My Archangel

Then, a pink jar appeared out of thin air on the experimental platform in the picture!

'...I know, since now I can't find it in the entire hut anyway... It is indeed possible that this witch has always kept this important medicine in the ring...'

Next, watching "Vina" in the picture nervously apply the powder on the eroded arm wound of "self", Qiao Wen in reality finally sighed indifferently.

After Qiao Wen's eyebrows, who had already learned the information of the special medicine, frowned, and did not intend to continue to read it in his subconscious mind to waste time, the memory playback in front of him suddenly ended, and his consciousness returned to reality.

"..."

His eyes regained clarity. At this moment, although he knew the shape of the special medicine as he wished, and even knew where the special medicine was placed, the expression on Qiao Wen's face was rather stiff.

Because he has realized that even if he knows this...Plan B has become an inevitable barrier.

This kind of dark matter antidote is so rare that even the dragon god "Mu Qi" can't do anything about it... He doesn't have the confidence to let the Victoria Witch directly take it out of the ring and give it to himself regardless of the reason, let alone take it to save another. A deity that has nothing to do with this dimension witch.

If this witch is more lively and loves to make friends, Qiao Wen might still think of a way to "connect sister Vina and Lord Elisa" to try to get Vina to take the initiative to save the archangel.

However, the Victoria Witch is not lively and doesn't like to make friends at all.

Even to this day, all Qiao Wen knows about her social network is only a superficial friend Camilla.

How does this work?

"... Am I already a friend of the two young gods? Why are you still so unlucky? When this happens, I have to stabb myself a knife?"

Realizing that if you want to see the special medicine, you can only take it by yourself, and then you have to bet that the current witch is willing to use the cherished medicine to save herself, and then have to play the destiny and give herself a chance to operate the special medicine... Qiao Wen felt the pressure was a little ridiculous.

"..."

However, after hesitating for a while, Qiao Wen silently re-entered the ground from the experimental table.

Immediately, standing in front of the only laboratory table in the entire laboratory where the drawer has not been searched, Qiao Wen raised his right hand and reached for the handle of the drawer.

"...It's really right here."

Then, just as Qiao Wen opened the third drawer, the look on his face changed again.

Because at this moment, just after this drawer was pulled to the end, Qiao Wen saw a sharp knife with a faint black mist all over his body.

"It can't be wrong, it's this thing."

After hesitating, Qiao Wen was silent for a long while looking at the dark matter on the blade of the knife.

In the end, he reached out and pinched the handle of the knife, and took the knife that felt a little heavy just by holding it from the drawer.

"The witch has a special medicine that can treat dark matter wounds, but it is a pity that you can't even see it through conventional methods, and you can only take the current unconventional measures."

Qiao Wen slowly squeezed the handle of the knife in his hand.

The look on his face was a little complicated when he thought of what he was going to do next.

Because he had never thought that Qiao Wen would actually encounter the time when he was preparing to poke himself.

"Hmm... Specifically, I'm going to use this thing to draw the wound out of my hand first, so that the dark matter can really erode into a part. Then as long as the witch is not going to die for me, then I should Like when she was corroded during the experiment three years ago, she can get close to the dark matter medicine from her hand...the hell of stealing medicine is not mentioned, and I have to be defenseless with that witch. If you see the medicine, take this first step."

Holding the knife in his hand tightly, Qiao Wen took several deep breaths, carefully confirming the details of plan B in his mind.

Although he has decided to adopt this plan...but he is not in vain.

Even if Qiao Wen knew that he still had the protection from that witch that could enhance the affinity of dark matter, it could avoid the erosion of dark matter.

But obviously, in this situation, only after he was really corroded by dark matter, could he see the special antidote in the hands of the devil.

In other words, he now needs to figure out a way to get the care on his body, and then he can hope to let the dark matter corrode and take the first step to treat the quilt...

"Nmd...why? It's always me who is unlucky."

Thinking of finding a way to crack the protection and let the dark matter embarrass oneself is just the first step... Qiao Wen felt cold in his heart.

To be honest, even now, he is still not particularly clear about dark matter.

Originally, he only knew that he now had the blessing of the Dimension Witch in his body, and he had the ability to resist such things, so that he would not be easily persecuted to death by such weird things.

However, under this situation, the protection has become a burden for him.

To be honest, Qiao Wen really didn't want to choose this plan B.

In his plan, this kind of self-harming plan was the worst result of desperation.

After all, once he chose this plan, then he was equivalent to giving his life to the only Vena who could save him.

It is precisely because of this that Qiao Wen did not choose to do so immediately during the half-day when he had just returned to the cabin.

But... now it's time to do it.

After returning to this hut, almost a day's time was about to pass. Although the news of the special medicine had been received at this time, it made his situation much worse.

"No, it's okay, in fact, you don't have to scare yourself with this kind of thing... My luck has always been pretty good at this critical time, maybe I just passed it bluntly..."

With a calm smile forced on the corner of his mouth, Qiao Wen swallowed and slowly picked up the sharp knife on the test bench. He found that his hand was shaking slightly.

At this moment, in the previous scene, the moment he himself was pierced into his arm by this knife suddenly appeared.

At this moment, Qiao Wen's face faintly turned pale.

"It's okay... This time I just poke a little bit. Just leave a hole in my finger and let the dark matter invade it a little bit..."

Whispering in his mouth, he didn't know if he was speaking to himself or who was listening, Qiao Wen's right hand gradually grasped the hilt of the knife, and his whole body was unknowingly entangled in a thin and strange black mist.

He is trying to adjust his mentality quickly.

'In other words... When I did the experiment three years ago, I still had a total of 50,000 years of vitality, and now it is 5,000 years... Can I still fight this thing?'

After calming down, Qiao Wen stopped and remained silent for a short while.

"...It's all here, let's take a cut first."

Finally, with the calm eyes of the quilt angel looking at him in the tunnel, he frowned fiercely, slapped his tongue, directly raised his right hand, and pointed the tip of the knife at his own. Tip of left finger.

"...Just a little bit, a little bit."

Whispering, the black mist entwined with the knife in Qiao Wen's hand is getting thicker.

stamp--

Then in the next moment, he grasped the handle of the knife, put the sharp point of the knife on the tip of his index finger, and poke it inward!

"hiss……"