My Archangel

Qiao Wen felt that the meaning he wanted to express in his eyes was already obvious.

According to the character of the Wei Witch, coupled with the current atmosphere, isn't it right to talk about the incident that happened last night?

To be honest, at this time Qiao Wen was even ready to hear that the witch said in person, "You are really just a container prepared in advance, and then you can enjoy your last time in this hut with peace of mind." if.

However, he finally failed to hear this sentence.

Because at this moment, in his gaze, the Dimension Witch, who had always been cold-faced after entering the door, hadn't looked at herself with her face... actually avoided his sight.

She actually... avoided it?

Standing at a small table a little further away from the bed, both hands wiped the cup with unclear meaning. Because of the slightly lowered head, Qiao Wen, who could still see her side face, became Only the back of her head can be seen.

"...???"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen was stunned for a moment, and then blinked quite blankly.

What's the matter?

This dimensional witch...how did she start to persuade her inexplicably?

Where did the guy who used to stare to make his heart stop suddenly go?

"By the way... Didn't I just say that I need to check your body again? Come on, close your eyes and lie on the bed."

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

However, although the tone sounds natural, Qiao Wen still clearly felt what the witch wanted to cover up.

"……understood."

Upon seeing this, Qiao Wen hesitated, and finally lay on the bed very cooperatively.

There is a saying that he, who is still weak after the dark matter sequelae subsides at this time, really cares about his current physical condition.

The body is the cost of doing things, Qiao Wen naturally understands this truth.

"Did you just talk about it?...Close your eyes after lying down."

After Qiao Wen lay down, Vina, who walked to the bed again, reminded him again.

But somehow, when she said this, the witch still didn't look at him.

"……Oh, I see."

At the next moment, Qiao Wen closed his eyes very cooperatively.

After he closed his eyes, the whole room became quiet again.

A faint sound of Vina taking a deep breath came from Qiao Wen's ear again.

Then, he felt his forehead covered by a cold touch.

Then, Qiao Wen felt Vina's hand covering his forehead slightly stiff.

"...Sister Vina?"

Obviously noticed this, and Qiao Wen, who has always liked to make judgments through small movements in certain details, was suddenly lifted up.

"Nothing...it's normal?"

However, what came to Qiao Wen’s ear later was Vina’s very peaceful voice: “After being seriously injured, the sequelae associated with fluctuations in vitality within a short period of time will be cured at most in half a day. Up."

"is it?"

After getting this answer from Vina's mouth, Qiao Wen was taken aback for a while.

Soon, he realized that...when he had spent 100,000 years of vitality treating the wound of the quilt angel, he had also had a very similar and more serious experience...

"Let’s add a little bit of vitality first, this time it was trauma that caused the vitality fluctuation, and now there is something suitable for recovering from this kind of injury at home.

Just as Qiao Wen thought of this, Vina's hand on his forehead was raised again, and the vaguely strange voice reached his ear again.

"...Understood, I listen to sister Vina."

This time, although he was hesitant in his heart, Qiao Wen nodded decisively on the surface.

At this moment, his head was thinking about a new plan.

How should I put it, because this time, the Wei Witch did not play the card according to the routine, unexpectedly uncharacteristically kept silent about what happened last night, and instead caused him to completely lose the rhythm of his plan to see the trick.

What wind is this blowing?

Facing this inexplicable Uygur witch, Qiao Wen suddenly discovered that it seemed to be more difficult for him to directly ask for information related to special effects...

Therefore, he now intends to take a look at what this dimensional demon is currently planning to do.

Rather, apart from doing this, Qiao Wen could not think of other options for the time being.

Three minutes later, after getting up, Qiao Wen, who could only be temporarily wrapped in a quilt because his clothes were broken, was pulled by Vina, who seemed to be walking around, and came to a room on the first floor of the hut with a lot of floor space. In front of the big warehouse.

"..."

Staring at the door in front of him, Qiao Wen blinked silently.

How to put it, he was very impressed with this warehouse.

Because here... is where he and the quilt angel first met in this world.

At this time, after Vina entered the warehouse, she took him straight to a corner of the warehouse.

There, there was a pool of things that didn't exist in this warehouse when Qiao Wen secretly summoned the archangel last time.

blood.

A large pool is bright red in color and dense, as if it is exuding some kind of majestic blood.

"...???"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's face suddenly changed.

In an instant, his whole body froze.

The quilt almost wrapped in rice dumplings quietly landed, Qiao Wen's face gradually showed a little bewildered expression, staring blankly at the big pool of blood in front of his eyes.

At this moment, Qiao Wen, who hadn't seen so much blood for more than ten years, breathed, and the unspeakable shadows came to his mind again.

The sharp knife, the opposite sex with a slightly distorted expression.