I am not the one who joins the chat group

Fallen Saint Black Cat: I don't think so, it's just that Miss Kazami wants to fight with others.

Flower Tyrant: Yes... In this chat group, apart from Romani who has lost his power, the most powerful person on the surface is the Ferryman, so I want to fight you.

Tyrant of Flowers: Of course, you can choose to refuse.

Ferryman: I accept, but there is no need for the crystal.

Ferryman: Do you want to impose any restrictions?

Li Qingge didn't refuse to fight, especially this kind of rare sparring where he could do his best.

Tyrant of Flowers: No, just use your full strength.

Ferryman: Got it, what about the time?

Tyrant of Flowers: Now.

Fallen Saint Black Cat: Can I watch? Watching the battle of the strong may help me regain my lost power!

Her Royal Highness the Number One Princess in the World: And me, and me!

Er Qiao: I'll join in too.

Ghost Hunter: Me too!

Tyrant of Flowers: As you like.

Ding!The member "Flower Tyrant" has opened the arena

This is the first time that the chat group has opened the fighting arena. Except for Dr. Roman, the fourth generation, and Dr. Kelsey, who are busy in the real world, and the two parties involved, all other group members are sitting in the fighting arena. In the spectator seats of the field, there is only a Peanut Melon Seed Coke.

In the empty venue, Fengjian Youxiang and Li Qingge faced each other from a distance, and a silent atmosphere spread between the two.Unknowingly, even those in the spectator seats held their breath, not daring to easily break the silence.

The next moment, the two figures disappeared at the same time, and the wind howled.

……

The Tyrant of Flowers: I am very satisfied and will continue next time.

Tyrant of Flowers: Also, I don't like to owe others.

Ding!Member "Flower Tyrant" sent a red envelope to member "Ferryman".

Ferryman: ...I accept it.

Ghost Hunter: You two, that's amazing!

Her Royal Highness the Number One Princess in the World: Even though it's not the first time I've seen it, it's still shocking!

Ferryman: I'll get off first.

The world's first princess: Goodbye~

……

After opening his eyes, Li Qingge was in a good mood.

Although you have just experienced a battle, the battle in the arena in the chat group is similar to the doll that the chat group made for you with the same appearance and abilities, and then you manipulate it yourself.

In other words, leaving the arena, the injuries, curses, and influences suffered in the arena before will not affect reality.

In the battle against Kazami Yuka, Li Qingge didn't use those bells and whistles. Instead, he relied on his physical strength and skills to fight. At most, he used his abilities for a little time to assist.

This is also the reason why Kazama Youxiang is very satisfied, after all, she had a good time.

As for the result, it was considered evenly matched, and Li Qingge barely beat her by one hand.

Although in the end Kazami Yuka simply conceded defeat.

Back to reality, although there is no way to influence it, the perception during the battle is still preserved.

From this point of view, the arena is not only a place to resolve disputes, but also a good place to test actual combat.

Thinking like this, Li Qingge rubbed his wrists in a good mood, stood up, and walked behind Pascal who was operating the computer.

"Director Pascal, can you tell me what this is?"

Slightly bending over, leaning on the back of the seat with his arms propped up, Li Qingge smiled, stretched out his hand, and raised the object in his hand in front of Pascal's eyes.

In the palm of his hand is a pinhole camera that has been deliberately preserved.

"...Yes, I did it, do you have anything to say?"

The fingers operating the computer paused slightly. Even if he was discovered, Pascal still looked sleepy to death.

I really don't know what she is thinking?

"It's nothing."

With a slight force on his palm, the camera was crushed into metal powder while Li Qing was singing. He leaned over slightly, and his white palm was stacked on top of Pascal's.

Pascal's body was slightly stiff, and her ears were a little blushing, because the hot and humid breath was right next to her ears.

It feels like a naughty kitten standing on your shoulder and gently licking your earlobe.

Li Qingge didn't notice Pascal's strangeness, but pressed Pascal's hand, moved the mouse, and opened a file in the computer.

It was a video, in which towering "trees" and "seas" were eroding the world.

"You said, if something happened to Selene, would someone present you with a bouquet of white flowers?"

Soft words poured into her ears, and Pascal stopped talking, because she didn't know what the young man beside him was thinking about.

Is it the whisper of the devil?

While thinking wildly, Pascal noticed that the cursor of the mouse moved.

With a "click", the prepared file has been sent out.

"—??!"

Doubtful, puzzled, but the demon oppressing her has straightened up, and there is still a little warmth on the palm.

Pascal turned around curiously, but what he saw was a faint smile.

"Are you startled, don't worry, I'm not so crazy."

