After finishing lunch, a piece of data appeared in the forum.
The creator of the shortest pure competition in the qualifying stage and his elves.
The total match time between Dakdor and Darkrai is twelve seconds.
This is the second-shortest conference qualifying game to date.
There is another insurmountable problem above this astonishing data.
The total match time between Sirona and Biting Land Shark is...nine seconds.
The year she won the championship, Sirona was like a shark entering the fish pond in the qualifying stage. Her opponents were often eliminated before they could make a judgment.
Dakodo had no special feelings about setting a new record. He simply wanted his opponent to feel despair.
After Dakdo mentioned this, Luther realized that the opponent Dakdo was fighting was also the one who started the trouble in the lounge.
That can only be considered unlucky for him. Compared with the torture of slow death, I don't know if immediate sudden death will be more disturbing.
Returning to the contestant village where he lived, Luther looked curiously at the people in front of him with guns and cannons, shooting randomly around the gate of the contestant village.
"Here comes the annoying thing, Dakdo, you go and be interviewed, let's go in first."
Aituole took Mao and fled decisively.
Dakdo frowned and patted Luther on the shoulder: "Didn't you just say that all the comments were discussing the cuteness of your elves, but you didn't say they could fight? Come on, I'll give you a chance to publicize."
Dakdo followed Aitorle, speeding up his pace and passing through the reporters who were about to surround him.
Luther sighed and held Xiaozhi's shoulders: "If you want to become an elf master, you must be famous. Now is the time for you to show it to the world. These reporters have given it to you."
After listening to Luther's words, Xiaozhi was a little confused, still thinking about the inevitable connection between the two.
Luther grabbed Mai's hand, took off the extended microphone and hid in the contestants' village before being surrounded by reporters.
Returning to the yard behind the player village, Aitorle took the time to adjust the status of the elf.
Luther saw Atole's Crystal Lamp Spirit floating in the air, and suddenly remembered the terrifying illustrated book information of the Candlelight Spirit. Curiously, he took out the illustrated book and took a look.
"Crystal lamp fire spirit, invite the elf, he will sway the flame in his hand to put the opponent into a hypnotic state."
Aitor saw Luther reading the illustrated book and asked with a smile: "Why, are you interested in the crystal lantern fire spirit?"
Of course I'm interested. With Zhu Guangling's terrifying illustration introduction, most people will be a little afraid of this family.
However, I heard that Atole said that he did not cultivate the Crystal Lantern Fire Spirit from the Candlelight Spirit. He accidentally encountered the Crystal Lantern Fire Spirit in the wild and was being attacked by a family of big wolfhounds, and easily subdued it.
"According to your rhythm, you will use the crystal lantern fire spirit, the wind ball and the dragon-headed gopher tomorrow?"
Aitor nodded: "Every elf should experience the atmosphere of this kind of battle before the competition. This is my personal opinion. In this way, the elf will not be nervous."
"And this is also for insurance. The qualifiers and the main competition have a tight schedule along the way. If any elves become tired and find it difficult to recover in a short period of time, or the competition is too intense and they are injured and need to be nursed back to health..."
Atole patted the dragon-headed gopher on the head and checked his physical condition: "Then at that time, the more elves that adapt to the rhythm of the game, the more choices you will have, and the less likely it will be to fall off the chain.
situation."
Atole looked at Dakdo who was sitting on a bench not far away, closing his eyes and relaxing in the sun, and said with a smile: "Don't imitate Dakdo. If you have to be tough, a Darkrai will hit him.
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Xiaozhi and his team finally returned to the yard. Even Bogaman looked tired. It seemed that the reporters were really annoying.
Xiaoguang took the drink from Xiaosong and took a sip.
"Forget it about interviewing Xiaozhi, why do Xiaogang and I have to be asked this and that?"
Luther became interested: "What did you ask?"
After asking, Luther realized that Xiao Gang was nowhere to be seen. Just as he was about to take a look, he saw Bad Frog dragging Xiao Gang in from outside, who was in convulsions.
Oh... among the reporters I just interviewed, there seemed to be a few pretty pretty girls with a royal-sister style.
"Ask Xiaozhi what his goal is, ask you, Aitor, some things about Dakdo, and also ask..."
Why was there silence? Luther looked at Xiaoguang curiously, but Xiaoguang just blushed and said nothing.
"You also asked, is Xiaozhi your boyfriend?"
Aitor fetched a basin of water from the artificial lake, poured it on the Nut Dumbbell, and turned around and said.
Looking at Bogaman's approving eyes and looking at Xiaoguang's expression, it's not difficult to know that Aituole guessed it right.
"So, how did you answer?"
Xiao Song, who was standing aside, smelled the breath of love and stood up directly, looking at Xiao Guang with burning eyes.
"No answer, no answer!" After saying that, Xiaoguang picked up Bogaman and continued to drink.
Luther was deep in thought.
His arrival disrupted the normal process. If things continue like this, will Xiaozhi still get Serena...
Dr. Yamanashi's contact with Carlos is relatively close. Please find a time to call and ask for Serena's information.
Luther had no intention of partisanship, but... there had to be fair competition.
Xiao Siong brought the pears she had cut up to Luther on a plate. She understood Luther's taste through Mai's actions and followed the same example.
Luther was thinking about how to help Serena get a chance to compete fairly, but a headache arose here.
Looking at the pears that were brought to him, Luther felt that it was neither right nor wrong to eat them.
Luther whistled as he watched Marylou, who was having a storm in the restaurant just now and frightened the chef of the restaurant, resting on the artificial lake.
Marylou turned over, saw the plate of pears in front of Luther, and washed up on the shore.
"I just had lunch and I'm a little tired. Let Marylou and Miaomiao eat. They performed very well in the game today."
Marilu picked up the plate and was about to pour it into her mouth. When she heard that she wanted to give Miao Miao a portion, she quickly controlled her strength and let the two pears lie on the plate. Then she quickly closed her mouth and handed the plate to Miao Miao.
Xiao Song tilted her head, stared at Luther for a while, and then picked up a bag next to her.
Oh my gosh, you left the team on the way back from your relationship and went to the Lying Fruit Shop. There must be at least a dozen pears here!
"It's okay. Enough is enough. I'll cut another one for you."
Could it be that when Xiaosong and Mai were left alone in a room that day, the two of them still didn't come up with any results from their discussion?
Xiao Siong was about to peel the pears, and Luther was just about to say something when his cell phone rang.
Mai's phone number?
Didn't she go back to her room to replace the elf food with new flavors of chrysanthemum leaves?