My Archangel

I don't know when, Erisa has slightly moved the arm covering her waist, staring at Qiao Wen with a cold expression.

The slender waist, the fascinating curve, the part of the archangel exposed to the soft armor should make it difficult to look away.

However, spreading from the waist straight to the bottom of the peaks on the right side, a slender and hideous wound completely destroyed this beauty.

The faint black mist that was constantly overflowing from the wound added a bit of strangeness to the wound.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Qiao Wen finally understood why a deity would offer such a condition to humans.

She was seriously injured and her life was passing by.

The reason why the skin and cheeks show a pathological color is probably because of this reason.

If the vitality known as the essence of everything is not refilled in time, she would look very dangerous.

The right to choose came to Qiao Wen silently.

Whether or not to seize this opportunity will have a decisive impact on his future situation.

"Great Lord Elisa, I am happy to offer my heart to you."

Qiao Wen had already decided.

He did not hesitate at all about the conditions put forward by the archangel.

With a bargaining chip of 90,000 years, if the opponent is just a hero, he might still hesitate.

But now, after seeing the gods, Qiao Wen saw new hope instead.

One is not just simply leaving this ghost place, but a deeper level of hope...

Frankly speaking, after fifteen years in another world, Qiao Wen is very homesick now.

This time is too dangerous, it makes him feel strange and unhappy at all.

If possible, Qiao Wen wants to go back to his family and live with them.

Before the journey, Qiao Wen's parents were considered healthy, and although the family relationship was not too close, it was considered harmonious.

In the past fifteen years, he was even reluctant to think about what it would be like when the two of them learned that the only seedlings he had raised had just become promising, and they were stabbed to death at the door of their home.

and so.

[The host has determined the exchange conditions.

[After the summoning is established, Elisa needs to make every effort to ensure the safety of the summoner, and to send him back to his original home in the world as soon as he can, when the contract ends.

[The other party is checking the conditions, please wait.

It is impossible for ordinary heroic spirits to do such a thing when giving away people across planes.

But if it is a higher standard deity, there should be hope.

With such thoughts, Qiao Wen tried to offer her conditions to Erisa.

Then he was simply accepted by the other party.

The call is established.

[The host has mastered new talents.

[Intrinsic talent 4: God descends (can urgently summon the archangel Erisa to her side)]

A reminder came from the system that as the contract was formally established, an invisible bond surrounded Qiao Wen and the archangel, and a certain connection gradually began to be established between the two.

Qiao Wen's consciousness quickly returned to the physical body.

Before his eyes, the golden light dissipated, and the transparent outline in the circle was completely solidified.

The injured archangel was sitting quietly in the center of the circle, his face reflected in those turquoise pupils.

'...It is done.'

'I actually partnered with the deity.'

Qiao Wen was inexplicably excited when he made eye contact with the opponent.

Because he realized that as long as the archangel recovered, his hardship would come to an end.

Only Qiao Wen knew how unsatisfactory life was after crossing over.

Wipe honey with her little mouth, and call her sister at any time to a stranger who has no blood relationship.

I have to get up early every day, and then cook a certain bully, make tea, and give water, and every few days I have to use milking energy to massage the shoulder of the devil.

In my spare time, I often work overtime for free, keeping a pose for several hours, acting as a model for the other party's painting.

Finally, even used as experimental materials, from time to time some medicines with strange taste and color are forcibly poured...

To be reasonable, this is not normal, very abnormal.

This kind of life needs to be corrected.

The time to correct is now.

"This is probably the so-called Hedong for thirty years, Hexi for thirty years."

"I am free."

At this moment, Qiao Wen seemed to be floating.

With such boldness, he opened the curtains beside him hand in hand, bringing a little light to the dim warehouse.

Then he froze again.

A faint of coolness came to his back, and the joy on Qiao Wen's face solidified in an instant.

As soon as he opened the curtains, he noticed a familiar figure in the blood red forest in the distance.

The figure looks tall and slender, with a graceful lady.

A few dozen meters away behind him, he followed a respectful and respectful tentacle monster with his whole body covered with shopping pockets.

Danger!

Out of muscle memory, Joe Windon shuddered.