My Archangel

This little female dragon is now a golden rank with the same purity of magic power as him, but the destructive power used to load the dragon's breath is obviously more terrifying than him before.

'what happened?Was it because I had a wrong judgment on the power of this dragon's breath, or was it because she had been brewing for too long... changed the power?No... No matter how you think about it, this possibility is very low, it should be because of other reasons.'

While removing the cracked magic shield on the surface of his skin and restarting it, Qiao Wen, who looked a little bit ashamed, stood up from the cracked ground.

Soon, another guess that he thought was more reliable came into his mind.

Although this little female dragon has a breath-loading aura that is similar to his side, she has the blood of a silver dragon. Her biological father, Miao Qi, who developed this difficult dragon's breath... is also a silver dragon.

Not surprisingly, probably this dragon breath itself was specially improved according to Miao Qi's own silver dragon standard.

Just like Qiao Wen specializing in improving magic according to his physique in the past two days.

In this way, everything seems to make sense.

The burden of the dragon's breath that the silver dragon sprayed was stronger than him, a counterfeit who relied on the black dragon's blood to control the dragon's breath, and it seemed that it was not unreasonable.

'This should be the effect of the race bonus?'

After this possibility emerged in his mind, Qiao Wen suddenly felt that the reason was very likely.

'and many more?If this is the case, then the current situation has changed a bit. Maybe I can consider helping her exercise her anti-stress ability?This power is even more exaggerated than I thought.'

After the smoke cleared, Qiao Wen, who was staying in place, wiped his face casually, and then looked at Dai'er, such thoughts continued to surface in his mind, thoughtfully.

"Are you...really okay?"

Dai'er had already trot and came to Qiao Wen, and when the expression on her face fell in Qiao Wen's eyes, it looked quite subtle.

If Qiao Wen read it correctly, it seemed to be a subtle expression that was mixed with self-blame, worry, and a slight relief, and then began to darken.

It seemed that after seeing him deflated, the little female dragon did feel flustered and worried at first, but after seeing Qiao Wen's safety, she in turn felt very happy that she could deflate him.

Qiao Wen sighed slightly.

Being able to show his mental journey so clearly on his face, this little dragon... is really a very simple and unpretentious good boy.

"...It's okay, I'm not injured."

After a while, Qiao Wen rejected Dai Er's supporting gesture which was obviously intended to "humiliate" him, and shook his head.

"Really, that's good."

After hearing these words, the expression on Dai'er's face relaxed slightly. After hesitating for a while, she again showed a cautious look, and tentatively asked Qiao Wen this way: "Then... the dragon I just now What do you think?"

Although he had known the answer from Qiao Wen's now obviously embarrassed look, she still asked Qiao Wen pretendingly and tentatively.

A pair of eyes flickered. As the "harming" party, she seemed to be looking forward to hearing her praise from Qiao Wen, the victim who almost overturned.

"It's great, it's completely beyond my tone, you deserve it."

"really……?"

"Well, really."

"...It's great, I know, I'm still very suitable for dragon's breath."

With a perfunctory smile on the corner of his mouth, Qiao Wen twitched at the corner of his mouth after a few short answers like this. He looked at Dai'er who seemed very happy on his face, was silent for a moment, and sighed.

Immediately, the smile on his face became more kind.

"You are indeed quite suitable to use this kind of load dragon breath, whether it is power or rate of fire... it is better than me, no, it is really too powerful."

Qiao Wen began to compliment Dale who seemed to be a little flirty in front of him.

"Yes, is that so? Thank you."

Her cheeks reddened slightly, as if she hadn't expected Qiao Wen to praise herself so straightforwardly all of a sudden, Dai'er suddenly looked a little shy.

At the same time, my heart is even more floating.

It even floated to the point of selectively ignoring the dragon's breath that had an effect on Qiao Wen this time. It was the product of Qiao Wen's hurriedly brewing after waiting for her for three minutes.

"Then, let's move on to the next step."

But at this moment, although Qiao Wenna sounded very gentle, he seemed to have suddenly lost a certain temperature sound, and it reached Dai Er's ears again.

"Huh? The next step...? What does the next step mean...?"

The happy expression on her face froze slightly, and Dai'er, who had recovered from the flutter, looked at Qiao Wen blankly, as if she hadn't realized the meaning of Qiao Wen's words.

"I said, did you forget why I waited so hard for you to hold your breath for three minutes?"

It seems that he has guessed Dai'er’s reaction now. When Qiao Wen spoke again, he looked at her with a natural and cordial vision: "The power of the dragon’s breath is indeed up to the standard, but your anti-interference ability is too far behind. No one wants to stand there and wait for you to brew for three minutes during the time of real swords and guns, won't you? Wouldn't you just forget this and feel that you are invincible?"

"..."

As Qiao Wen's voice fell, the expression on Dai Er's face was completely stunned.

She was immersed in joy after letting Qiao Wen deflate... It seemed as if she had really forgotten this.

At this time, after recalling Qiao Wen's reminder, she seemed to start to become a little awkward all at once.

"Now that I remember, let's continue the stress training in the second half."

Seeing Dai'er's reaction in his eyes, Qiao Wen slightly squinted his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth looked full of sunshine.

"... Later, second half?"

Seeing the somewhat sullen smile on Qiao Wen's face, Dai'er blinked and was taken aback for a moment. The tightness of her body became more and more obvious: "Specifically...what type of training is it?"

When she asked this sentence, she who had been staring at Qiao Wen seemed to suddenly realize something.

"Don't worry, we are friends. Why are you so nervous? I won't hurt you."

Meeting Dai'er's sight from the front, Qiao Wen opened his mouth and responded with a smile: "After you pass this training, you can, like Miao Qi and me, brew the need for a load of dragon's breath in one second. training,"

"Wait, one...a second?"

Qiao Wen's voice fell, and the expression on Dai Er's face that eased slightly after listening to the first half of the sentence, suddenly tightened again: "Suddenly I want to do it so fast? I was supposed to take several minutes. It's improved so much at once, isn't this difficulty a little bit bigger all at once...?"

"No, it's not difficult for a second to breathe."

Qiao Wen shook his head and looked at Dai'er calmly like this: "If a powerful offensive method is a sharp sword, you now have the sharpest sword on this continent, and you have to learn to use it. ."

"...The sharpest...I don't think it seems so exaggerated..."

Dai'er subconsciously wanted to say something, but choked slightly in Qiao Wen's gaze, and fell silent again.