My Archangel

Turning around and walking to the closet, Qiao Wen put his hand into the small gap between the wall and the cabinet and fumbled for a while, and pulled out a small backpack that was about to be squashed.

The workmanship of the backpack is rather rough, and it was made by Qiao Wen using some cloth and needlework.

Open the backpack, except for the dry food that can support a period of time and a handful of survival tools pieced together, there is still a hand-drawn map.

This map is one of the results that Qiao Wen spent more than ten years after crossing over.

Although the information of the hand-drawn map itself comes from the book in Vina's study, the paths drawn with red lines above were all planned by Qiao Wen himself through countless "outing for a walk" investigation.

"Master Elisa, this is our escape...No, the retreat route."

Back to the bed, spread the map out in front of the archangel, Qiao Wen reached out and pointed to one of the several red lines on the map.

"We only need to walk through the forest and snow-capped mountains outside in this direction, and pass through a section of wilderness to reach the destination. There will definitely be information related to your restoration of divine power."

When speaking, Qiao Wen's fingertips moved up the red line from the "monster forest" at the starting position, and finally stayed in a place with a castle pattern.

Above the castle, the small characters "Lisiren" are clearly marked.

Qiao Wen thought very clearly.

Although four more reliable escape routes have been planned, he finally chose this one.

the reason is simple.

First, a few minutes ago, Vina and Camilla left in the exact opposite direction of this route, and this route can completely avoid the oolong that happened on the road.

Second, Li Siren does not have a deity that can threaten the archangel.

Moreover, the human race in this country, for some reason, is very willing to accept humans.

Even for a traveler like Qiao Wen, as long as he passes the entry examination, he can quickly integrate into it, which is very suitable as a temporary foothold.

Based on these considerations, Qiao Wen decisively chose this route.

"Hmm... If you are fine with Elisa, let's go."

After putting away the map and confirming that everything else in the backpack was there, Qiao Wen carried the backpack directly behind him.

Taking into account the stroke and his own physical strength, Qiao Wen basically only installed the necessary things in this backpack, and reduced the weight as much as possible.

Upon seeing this, Erisa also left the sheets.

but……

"That, Lord Elisa? What are you doing?"

Turning his head inadvertently, he noticed that after getting out of the bed, his body was still wrapped in a thick sheet, and his hands were holding the pillow tightly. The corners of Qiao Wen's eyes twitched slightly, vaguely aware of something.

Chapter 012: She said, give you another chance to organize language

"Master Elisa, don't you... plan to go with this quilt?"

"..."

After being asked by Qiao Wen, the archangel still went its own way and had no plans to put the pillow back.

She seems to like this set of bedding very much.

Under Qiao Wen's gaze, Erisa even pulled the sheets easily, patted another blanket on the side of the bed, and then looked at the backpack behind Qiao Wen, seemingly pointing.

"No way."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen twitched his eyes and flatly refused.

"I have enough things to bring, plus these are too heavy, and I have to hurry up later."

It's winter now, and these quilts are really thicker versions.

Physical strength itself is Qiao Wen's weakness, and it is very hard for him to move long distances just by carrying the things on his back.

If you put some inexplicable things in, it won't kill you.

No... after all, in Qiao Wen's plan, it should be the heroic spirit summoned by him to carry this bag, not himself.

As a result, there is now a deity.

Qiao Wen never thought about making the archangel condescend to give him a bag.

Life is precious and cannot be wasted in this way.

"...?"

However, although Qiao Wen politely declined, the archangel was obviously not very satisfied with his answer.

She tore off the thin sheets and put them in her arms with the pillow, then tilted her head and stared at Qiao Wen without a word.

The puzzled look and the unwilling to compromise gesture seemed to say to Qiao Wen, "Give you another chance to organize the language."

"No, no, it's really impossible, it can't be done."

Upon seeing this, Qiao Wen shook his head again, and sternly refused.

"This thing is dead again, and you can't walk far behind it. If you like this, I will take you to buy some new sets when you leave here."

There was a little sweat on his forehead. In the face of a god like Elisa, Qiao Wen could neither beat nor scold, but could only try to be moved with affection and reason.

"..."

However, this kind of heartfelt words seemed useless.

The archangel just stared at him without saying a word, her arms were also held tighter by her.

This guy... why does he have a soft spot for this thing.

"All right, then take it."

Qiao Wen still compromised.

He felt that it was useless to go down.

This adult seems to be disobedient.

Furthermore, the devil might return after a long delay.

Such a good opportunity to retreat is wasted and will be condemned by God.

"Pretend it, do you pretend it yourself or me to help you?"