Li Qingge sat down again, ignoring Pascal's surprised expression beside him.

It turns out that the master I serve still has such a little devil side.

"Like I said before, witness, witness everything I want."

Staring at Li Qingge's purple eyes that were emitting a strange light, Pascal suddenly felt - did he fall into the net woven by this demon from the very beginning?

Chapter 63: Girls' Tea Party

Garden of Destiny——

The golden sunlight shines through layers of shadows, casting mottled shadows down.

Next to the regular path paved with stone bricks, there is a piece of greenery, and the bushes on both sides are blooming with beautiful roses.

The well-trimmed branches create a vacant space, and artificially cultivated butterflies of various colors fly comfortably, bringing a little beauty of life to this girl's secret garden.

"Master Youlandale, do you want some more black tea?"

"Well, thank you, Rita."

In the center where the tree-lined trails meet, two young girls are sitting at an exquisite round table, enjoying their long-lost leisure time.

The curling hot air condensed into water mist, with a little warm breath.

"Rita's workmanship is still as good as ever."

The blond girl squinted her eyes, took a sip of the tea liquid in the exquisite teacup, and let out a voice of admiration.

"Thank you for your compliment."

Rita smiled slightly, accepting the girl's compliment.

For her, this level is just as it should be.

"Master Youlandell, has your injury from yesterday improved?"

"It's just a small injury, don't worry."

"However, this mission is much more interesting than expected."

Putting down the teacup, Yolandail smiled as he recalled this mission-cum-vacation trip.

Bianca Yolandail Atagina, the strongest S-rank Valkyrie currently serving in Destiny, the captain of the Immortal Blade, also perfectly completed the task of bringing back the Second God's Key this time.

"Especially that little guy, the battle with it really made my blood boil."

Clenching his fists, Youlandal, who was dressed in a military uniform, still had some fighting spirit in his clear blue eyes.

Having said that, although Youlandelle is still young, about the same age as Bronya, in the destiny, it is already difficult to find an opponent.

Apart from his strength, even his figure, Youlandelle looks like a supermodel, even better than Rita.

Even though she was dressed tightly, inadvertently, the curve that was displayed was thrilling.

Unlike Bronya's "legal loli", Youlandelle is an "illegal royal sister".

"Indeed, it's been a long time since I have met an enemy who can rival Lord Youlandell."

Holding her white cheeks with her plain hands, Rita let out an exclamation.

During the journey to find the Second God's Key, Rita and the others encountered a little trouble.

It was a puppet less than one meter tall, a self-discipline weapon from a pre-civilization, responsible for guarding the Second God's Key.

In order to obtain the second God's Key, Youlandal had to fight this little doll.

As a result, the battle destroyed an entire block around London's Tower Bridge.

If it wasn't for the sudden lack of energy of the armed puppet, this mission would not have ended so easily.

It is said that in order to repair that area, Kohaku has already planned to transfer the funds for the production of "Karen's Fantasy".

"By the way, I don't know if I can ask Bishop Otto to fix this doll so that it can be used as a training object in the future."

Raising a finger, Youlandelle suddenly thought of something, his eyes sparkled slightly.

Not only is it the key of God, Ulandal also brought the doll back by the way, although it has become a real "doll" without energy.

"Master Youlandell, for such a dangerous thing, let it continue to sleep."

Rita put down the teacup, her expression was a little strange.

If the Armed Puppet and Ulandal fight again in Destiny, Otto can consider moving the headquarters of Destiny.

"Too."

Ulandelle thought about it carefully, and agreed with Rita's statement.

Hearing this, Rita breathed a sigh of relief.

Youlandal's strength is still so outrageous, as if there is no limit.

Even if the current Rita has obtained some unexpected gifts, she doesn't dare to say that she can defeat Ulandal, she can only say that she can compete with it for a short period of time.

I don't know how far the current captain has grown, and whether he can defeat Ulandal.

However, even if he loses, with the captain's ability, he can still play around with this girl who likes to go straight.

"Pfft~"

As if imagining the scene of Ulandal pounced around like a kitten, Rita covered her mouth gracefully, but still couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"What's wrong, Rita."

"It's nothing, Lord Youlandell, I heard that Teacher Ragnar has returned from a mission, do you want to see her?"

"Mr. Ragnar?"

Ulandal looked at Rita, blinked, and looked a little puzzled.

"She has resigned from her post, is she planning to retire? Why is she going on a mission again?"

"It's not a mission." Rita narrowed her eyes, and there was a smile in her beautiful wine red pupils.

"Mr. Ragnar is just following along as a follower."

"Follow?"