My Archangel

However, Molick's mood remained very stable.

Even though the three people in front of him had said very similar things like the previous "old acquaintances", he didn't care.

During this period of time, his anti-stress level has been further improved in accordance with the public opinion of the outside world, and has risen to a rather alarming level.

He doesn't care about the crazy words of these people, unless the person who said these words... is his "old acquaintance".

"Please come in. I plan to end the pre-selection here this morning. Please don't waste time."

Reaching out his hand politely, Molik extended an invitation to the three people who had stopped at the edge of the field from just now.

"I'm really stupid when you come in?"

Seeing that Molik was unmoved, the man who seemed to be in a leading position among the three snorted coldly, then turned his head straight and cast his decisive gaze on Elsia who was not far away from Gaotai Mountain.

"Abstain!"

Then he shouted so loudly.

Then, he raised his middle finger to Morik, and turned away with the other two people around him.

The leader of the third group has always considered himself a smart person.

He has always been very clear about his purpose of coming to register this time... just to let his promising students meet the world and see if he can learn from practice.

But obviously, there is a prerequisite for this, that is...the gap cannot be too big.

Otherwise, the so-called "learning" would not exist, and they would only evolve into unilateral beatings.

It's as if I was so happy that I was lucky that I got a good lottery in the first round, but I was confused by a broom star.

If he was beaten to the ground by a recognized broom star in front of the junior, how could he maintain the dignity of the senior in the future.

He can't afford to lose this person.

"..."

The entire square was silent.

Obviously, the third group's performance of retreating without a fight did not satisfy them at all.

Even worse than the "first group" they were frowning just now.

Someone else finally dared to do something, but the third group... directly chose to surrender without even throwing a fist.

It's stubborn...

"Abstain!"

However, almost when the audience was contemptuous, the fourth group that was expected to appear next... also responded exactly the same as the third group.

'...'

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen not far away felt quite normal.

After all, from his point of view, Morik's actual combat ability had already been fully demonstrated when he was preparing the first group.

After all, the gap between the old platinum and the new gold... is indeed quite large.

The three Jins lay down for half a minute after going up together. They did nothing except getting beaten. This kind of tragedy that has been staged in front of them has basically made it possible for the "Down with the Broom Star" to have a fluke mentality before. The group stayed away.

"Abstain!"

"Abstain!"

And now, with the "first" in the third group, other groups in the follow-up team that have not officially started are also like finding an example, one after another to follow suit.

The number of abstaining teams is constantly increasing.

In just a few minutes, more than five groups have directly abstained.

However, I don't know if it was because of the "good tradition" left by the third group when they abstained, which directly caused every subsequent group to abstain from voting...almost would stand outside the court and "attack" Morik.

Although the meaning of each group is roughly the same, almost all of them are "the broom star roll out of the siren" and the like, but the vocabulary used is so rich that there is no repetition at all, so Joe who is listening Wen Du was a little surprised.

He was not sure if Morik's mentality would be affected.

"...It seems to have affected."

With such doubts, some runes appeared in Qiao Wen's eyes, and he directly observed Morik's face with his back facing him.

Immediately he noticed that at this time, the uncle, although he had not spoken, was clearly at the stage of "endurance".

He is accumulating anger, and seems to want to vent this anger to a certain goal later.

"Oh! Why isn't this broom star banned from participating in the expedition? Damn...abstaining!"

Later, as if agreed in advance, with the abstention of the tenth round of the group, the certain emotion on Morik's face that had been trying to suppress it finally vented.

Because in his vision at this time...the next group of opponents have clearly appeared.

This time, the few people who were saying this with a smile while walking from the backstage to the pre-selection venue were familiar faces to Morik.

"Morik, it's been a long time since I saw you. I didn't expect you to be so energetic."

Among them, after walking in, one of the three people took the initiative to greet Molick, who had been waiting there, and the relationship between the two seemed very familiar on the surface.

"We only met a few minutes ago."

However, Molick's side, to the greeting of the person in charge, only responded with a smile.

"Oh oh oh, look at the expression on his face now, it's so terrible, so terrible, Brother Morik, aren't we friends? Why do we have to look so fierce? Oh, right, is it that he hasn't been around until now? The reason for a living friend?"

"Who knows, maybe the disaster star does not need living friends by nature."

"so funny."

After several people who seemed to be close to middle age collectively saw Morik, Yin and Yang began to be strange.

"…Disgusting."

Although Qiao Wen didn't know how Molick felt right now, he didn't feel very pleasing to the eye.

No, it's not out of the idea that people want to raise their own resistance tools, but simply caused visual discomfort.

Other people’s seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl dolls usually babble with a few words of yin and yang, at least they can be eye-catching. This group of elderly people who seem to be forty or fifty years old, their actual age even more than doubled. This yin and yang...what is it?

Speak well.