My Archangel

Then, Qiao Wen found... that he had become speechless.

No matter how you try, it still has no effect.

Not only words, but even the most basic shouts are difficult to make...

Moreover, after scratching her throat with her nails, the woman didn't stop, instead she quietly moved her hand to Qiao Wen's face with her back facing Vina, and started to scratch it with her nails.

The contact between the nails and the skin is not painful, even in this case, Camilla's movements are still very calm and extremely gentle.

And...every time the nails ran across his face, Qiao Wen could feel that something slimy temporarily appeared on his face.

This Camilla, until this time, still smeared something strange on his face!

'......?...???'

Perceiving the strangeness that had happened to him, the expression on Qiao Wen's face that had been relaxed, suddenly changed.

Because he found that... the direction of this matter seemed a bit wrong.

What happened to this woman?

Now that the demon came here, just threw him to the demon, then smiled and explained that he had just found him... isn't everything OK?

It is estimated that this incident would have passed so easily.

However...what does this approach mean now?

I blocked my actions and voice, then rubbed my nails on my face...

This woman...what the hell do you want to do now?

"Camilla, I gave you a chance, you didn't cherish it yourself."

Just when Qiao Wen had felt quite bad, Vina's patience had reached its limit.

Awe-inspiring footsteps came from behind, and she, who sensed that Camilla was not right, also walked over.

'Correct!come!come here quickly……!This lady has a problem with her head...'

After realizing this, Qiao Wen suddenly urged in his heart.

By now, he had vaguely known what Camilla was going to do to him.

This perverted woman with a gloomy mind and who likes other people's things seems to want to hide him in some way in front of Vina, so as to experience the indescribable pleasure...

"Mr. Little Sheep, you have now painted the magic water that my friend usually uses to press the bottom of the box, whether it is clothes, facial features, temperament, including expression...all in the eyes of other people will become another This kind of appearance, plus you can’t speak, cannot move your hands and feet, and Vina won’t be able to recognize you. This is a precious thing even to the gods. I hope you can cooperate with your sister obediently, otherwise ......You will suffer a little bit when Vina is gone later?"

Regardless of Vina getting closer and closer behind him, Camilla took his head to Qiao Wen's ear again with great ease, and whispered: "It's too wasteful to give a toy like you to Vina now. Wait until I play enough before returning it to her."

After saying this, Camilla didn't seem to worry that Qiao Wen would reveal his identity at all, and turned around on the initiative to turn Qiao Wen, who was being locked in her arms, towards Vina completely.

Vina: "...?"

Qiao Wen: "..."

For an instant, his eyes met.

When Qiao Wen's gaze touched Vina, who was already close at hand, what he saw was not the familiar and cordial gaze in the past, but pure doubt.

This devil... doesn't seem to recognize herself!

"Oh... there's no way, since Xiao Wei Na is so interested in you, then my sister should give you a little introduction."

At this moment, Camilla's voice rang in their ears.

"Look, didn’t you mention that little Vina before that, if I want a child, go find a man and work hard, right? This is the toy I just fancy, do you want to touch it? ?"

With that said, Camilla took the initiative to hold Qiaowen's shoulders, pushed him forward a little bit, and pushed him in front of Vina.

"……no need."

However, after Camilla did this, all Qiao Wen met was only Vina's extremely cold gaze.

It seems that when Qiao Wen's face was hidden by the magic water, she completely lost interest in what Camilla was holding.

"Ugly girl... Since you didn't find Al, what were you hiding just now?"

Without stopping Qiao Wen, Vina turned to stare at Camilla with a rather unkind gaze: "Your reaction just now was very abnormal. Explain it to me?"

"Ha... Don't you already know the reason why sister did this?"

When asked by Vina, some subtle expressions appeared on Camilla's face. Instead, she stared at Qiao Wen in her arms, and said in disgust, "Look... this kid Isn’t it ugly? It’s not comparable to your little sheep, right? I don’t even know why I suddenly became interested in this clown duck... I always feel embarrassed. It’s enough to like, so I don’t want you to see his face."

"Really?... Indeed."

Listening to Camilla's statement, Vina also glanced at Qiao Wen again, nodded slightly, a look of relief immediately appeared on her face.

She has accepted Camilla's statement and felt that the human being held by Camilla in front of her was ugly.

"..."

Qiao Wenan listened quietly when being pointed.

He never thought that he would be rejected in person.

Not to mention, this feeling is quite novel.

"But does the expression on this human face look too stiff? What did you do to him?"

At this moment, Vina's voice reached Qiao Wen's ear again.

"No? But Xiao Wei Na, don't you know if you think about it a little bit, if I suddenly hold you from behind and tell you that your life has been contracted by me, how would you react?... It will be blinded, right?"

"No, maybe I will just tear your face in half."

Vina's response was cold.

At this moment, it seemed that because the person who saw Camilla Zang was not what she wanted to see, her mood was lowered again with naked eyes.

"It's terrible and terrible, but then again, what about your side? Did Al find it? Is there still no good news after searching for so long?"

Seeing this scene, a smile full of motherhood suddenly appeared on the corners of Camilla's lips. She looked like a close sister who cared about her friends.

However, only Qiao Wen knew how sick this woman had become.

Camilla.

This crazy woman is now deliberately leading the topic to "Al", and then observes the uncomfortable expression on the face of the Devil, while comforting on the surface, secretly being too happy about it.