My Archangel

"My name is Qiao Wen, not Al, understand?'

Although he thought so in his heart, when Qiao Wen looked back at the other party, his somewhat pale face showed a clever smile: "Welcome back to sister Vina, it's really late today."

Life is like a play, talking to people, talking nonsense to ghosts.

Regarding this skill, Qiao Wen has mastered this skill perfectly during the years he has been with the Dimension Witch.

Even though his bones were very weak now, he still had no intention of neglecting the witch.

"Well, I'm a little busy... You are, did you sleep for a day today? You need to exercise."

Satisfied with a click on her chin, Vina went straight to the bed and sat down, staring at him with a smile.

Then, she quickly noticed the strangeness on Qiao Wen's face, and blinked suddenly with some doubts.

"You...are you looking a little strange?"

Raising her hand to caress Qiao Wen's forehead, Vina frowned slightly: "It's a bit hot... caught a cold?"

"When I got up today, I found that the quilt had been kicked off."

Qiao Wen, who was hesitating to find some reason to be confused when he heard Vina's inquiry, was a little relieved, nodded his head directly, and followed Vina's words.

"...Really, I just went out for a day and it became like this. Are you really not able to do without me?"

After listening, Vina sighed helplessly, her cold palms pulled away from Qiao Wen's forehead: "Wait a minute, I'll prepare some anti-fever medicine."

"…medicine?"

His pupils narrowed, and when he heard the word'medicine', the expression on Qiao Wen's face was suddenly stiff instinctively.

Although the frequency of taking medicine has dropped a lot in the past two years, at this time, he still remembered the viscous liquid that the devil in front of him had poured by various means over the years...

Not to mention the effect, the taste alone is enough to make people confused about the meaning of life.

Moreover, Qiao Wen knew very well that the reason why he became what he is now was not at all because of illness. It is probably useless to take cold medicine and the like.

"Don't worry, it's just a pure anti-fever medicine this time, it won't taste that bad."

After leaving this sentence to Qiao Wen in a kind voice, Vina got up and left the room.

Silence soon returned to the bedroom.

"Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice anything."

After about half a minute, Qiao Wen's eyes gradually moved away from the closed bedroom door and turned to look at the closet on the side.

"Should I be said to be an angel? I can actually make the witch not notice it so close..."

Qiao Wen never thought that he would have a day of hiding in the closet.

After hesitating for a while, he got out of bed again, walked slowly to the front of the closet, and stretched his hand to the handle of the cabinet door.

It hurts a bit.

As soon as he opened the door of the cabinet and made eye contact with Elisa hiding in it, Qiao Wen felt a needle-like touch on his face.

Unlike the indifferent reaction when they first met, the archangel looked at Qiao Wen at this time, and his gaze was vaguely hostile.

However, this is not incomprehensible.

Thinking in another way, Qiao Wen felt that if someone just met suddenly lifted himself up and ran, plus staggered two somersaults on the way, let himself land first, and finally forced himself into the closet. ...He might be angry too.

Rather, according to the level of worship of gods in this world, Qiao Wen seems to have been blasphemy.

If you let some fanatics know, I'm afraid it will be skewered on the grill.

Chapter 04: The physical condition of the archangel is not ideal

The physical condition of the archangel is not ideal.

Leaning against the closet door, Qiao Wen sighed inwardly.

Earlier, in order to prevent Vina from discovering the strangeness when he went home, after urgently clearing the magic circle on the ground, he held Elysha out of the warehouse with a weak body.

Then he moved it to the hiding place reserved for the heroes of Zhaolai-the wardrobe in his bedroom.

But during the transportation, Qiaowen noticed that Erisa's situation at this time was far worse than it seemed.

The body is lighter than expected.

The state is very poor, the response to the outside is relatively dull, and there is no feeling of invincibility at first sight.

Even if Qiao Wen was forcibly carried and moved, she did not make much effective resistance in a short time.

Of course, two of them had just signed the contract, which made her partly wary of Qiao Wen, but this is the case, and a lot of things can already be seen from it.

It is no exaggeration to say that the archangel is now a paper tiger.

The wound that remained between her waist and abdomen seemed to have some kind of infection that was difficult to cure, and the impact on her was far greater than visually.

'The six-winged archangel is already at the top in the legends I have heard. It can hurt her to such an extent, what level of monster it must be..."

"In other words, the original world she is in should be rated higher than here, right? Why not choose to heal her wounds in her original world, but come to sign a contract with a foreigner like me?'

For these, Qiao Wen didn't know too much, and could only guess.

Of course, he himself is not very concerned about these.

His only concern at the moment is whether Elysha in this state can hold it.

If it gets cold, then the 90,000 years he just traded out will be for nothing.

Qiao Wen hopes that his investment will receive the expected return.

"Great Master Elisa, this cabinet is quite big. I have already handled the ventilation in advance. I have pillows and sheets next to me. I am wronged here for the time being to heal your injuries."

Thinking of this, squatting down in front of the big closet, Qiao Wen tried to communicate with Elisa.

For some reason, Qiao Wen has never seen this archangel speak actively since we met, including signing a contract through the system.

It should be... not because you disdain to communicate with humans?

"Anyway, don't let the woman find you just now, or it will be very troublesome."

At this time, the sound of walking in high heels came from the corridor again. Qiao Wen didn't have time to say more. After raising his index finger and making a "hush" gesture to Lord Angel, he returned to the bed.

"Al?"