My Archangel

After taking a small breath, after noticing the blood in the wound, Qiao Wen quickly took the knife away, tightened the expression on his face, and squinted to observe the situation in front of him.

His mood became quite nervous at this moment.

Because he neither wants to see himself being corroded by dark matter, but he doesn't want to see that he is really not corroded by dark matter...

It is this inexplicable ambivalence that makes Qiao Wen's face tight, as if he is facing an enemy.

Then, he soon discovered...the development of things was exactly as he expected.

Was ignored.

Although for a moment, the dark matter on the knife gathered toward the wound on his finger like a tide, but in the end... nothing happened.

These dark matter seemed to have no interest in him at all, after rotating around the wound, they spontaneously returned to the blade of the knife.

'... Isn't it enough to poke yourself like this?'

Seeing this familiar scene, Qiao Wen suddenly frowned fiercely.

Of course he knew that the protection of the Victoria Witch was taking effect, so that these dark matter did not show fangs to him.

But...In this case, it made Qiao Wen even more difficult.

'Why can't I turn off the intensive care by myself... As a result, I now think about how to neutralize this thing first?'

Looking at the black misty knife in his hand, Qiao Wen's mood now ups and downs like a roller coaster.

Yesterday, he observed that Al, who is also a dark matter structure, could have penetrated his body directly through ears and noses, but he has been obsessed with causing wounds to him, intending to break through his body protection from the wounds. Get in.

This makes Qiao Wen think that as long as he leaves wounds on his body that can be corroded by dark matter like yesterday, the corrosiveness of these dark matter will be more violent, and perhaps Vina's protection will fail.

But now it looks... as if it doesn't work.

"It seems...At that time, the reason why the dark matter would violently erode me regardless of protection was probably because that'Al' was leading and manipulating these dark matter?"

The fingertips jittered slightly, and when Qiao Wen realized this, he suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from the handle of the knife in his right hand.

Afterwards, his arm flexed suddenly, and directly pinched the knife with the tip of the knife to himself!

hiss--!?

The next moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from his abdomen, Qiao Wen's pupils contracted, and he inhaled a breath of cold air, his eyes widened in vain.

"Ha, ha ha ha...! idiot... idiot idiot... idiot container...!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey... I didn't expect it to be this time... You still, you will come over to find me..."

Along with the pain, Qiao Wen's ear suddenly heard the little boy's voice that made him quite impressive.

When he heard this voice, he slowly lowered his head almost subconsciously, and looked at his abdomen, where severe pain was constantly coming from him.

His vision gradually began to blur, and the right hand holding the knife was already covered with blood.

At this moment, this small knife that was still in his hand...has been misplaced when he was unprepared, and directly stabbed him in the abdomen unexpectedly!

"Die! Die to me! The damn container... the damn liar who deceived my sister... the liar! Go to die! Go to die!!"

At the same time, Qiao Wen also noticed that in the dark matter entwined with the knives at this time, a hideous and distorted boy's face was staring at him intently.

Surrounded by black mist surging, the boy continued to lead the dark matter that had no intention of attacking continuously to emerge along the tip of the knife, trying to drill into the wound that had just been pierced——

But... it seems that this level is already the limit of the boy trapped in the knife.

Because the first attack that had been brewing for a long time didn't stabbed deep enough, the knife that hosted the boy and dark matter at this time had completely lost its back thrust, and was half stuck on Qiao Wen's abdomen.

Although part of the black mist around the knife had been manipulated by the boy to wrap around Qiao Wen's waist, at best it only made the knife not fall due to gravity immediately after stabbing Qiao Wen, but gradually became It's shaky.

"Damn! Damn, damn, damn——! It's almost... it's almost...!!!"

On the other side, also aware of this, the expression on the boy's face was distorted to the extreme at this moment, and he roared extremely ferociously.

At the same time, as a strong sense of weakness spread from the stabbed part to the whole body, Qiao Wen also received a prompt from the system.

[Warning, invaded by dark matter, inherent talent 3: Vina's blessing has been triggered.

[Warning, after being wounded by a sharp weapon, the vitality begins to decline. If the vitality is below the warning line, it will affect the effect of the inherent talent 3.

[Inherent talent 2: vitality enhancement (currently estimated host life span is 5000 years)]

One second later.

[Intrinsic talent 3: vitality enhancement (currently estimated host life span is 4,993 years)]

Two seconds later.

[Inherent talent 3: vitality enhancement (currently estimated host life span is 4985 years)]

...

"...The protection on my body is still in effect, but now I am still attacked by dark matter, this kid, really...hiss..."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen, who was grinning in pain, was also taken aback.

Immediately, he moved his attention away from the system prompt, and then as if he was aware of something, something flashed in his eyes that he didn't even know what it was.

The next second, when he gritted his teeth, he took the initiative to reach out and pinch the shaky handle of the knife, helping the knife that was about to slip from the wound to maintain its balance.

"Hello...? What do you want to do?"

On the other hand, when he noticed Qiao Wen's abnormal behavior, Al, who was still quite unwilling, was taken aback, and the hideous color on his face became stiff.

'...Someone is probably crazy.'

Ignoring the sight of the face in the black mist, Qiao Wen, who was already a little shaky, supported the experimental table next to him with one hand, while panting heavily.

'If I can get there this time, or I squeeze you dry, I won't believe in Joe.'

Realizing that he might do a stupid thing soon, Qiao Wen's mind was almost subconscious, and the face of the woman who caused him to be this way appeared in Qiao Wen's mind. He gritted his teeth and clenched one hand hard. Tightened the handle of the knife in his hand.

At the same time, Qiao Wen slightly lowered his head. After his gaze stayed on the mark on his chest, the face in his mind changed again and turned into a deep sleep lying on him not long ago. The Victorian witch.

"'From now on, try to trust my sister again for a while'?..."

Chewing on the words that I had heard clearly in my ears, and recalling the scene in which the witch in the previous picture suddenly rescued herself in turn, Qiao Wen's mouth suddenly cracked with a smile and turned to look down. He touched the hideous boy's face in the abdomen.

"What are you doing...? Hey...what do you want to do...?!"

The two sides made contact with each other, and the boy's eyes staring at Qiao Wen looked very bitter at this moment.