does'rice bucket' mean?... Could you please give me a detailed explanation of what you just said?"

Although the words that came out of her mouth were still delicate and soft, Elsia's current mood... had become a little unhappy.

big eater……

Although she has never entered the kitchen since she was born, she still knows the meaning of the two words.

At the same time, she is also quite clear about what these two words mean when they are used to address a person... of course.

In addition to simply referring to "eatable", more often it can also be used to mean "nothing but eating".

This kid... called the elegant lady that I just met in person as "the rice bucket"...?

Shouldn't it be the guy I summoned...?Dare to say.

"No, Miss Elsia, I don't mean you are a rice bucket."

The corner of his eyes jumped slightly, and he obviously guessed why the voice of the saint in front of him suddenly became cold. Qiao Wen opened his mouth and explained: "Actually, this is my name for what you gave me, and... ...Is a pet name, not a scornful name."

"...A nickname, what?"

However, compared to the little mother dragon who was very foolish in the past, the son who took the initiative to summon him at this time was obviously not that foolish.

"Then... why don't I feel the love in your words at all here? Mr. Qiaowen?"

A meaningful smile reappeared on her cheeks again, Elsia put her hands in front of her, and a look of kindness reappeared in her eyes, so she could watch Qiao Wen with a lot of time: "It's okay, Mr. Qiao Wen has been twenty I know everything that happened five years ago. Although it may be the first time you have seen me, in my heart, I always feel...you are already a familiar person."

"So, if you are dissatisfied with the guidelines I left on you, don't worry, please tell me all here."

With that said, the smile on her face became more elegant, and the love in her eyes became more gentle. Elsia stared at Qiao Wen intently: "It's okay, I will never get angry because of such a small matter."

'...No, don't you look quite angry now?'

Listening to the sacred son in front of him saying different things seriously, Qiao Wen chose to be silent for the first time, and did not rush to speak.

As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand under the wall.

Although Qiao Wen only relaxed after confirming that he was still very safe, but it was obvious that in this situation, there was no need to continue to stimulate the son in front of him.

'In other words, although many times in this world, the age cannot be distinguished by appearance alone, but... this kid, no matter how you look at it, the age should be younger than me, right?Probably...about twenty years old?'

'Let such a kid be the leader of this expedition... Is it really okay?How do I feel that this siren is about to end?'

After calming down, Qiao Wen refocused on such an aspect.

"...Ha, forget it, in short, although it is the first time to meet, but Mr. Qiao Wen makes me very unhappy, anyway, remember it first."

However, what surprised Qiao Wen was that although the expression on her face was obviously not very happy, Elsia quickly adjusted it, and then a trace of fluorescence flashed on the ring on her left hand, followed by a small notebook. And the pen appeared in her hand out of thin air.

Immediately, under Qiao Wen's surprised gaze, she took a pen and wrote a few words on the notebook.

'... Actually even prepared a revenge book, this kid... is really a kid?'

Watching this scene, Qiao Wen's eyes twitched slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed under his eyes.

Because he found that this saint son named "Elsia" not only carried a vengeance book with him, but even after opening it, he remembered it directly from the second half.

Obviously... Even with the exception of Qiao Wen, she already has quite a lot of things in this notebook.

"Okay... then back to the topic now, Mr. Qiaowen, do you know... why did I send you here specifically?"

After a few seconds, the pen at her fingertips paused, and she closed the notebook with very skilled gestures. Elsia sighed slightly, and then looked at Qiao Wen again.

But this time, her eyes were more piercing than before, and it seemed that when facing Qiao Wen alone, who made her feel unpleasant, she didn't intend to be as elegant as before.

"No, you don't tell this kind of thing yourself, how could I know... Master Elsiya seems to have some strange expectations for a bun who just entered the temple."

In response, Qiao Wen shrugged helplessly, with a caring expression on his face, and motioned to the Lord Son to continue speaking.

"Yes... If you only mean expectation, I do have expectations of you..."

However, what surprised Qiaowen was that when his voice just fell, Elsia caught his speech, as if he hadn't noticed his speechlessness, just staring at him with a strange gaze. he.

"...Well, how do you say it? If you didn't expect it, I wouldn't have asked Master Dunling to teleport you over fifteen years ago."

While supplementing the explanation like this, Elsia raised her right hand and scratched her cheek, and the expression on her face became a little embarrassing.

"Wait a minute? You did say the word'transport' just now... right?"

At this moment, the eyebrows slowly wrinkled together, Qiao Wen, who was calm after coming here again, suddenly changed his mood after hearing these two words.