My Archangel

With that said, Qiao Wen put the backpack behind him back on the ground again and spread it out.

At this moment, although there was no verbal communication, Qiao Wen still noticed that the angel in front of him seemed to squint his eyes happily.

Let him wait a little while, until Elisa carefully stuffed a series of beddings into the backpack and fully inflated the originally shriveled bag, Qiao Wen went over and lifted the bag again.

"Oh... this time going out, it seems to be very hard..."

Qiao Wen smiled bitterly after weighing the weight of the backpack and feeling the heavy touch.

Putting on his backpack again, Qiao Wen took a deep breath and looked at the archangel with unexpectedly soft eyes in front of him: "Alright, Lord Elisa, this time we really have to set off."

After speaking, after seeing the archangel nodding, Qiao Wen turned around, stepped forward, and walked out of the bedroom door without reluctance—

A few minutes later, outside the forest hut.

"No, it's the limit, I can't walk anymore, first, take a break...!"

The blood-red trees all around grew luxuriantly. Qiao Wen, who had just walked out of the hut, supported the ground with his hands, his forehead leaked sweat, his eyes widened, and he was gasping for breath.

He found that he seemed to have slightly overestimated his physical strength.

Perhaps because of lack of physical strength, Qiao Wen felt that the backpack behind him seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

I can't move my back, and I can't walk far, this bag is simply too heavy.

This is the reality before him right now, not a problem that can be overcome by gritting his teeth.

"..."

At this moment, Qiao Wen felt a line of sight, and a pair of straight and slender legs appeared in his vision.

The archangel who had been walking a few steps in front noticed the situation and turned back to Qiao Wen.

"Master Elisa, I think, sure enough... it's better to leave all these extra things here."

Tugging at the corners of his mouth, Qiao Wen turned to a sitting position with some difficulty, and raised his eyes to Elisa.

At this moment, the archangel was wearing Vina's clothes.

Considering that the original Saint White Soft Armor was too conspicuous, Qiao Wen had to go to the closet of Vina's room when he went down to the first floor and turned over several clothes for Erisa to put on.

Fortunately, although the two people feel completely different, after Elisa puts on her clothes, except for a little looseness, other aspects are quite perfect.

"..."

Watching Qiao Wen who was lying on the ground, the archangel did not speak.

After a while, she sighed a little, as if to give Qiao Wen a silent glance, bent down slightly, and stretched her hand to the backpack behind him.

Seeing this, Qiao Wen quickly realized what the other party wanted to do. Although he said no, he unloaded the backpack quite cooperatively.

Afterwards, he watched as the backpack that was too heavy for him was easily lifted by Erisa and carried it on his back.

"Oh... Elisa-sama, would you like to help me? That's really grateful—hey!"

The backpack left, and the pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, and Qiao Wen seemed to be alive.

However, before he could finish his polite remarks this time, he took a sharp breath, his expression stiffened for an instant.

The foot was stepped on.

It was crushed by the sole of the boot.

Lord Angel seemed to be very dissatisfied with his spineless behavior.

"..."

In this case, Qiao Wen wisely remained silent.

If you lift the bar, the other foot will probably be stepped on.

Hmm...Being stepped on by a super-beautiful opposite sex in high-heeled boots, although this punishment may be a reward for some groups, but Qiao Wen doesn't have that kind of habit.

If he insists, he prefers to step on others than to be stepped on.

"call……"

After a while, Elisa let out a sigh of relief and stopped the action.

After glaring at Qiao Wen again, she reached out and pulled Qiao Wen from the ground again.

The archangel's right hand was soft and white, but Qiao Wen didn't save much thought to feel, and quickly withdrew his hand after getting up.

'Oh... if only the same sex can be summoned.'

Qiao Wen was thinking that if the male or beast spirits were summoned, not only the backpack, but also he himself could let the other party carry on the road.

At that time, relying on the strength of the heroic spirit, even if there is no magic power for the time being, it can be quite easy to leave him with his back, which needs to be taboo like now.

Of course, Qiao Wen just simply thought about it.

After all, the only person who can promise to send him home is Elisa.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen patted the dust on his body and closely followed the archangel walking in front.

Although this route has avoided the territory of many large monsters in the forest, even small and medium monsters can easily tear the current Qiao Wen into pieces. He has to be vigilant and stay close to the archangel at all times.

"Roar——? Roar——!??"

However, just as Qiao Wen and Erisa were walking in this blood-red forest, a sudden roar of the dragon spread throughout the forest in an instant, as if this forest sent Qiao Wen goodbye.

In an instant, the surrounding area that was still quiet suddenly became noisy.

"This voice..."

Vaguely hearing the helplessness and despair mixed in these roars, Qiao Wen silently looked back at the direction behind him.

He understands that from this moment... there is a boy missing in this world.

Chapter 013: The Young Master is gone

Monster Forest, northwest edge.

The viscous blood stained the nearby ground, and Camilla's blood-stained knife was entangled in black mist.

Since something that can anesthetize a pure blood dragon is relatively rare, the two demons were too lazy to prepare, so they simply didn't use anesthesia.

This also caused the black dragon's cry to last for about half a day.