My Archangel

So, he took the lead.

After being protected and strengthened, the body is extremely agile. Even if there is no increase in magic power, Qiao Wen has already taken the lead in this extremely short-range sneak attack!

Snapped!

With the feeling of touching something in the hand, the black shadow who had just lifted the twisted limbs in front of him was directly rammed into a scream.

The spar in Qiao Wen's hand was broken in half, and Fengming's voice faintly echoed in his ears.

Half of the broken spar stuck firmly to Sombra's face, directly causing his entire face to be immersed in flames.

In an instant, the blood-red flame spread to its whole body, burning it continuously, and in just a few breaths, it burned into a ball of semi-human coke, crashing to the ground!

"...Is this guy actually real? Isn't he an evil spirit?"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen was quite surprised for a moment, and then soon stopped thinking: "Regardless of whether it is physical or not, this thing can't keep him from the look just now."

After clapping his hands, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and took the remaining half of the Blood Phoenix spar back into his purse.

The effect of this spar was even better than he expected.

In a sense, Heli, who had tied him up when they first met, actually helped him a lot invisibly.

Patter.

Immediately, in Qiao Wen's gaze, an object fell from the place where the shadow was originally, and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound in the dark.

"...Huh, ha...ha..."

A kind of burnt smell permeated the tip of the nose, small mouthfuls of gasping, for the first time in more than 40 years, and Qiao Wen, who was ramming the opponent to death, looked a little stiff, and felt his brain faint. Some trembling.

However, after 15 years of training, Tovina's stress resistance and on-the-spot resilience were already quite good, and he quickly recovered.

After trying hard to adjust his mood, Qiao Wen carefully observed the humanoid monster that had burnt 80% of his body and could not move anymore, Qiao Wen heaved a sigh of relief.

"This... is what it has been holding on just now?"

He looked around, and after confirming that there were no other abnormalities in the surrounding area, he squatted slightly and picked up the thing that had just fallen from the monster's arms to the ground.

Then, with the help of weak night vision ability, he finally saw something like this in his hand.

As he expected, it was a picture frame.

A picture frame with a portrait of "Al" placed on the desk for more than ten years.

Just as Qiao Wen had seen a few days ago, the frame was still full of dust.

In addition to dust, there are obviously a few sharp new scratches on the periphery of the picture frame, which are obviously left by the "Al" just now when he held it in his hand.

"Looking at this thing and crying for a long time, this monster...Is it really Al?...Different from what I had previously speculated, he is still alive?"

Subconsciously glanced at the half-human coke beside him again, Qiao Wen suddenly noticed that at this moment, the limbs of this "Al" were tied to two iron rings.

However, on the iron ring, the iron chain that should have been connected... seems to have all been broken.

"Look at this sign...Could it be possible that it escaped and came here from? Or maybe it has been tied up somewhere in this hut, but I haven't noticed it for more than ten years? "

"It's just that, it's a kid who can show the look in a portrait...How come you become a monster like this now?"

Recalling the spiteful look in the stitched monster's eyes just now, Qiao Wen looked at the cute-looking child on the portrait again, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

'Ok?This book...'

While he was puzzled, Qiao Wen's attention was suddenly attracted by the small notebook placed on the edge of the desk.

Not long ago, he had seen this little notebook.

But this little book was not in this study, but in Vina's bedroom.

At that time, when he was about to escape from the hut, he was taking the quilt angel to Vina's bedroom to look for clothes to wear. At that time, he noticed this little book by Vina's pillow.

However, due to time constraints at that time, he did not look through it.

"Did Vina bring this book to the study during the time I was away...Look at it first anyway."

The eyebrows frowned slightly, and Qiao Wen quickly made a decision in his heart.

Even though he was scared by the monster in the study and squatted at the door for half an hour, he never forgot his purpose of coming back this time-looking for clues to heal the dark matter wound in this small house.

But if you want to find these clues, you naturally look for something that has a greater relationship with Vina.

"This... always looks like a diary or something..."

Cautiously, more than half of the coke was missing from the ground. Qiao Wen held the Blood Phoenix spar with one hand in his purse and did not loosen it, while the other hand turned the notebook in his hand.

Then, after reading the contents of the first few pages of the notebook in his hand, the expression on Qiao Wen's face suddenly changed slightly.

Because what is recorded in this book... seems to have something to do with "Al" and himself.

...

-The Chinese New Year Calendar 2000, September 7.

The Al part, which was eroded and assimilated by dark matter, was successfully separated out separately for 857 years.

-China New Calendar Year 2000, December 14.

Successfully awakened the fragments of Al's consciousness in that group of dark matter. Although he can only communicate with him the simplest, he still seems to remember my sister, which is really good.

-The Mainland New Calendar 2001, August 1.

Attempts to restore Al, who had been eroded and assimilated by dark matter, failed to restore his human form. Al's consciousness can only be retained in the dark matter cluster.

-Mainland China New Calendar 2002, March 9.

A new container is prepared for the dark matter group that holds Al's consciousness, and I hope he can move like a normal person.

In the afternoon, the experiment failed.

Since the new container is stitched up from a corpse, it lacks vitality, and it is completely dried up under the erosion of the dark matter within ten seconds, and my protection cannot be effective on the dead.

After the experiment failed, Al seemed to be stimulated, and his mood became unstable, and he could only be temporarily transferred to the basement.

Begin to find a better living container for Al.

-Mainland China New Calendar 2003, January 7.

The test of suturing the living thing container failed. The degree of matching the body and soul is too low. Al may need a human body as a container.