My Archangel

Inside the frame is carefully preserved a portrait with a basic tone of black and white. The protagonist in the painting is a very shy little boy.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there is a line of text that does not belong to this different world.

Although he couldn't understand it, Qiao Wen knew that this line of characters represented a name.

Al.

Of course, it is not the false Al Qiaowen now playing, but the real deity.

More than ten years ago, when Qiao Wen encountered the Devil as soon as he crossed over, it was with this painting that he avoided the first death of his death on the spot and continued his life in another world.

However, at this moment, Qiao Wen was taken aback.

Because he hadn't walked into the study for a while, he suddenly noticed a quite obvious difference in this painting.

The picture frame is dirty.

Compared with the neat and clean appearance in the impression, a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the frame at this time.

Qiao Wen was surprised by this.

Because he remembered that before, the demon head would personally maintain the painting almost every day, and it would take half an hour to do it. The highlight was the meticulousness.

I haven't seen it for a while now, and it started to accumulate dust.

Could it be... the past few years being so comfortable by yourself has caused this woman to become lazy?

"Al?"

At this moment, Vina's voice suddenly rang in Qiao Wen's ears.

Ms. Wei's concentration is indeed ridiculously high. It seems that until now, she has not noticed Qiao Wen who has walked to the desk.

"Is your body better?"

The fingertips that were about to flip through the paper paused, Vina stared at Qiao Wen, and a smile appeared on her face that was the opposite of the distressed expression a few seconds ago.

"If I remember correctly, this year...it seems to be the first time you came to me? Are you really a rare visitor?"

There was a sound of teasing in his ears. For some reason, Qiao Wen felt that Vina at this moment seemed to speak better than usual.

"No, Sister Vina, you are usually so busy, I'm just worried that it will disturb you."

Scratching his head, Qiao Wen also moved his attention away from the frame under Vina's gaze, and a shy expression appeared on his face.

"Well, someone knocked on the door from just now and asked me to open the door for her. I heard it seemed to be Camilla."

Because of hiding someone in the room, he was a little guilty, and had no intention of chatting with the devil, so he chose to go straight to the subject.

"...Camilla? What is she doing."

Qiao Wen noticed that when he heard the name, Vina's stretched eyebrows suddenly frowned again, and both her tone and expression became a little colder.

The study became quiet again.

"You come to me, that's all you want to say?"

After a few seconds, Vina threw away the information in her hand.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, the paper that had been flipped fell gently in front of Qiao Wen, covering the dusty picture frame.

"?"

Blinking his eyes, looking at the entire concealed picture frame in front of him, and then looking at the devil who suddenly became unhappy, Qiao Wen slowly raised a question mark in his heart.

Is the woman outside the door so unpleasant, just hearing the name makes this Vina's temperament worse?

"I mean, come to me on the initiative...Do you have anything else you want to say to me?"

After a long silence, seeing Qiao Wen showing no signs of continuing to speak, Vina raised her eyebrows lightly, and then asked him again in a somewhat depressed, calm tone.

"Oh, it seems...that's all?"

The question about the devil felt a little unclear. Under the other's gaze, Qiao Wen tentatively shook his head.

Mipa--

As soon as the voice fell, Qiao Wen vaguely heard the wrinkled sound of blue veins.

"……is it."

Irritable.

For some reason, Vina became more and more irritable inexplicably when staring at the harmless little white mouse in front of him.

"Well, sister Vina, please go quickly. It's been a long time since the house came to visit. What a pity if you leave."

I always felt that the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little strange. Considering that there was a woman who was not a good stubble waiting at the door of the cabin, Qiao Wen gently reminded the devil in front of him.

Then as soon as the voice fell, he was stared fiercely.

"Why, do you really want to see her?"

The voice was completely cold.

The long black hair that fell to her shoulders trembled slightly, and Vina, who was quite good to talk a few seconds ago, suddenly seemed to have changed.

As she straightened her waist again, the atmosphere in the study obviously began to become piercing, and Qiao Wen's back followed with a chill.

"No, what I have to say...I don't really want to..."

The concept of time seemed to be extended indefinitely at this moment, and was inexplicably stared at by the devil, Qiao Wen slightly moved his eyes away and muttered a little.

At this moment, a new knock on the door came into the ears of the two again.

"Hello? Little Vina, are you there? Come here, don't hide in there and make no noise, I know you are at home."

Bang Bang Bang -

This time, Camilla's knock on the door was much louder than before, and he could easily hear it even in the study that was the furthest away from the entrance.

"If you don't open the door anymore, my sister will tear down your little house?"

Camilla's voice was heard clearly in his ears.

"..."

Hearing these words, Qiao Wen moved his eyes, sweating on his forehead.