My Archangel

People who can throw a doom dice "one" at a time, look at the whole world as a rare existence.

As for the person who can directly throw nine "ones" at once, maybe there will be no other people besides him...

"Sorry... Brother Isaac... I'm sorry... Sister Judy... You were so desperate at the time, but I..."

There was no look in his eyes, and he was chanting words like this.

Those faces that will never be forgotten in this life appeared in his mind one by one. Olik's aura was relaxed. He was like a hapless person who had given up struggling in front of the bloody reality, his expression was already depressed to the extreme.

"...Hey, can you hear me?"

Then, at this moment, a voice that sounded quite strange, suddenly rang in Olek's ear.

"Are you the disaster star Olek?"

After hearing this sound, he briefly recovered and came to Olek, shaking his head, looking at Qiao Wen in front of him with some confusion.

By now, after he heard the word Calamity after he had been smoothed out the edges and corners, he would not even have any psychological fluctuations anymore.

But looking at this young man with delicate skin and tender flesh in front of him, Olek was a little confused for a while.

Now his whole head is still a little numb, he is not very clear, such a little devil who seems to have no intersection with him...why would he suddenly come to him and find him.

But at the next moment, with nearly twenty dice falling from the sky, all of them rolled and bounced on the table in front of him... he suddenly widened his eyes.

Chapter 042: Me, Thigh

Shattered--

With a slightly messy sound coming into Morik's ears, he was obviously stunned.

The plural dice rolled on the table in front of him.

Scroll back and forth.

Then stop.

As if an appointment had been made in advance, these dice all turned the same number towards him after the sound disappeared.

One.

Many, many "ones".

All are "one".

With his pupils diminished, Morik followed instinct and subconsciously counted the number of these dice.

Then, his jaw opened uncontrollably, and the look on his face was even more startled.

Eighteen.

Eighteen doom dice, and...the result is all "ones".

what's the situation.

What is this illusion?

Watching this scene in front of him, Molick had such an idea instinctively in his mind at this time.

But he soon realized that all of this in front of him was actually happening.

This is true, this is not a dream.

Because... standing in front of him at this time, the young man who was only separated by a small wooden table between the two was watching with the sight that seemed plain but inexplicably could cause him to produce a heavy pressure. he.

At this moment, the pressure generated by Molik's whole body made him feel like he was being watched from close range by an adult pure blood dragon.

No, maybe even more serious.

Where did this young man... come from?

His operation of eighteen "ones"...what's the situation?

No, no, why hasn't he heard of this person before?

"..."

Morik opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound for a while.

Question marks all over my head.

At this moment, looking at the scene that suddenly appeared before his eyes, he was a little at a loss.

But... he suddenly felt his whole head awake.

Let the scene before us startled.

The original drunk and dying state at this moment... as if being poured from head to feet by a basin of cold water, pouring it transparently.

"The current name is Molik. It has not been officially registered yet. It is an idler."

At this moment, the young man in front of Molick opened his mouth again.

"From now on, we are teammates, should I understand this?"

When speaking like this, the expression on his face looked plain.

At the same time, the sound does not sound too much ups and downs.

He seemed to have expected such a result a long time ago.

"who are you?"

After swallowing, Morik gradually widened his eyes, staring at the young man in amazement.

This kid...what's the situation?

Why are you so lucky to throw nearly twenty "ones" on your face, yet you still speak here with such a calm face?

Why not find a master who specializes in refrigeration to seal himself in a crystal coffin for decades?

To put it a little bit exaggerated, he... Isn't he afraid of breathing out and choking to death?

"My name is Qiao Wen, please give me some advice in the next short time."

Qiao Wen said very little.

After carefully observing Molick's series of reactions, he began to introduce himself routinely.