My Archangel

"..."

After receiving the response, Elsia smiled at Qiaowen.

Just as Qiao Wen had judged, this saint son was not very cold about the rules and other restrictions.

For her, as long as this pre-selection can make the serious expressions around the original square, to a certain extent, compared with the "dead face", the citizens can mobilize their emotions and raise public opinion.

For this, it can be changed.

Soon, on the high platform, the message on the magic prop notice board changed.

From the third group VS the fourth group that was originally scheduled to play, he jumped without warning and directly changed Qiao Wen's group to the third group.

Obviously he had accepted Qiao Wen's "suggestion" just now, and cooperated with Morik to directly change the field to a ring battle.

'...Actually, going together can be faster.'

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen felt no fluctuations in his heart.

The only thing he had imagined a little bit earlier was to directly let the registration team of the entire venue come to the ring, and then directly start bombing from his side...

In that case, it will be resolved in less than a minute.

But... Obviously this is not the case.

The firepower net of the bombing was quite dense, and Qiao Wen was not sure that he could do so under the premise of bombing so many targets at once to ensure their safety.

At least not yet.

"Oh oh oh..."

"Oooo……"

"Ooo... I didn't see this broom star, it's quite arrogant this year..."

On the other side, as Elsia changed the third qualifier to the defensive system, the originally "lifeless" auditorium finally began to have some exclamations.

Obviously, the uncle who did not make such actions in the previous qualifiers surprised most people who subconsciously regarded him as a broom star.

However, obviously this is just the beginning.

Even Qiao Wen could see that he was riveting to this tool man now, and wanted to use his fist to fist the rhythm of the "catastrophe" that had fallen on him because of the birth of the "lucky dice". Get knocked out.

Qiaowen could probably guess Morik's current mental activity.

Wanting to help him save time is false, and wanting to prove the inevitability of participating in expeditions in the past through the fact that "other people can't even pass me as a broom star" is true.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen didn't think about it anymore.

"...No matter what happened to me anyway, I touched it."

Quickly turning his attention from his surroundings back to his notebook, Qiao Wen continued to start his learning career.

However, what Qiao Wen didn't notice was that after he sat down next to the "Tinder" model, there were other strange lines of sight staying on him.

"...This kid, was the night with that man yesterday?"

In the shadow of a high platform, Vina stood alone, with her hands on her chest, her eyes narrowed slightly, she was carefully looking at Qiao Wen in the field.

"..."

Elisa on the side also said nothing.

Qiao Wen's face was reflected in the green pupils, and she stood quietly in place.

However, the atmosphere around her seemed a little subtle.

'…very scary.'

The tentacle monster Ah Jiu, who was cautiously staying beside these two people, subconsciously lifted his tentacles and wiped the non-existent sweat on his face, watching Qiao Wen with a somewhat helpless gaze.

no way.

It has tried its best.

But...In any case, it also felt that it was always not good to use the teleportation array to send a note saying "I want to accompany a friend today" and then stay away overnight...

I hope the young master will be fine later.

...

Two minutes later.

After Morik caused an unexpected commotion, the third group that was originally scheduled to compete with another group for fire... also took the initiative to step onto the pre-selection stage.

Qiao Wen glanced distractedly at the list that was still in his notebook, and cast a few gazes toward the other side.

Two gold and one silver.

It seems that the younger generation from the special zone came to accumulate experience in this qualifier.

"There are ten more groups..."

After seeing a few people, Morik's face also showed a very kind smile.

His eyes didn't stay on the few people in this group for long from start to finish, but looked forward to the distant backstage very much.

He was waiting for the "old acquaintances" who had communicated with him enthusiastically just now.

"Damn broom star... what do you mean?"

"Master is right in front of you, where are you looking? What are you pretending to? Huh?"

"The seniors are right!"

However, even though Morik's attention was not on the third group of people, it seemed that it was precisely because of his seemingly indifferent reaction that suddenly made them angry.

"..."

After hearing the sound, Morik did not speak, but turned his head and focused his gaze on the three people in front of him again.

"What are you doing with your eyes open? Why are you staring at you? It's said that you are a calamity star, three times. Who gave you the courage to harm our Lisiren expedition, huh?"

"If I were you, I would find a place to bury myself, so as not to harm others, understand?"

"The seniors make sense!"

The three are still provoking.