My Archangel

"..."

This time, I don't know if it was because of Qiao Wen's reminder, the archangel did not stop him.

Those eyes that had become vaguely confused slightly blinked, and she quietly looked at the Qiao Wen who was obviously not good enough from her experience, but deliberately put on a fearless attitude, as if thinking about something.

--stamp.

A few seconds later, Qiao Wen's index finger first touched the black mist floating on the surface of the archangel.

Then, the mutation began to happen just as he expected.

These black mists with teeth and claws, as if a poisonous snake has found a new prey, swarmed up, and directly wrapped around Qiao Wen's arm.

"...!"

Seeing this scene, Erisa's body was slightly stiff, and she subconsciously lifted a leg to kick the human in front of her.

"Wait! Don't kick! It's okay... It didn't melt--"

Hearing the archangel's reaction, Qiao Wen jumped at the corner of his eyes and spoke quickly.

At this moment, as the entire right wrist was entangled by the black mist, he realized that he didn't seem to have any major problems.

This is probably... a correct guess.

"He, hehe... It was exactly the same as I expected, but I am a man who has an affinity for this kind of thing, and there will be no problems."

A stiff smile was forced from the corner of his mouth, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously raised his other hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead——

However, before he was completely relaxed, an unexplainable pain suddenly emerged from his entangled arm!

It was as if the whole arm had been bitten by countless poisonous snakes, and then these poisonous snakes also coated their fangs with salt, which made the scalp tingling pain.

"hiss--?!"

Qiao Wen's eyes widened as he drew a breath of cold air from his throat, and the sweat beads that had just been wiped off from his forehead popped out at a more intensive speed.

"...?"

On the other side, Erisa, who had just been slightly relieved in Qiao Wen’s voice, noticed this scene. The expression on her face changed slightly, and the leg that had just been retracted had to be raised again subconsciously—

"Stop! So you quilt don't kick people like this. I'm safe here. It's just a little numb and I can hold it."

At the moment of her death, Qiao Wen's voice stopped her movement again.

His breathing started to become fuzzy because of the unexpected sharp pain, and Qiao Wencan could bear the pain in his arm.

No, it is not so much to hold back, it is better to say that after experiencing the first round of pain, his arm is already numb, and he has become unconscious, so he can continue to persist in the subsequent pain.

'It's okay, okay, okay... I, Joe, Jiren, have a natural outlook, and I'm not sure.'

'The most risky physical contact has been successfully passed, and now I only lose most of the sensation in my arm, but I can still move, which shows that Vina's protection is effective. Next I will see... Yes, try first Trying to draw the black mist out of this quilt...'

Just as Qiao Wen was adjusting his breathing and thinking about what to do next, he suddenly felt a line of sight from close range.

"Ok?"

Subconsciously raised his head, when Qiao looked at this line of sight meekly, he found that the archangel close at hand was quietly staring at him.

Although the archangel's face was much paler due to the erosion of dark matter, she seemed to not care about her current bad situation, but silently puffed up her mouth and stared at Qiao Wen without saying a word.

'...Not so good, I was a little anxious just now, as if I called out the words quilt in front of this guy...'

For some reason, as soon as he met Erisa's gaze, Qiao Wen vaguely guessed what the quilt angel was angry with.

The next moment, as Qiaowen's heart shuddered, he quickly looked away from the archangel's eyes, and then opened his mouth with a perfunctory statement: "Um, sorry Elisa, I was a bit anxious just now. I am confessing, please let me apologize later."

After Qiao Wen apologized very simply like this, he vaguely felt that the archangel's gaze softened slightly and was no longer aggressive.

What he didn't notice, however, was that the archangel's eyes looked at him now becoming increasingly strange.

It's like looking at another fool.

'But...how can these things be led to them?'

Refocusing his attention on the black mist that wrapped his arm, Qiao Wen's attempt soon encountered obstacles again.

Because he discovered that, unlike the situation where the archangel’s body was completely entangled by the black mist, these dark matter did not continue to climb up after touching his arm, but only stayed on the arm, even if Upon closer observation, the mist has begun to show signs of shrinking.

As if not very interested in corroding his body.

"...Is this also the effect of intensive care?"

After smacking his tongue, Qiao Wen had realized that this was obviously the protection Vina had left on him.

The affinity of dark matter seems to be able to put him in a strange balance that will be entangled by dark matter instinct, but has no interest in further erosion.

However, this makes him somewhat difficult to handle.

Because what Qiao Wen wants to do now is to transfer these dark matter from the archangel to other places by himself.

But now it seems that because these things are not too interested in him, it seems that this plan cannot be realized.

"Hey don't run, invade me head-on?"

Seeing that half of the black mist was about to withdraw to the side of the archangel, Qiao Wen frowned fiercely and flicked his arm subconsciously, trying to throw the dark matter still on his arm aside.

However... failed.

It's okay for him not to move, these dark matter are still retreating slowly, but when he moves, the remaining dark matter seems to have been stimulated by some kind of stimulation, and they are all back to the archangel, and the smoke is again. stand up.

This fog, which is visible and intangible, seems to be difficult to transfer by conventional means...

"If you take her to the main city of Lisiren to find the guys who can heal...will it work?"

As his eyebrows wrinkled deeper and deeper, Qiao Wen couldn't help but slap his tongue.

"A simple treatment technique is useless. This kind of thing can resist even divine power at the moment. Once it gets involved... it almost amounts to chronic death."

At this moment, a female voice that sounded a little tired came from Qiao Wen's side.

For a moment, the archangel beside Qiao Wen who had already begun to be a little sleepy suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Qiao Wen's side.

But after seeing clearly that Heli, who was knocked down to the ground with Qiao Wen, was standing beside Qiao Wen, the archangel relaxed a little and closed his eyes again.

At this moment, she seemed to intend to sleep deeply like she was injured before.

"...Miss Heli?"