My Archangel

At this moment, meeting Dai'er's gaze from the front, he instinctively pursed his lips.

Indeed, as far as the various messages he has received so far, there is no longer any need for Dai Er to try this meaningless behavior.

This so-called "lucky dice"... is true.

Although Qiao Wen did not know the principle, and heard that the person who made the dice was not a big man in the beginning, but now, a certain young god holds the dice and flicks it in front of him. The Sixth Queen who had been out more than dozens of times...he suddenly felt that he needed to admit that this dice...is indeed effective.

Compared to the dice themselves, Qiao Wen was not very surprised that Dale could throw the same number dozens of times in a row. Given that the dice was indeed effective, Qiao Wen was not very surprised.

After all, he is a young god, the darling of the world.

In the case of being taken care of by this world, if you can't do this on your home court...then the problem of this world is probably a bit big.

And so on, since the effect of this dice is real, then...except for Dai Er, the result of his previous throw by Qiao Wen himself is also genuine.

One.

To explain it more generally, this number probably represents the meaning of "too bad" or "dead time has come".

If it's just a helpless ordinary person, then it's probably equivalent to having fallen to the point where it's possible to choke to death by drinking one's saliva.

Simply...Although this doom is unclear, he Qiao Wen is now out of the ranks of ordinary people who have no power to bind the chicken.

At least, apart from anything else, at least he has the confidence to live well like "Morik", but he has the confidence to live well.

But even so, even if he realized this, Qiao Wen still did not give up.

For him, who is now thinking about wanting to make something famous with his hands, he doesn't want to let go of all the factors in his body that can be promoted and strengthened.

Hard power is one aspect.

And he didn't want to let it be ridden with factors like luck that were illusory, but could have a great influence at certain critical moments.

"..."

With thoughts surging in his mind, the expression on Qiao Wen's face was a bit cloudy.

He was thinking about the situation he was facing now.

More directly, he was thinking...why he had already had a benign intersection with the two young gods, but his luck had fallen to the extreme level it is now.

Obviously, this is not scientific or magical.

It would be better to say that there is no reason at all.

Qiao Wen remembered clearly that in his previous collection of the Nawei Witch, there was a clear mention of the theory of intimacy with the young god.

At least, the sentence "As long as the people who are close to this young god will also be treated tenderly by this world", this sentence is genuine.

In history, almost many young gods who have been recorded in history had problems due to various reasons, or were exposed to the eyes of foreign gods in the period...their environment, and even the city they lived in. The country, as if being favored by the world, is developing very steadily.

But...this kind of theory, which has received various certifications and real hammers in history, how did he get to his Qiao Wen... suddenly he pulled his hips?

'There should be some reason for this...'

Qiao Wen felt that the whole person was not very good.

The way of thinking changed in his mind. At this moment, after confirming that there was no problem with Dice and Dai Er... he had to temporarily shift his focus to himself.

In short, since there is no problem with the main factors in one thing...then, the cause of the problem in the final result may be that there is some kind of problem in his Qiao Wen himself.

This aspect may need to be studied in depth, Qiao Wen's intuition told him...maybe there will be unexpected gains.

"……give me."

Do it first, Qiao Wen raised his right hand, rubbed his temple silently, and then looked at Dai'er, and said.

Although he had thrown a "one" before and after, he planned to try again.

"…Are you OK?"

After blinking, after returning the dice in her hand to Qiao Wen again, a slightly hesitant expression appeared on Dai's face, and she asked in a low voice, "It looks like her face is a little bad."

"It's okay."

With a wave of his hand, Qiao Wen didn't have any ink marks, and directly under Dai Er's gaze, he rolled the dice for the second time.

Wow!

The dice rolled on the table as always.

Qiao Wen has seen such a scene countless times in this short period of time.

But this time, it was undoubtedly the one that touched his mind the most.

Wow--

Soon, when the dice drew an arc and rolled to the corner of the table, they stopped turning.

The most beautiful "one" was once again presented to Qiao Wen.

"...Is it pretty."

Qiao Wen leaked a beautiful admiration. He stared at the dice on the corner of the table that was almost half removed from the table and crumbling. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the table slightly.

Snapped!

A crisp slap sounded on the tabletop, and the crowd not far from Qiao Wen who was still talking happily with each other seemed to be frightened, quiet.

But Qiao Wen's attention was not on this point at this time.

The dice moved. Under the vibration of the tabletop caused by the shot he had just made, the dice that had been crumbling as if they had been pushed, the whole thing crooked, and then they fell directly toward the floor under the table.

"..."

Seeing this scene, the expression on Qiao Wen's face stretched slightly, and his mouth finally raised a curve.

Destiny is something that must be controlled by oneself.

Perhaps, as Elsia mentioned before, he doesn't need to care too much about luck.

Perhaps luck is a variable, but hard power is the best way to overcome this variable.

For example, now, since he couldn't get the result he wanted with this docile method of throwing dice, then he would do something to help.

"I still don't believe it, give me another—...?"

As soon as the whispers that sounded like talking to himself fell, the expression on Qiao Wen's face became a little stiff.