My Archangel

Without any hesitation, the dragon Miao Qi concealed the fact that he was able to spray around since he was born.

By the way, the fact that there are many outstanding dragons that can spray around at birth is also concealed.

However, this did not comfort his lovely daughter.

"Three days...? But you just said... Even if the talent is worse, the dragon will be able to..."

A trace of imperceptible loneliness gradually surged in her eyes. From the inconsistent words of the dragon Miao Qi, Dai'er had clearly realized something.

--it's OK!it's OK!My lovely daughter is the best in the world. Even if Dragon Breath learns a little bit slowly, it doesn't mean that your talent is bad, does it?

——Think about it, you are only seventeen now!I haven't even been in a juvenile period in the dragon...but you can already be alone...this is a fact, right?

——Every living being has what he is good at and what he is not good at. Even if you don’t rely on the talent of the dragon, you are still my proudest daughter...!

Perceiving the psychological change of his daughter, the dragon Miao Qi suddenly became a little rushed and comforted.

"No need... Master Miao Qi, you don't have to be so reluctant... I'm not the kind of fool who can't accept reality..."

While responding like this, Dai Er lowered her head in silence.

"..."

On the other hand, he didn't care about the interaction between the father and daughter of the giant dragon, and had been "awakened" for some time. The archangel whose body was wrapped in black mist was sitting quietly on the ground, looking far away.

Indifferent, numb, and plain, even though her right hand was still covering her abdomen subconsciously, nothing that could be called expectation rose in her eyes.

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Forest of Monsters, the battlefield of consciousness.

'This thing... really has something to do with the talent I got from the blood pool before?Is it a talent of the dragon?'

Hiding in a huge tree hole, Qiao Wen's breathing was fuzzy, his heartbeat speeded up to an unprecedented level inexplicably.

Nearly transparent steam was constantly coming out of his body. He looked at the thing that was firmly following him at this time, his eyes were quite complicated.

After he became short of breath and increased his heart rate because of his long escape, this blood-red thing had appeared beside him somehow.

Specifically, it was a whole body of blood red, but all parts of the body were distorted and chaotic, and only the dragon-shaped phantom could be seen vaguely.

To be honest, Qiao Wen originally thought that what he got through the blood pool was only an auxiliary talent that could strengthen the heart and then increase the body.

But just before, because of his weak foundation, even with the protection of the archangel, he still could not fight against "Al". After the symptoms such as rapid breathing and rapid heartbeat, he suddenly seemed to be again. After receiving the second type of increase, he directly increased his physical ability, fled into the forest in front of "Al", and hid until now.

Unlike "Al" who has been staying in the forest hut, Qiao Wen, who has a good understanding of the terrain of the Forest of Monsters, was originally able to use this secondary increase to try to further distance himself from "Al".

However, this possibility was completely destroyed by the blood red phantom beside him.

Although the size is much worse than that of an ordinary dragon, even if the whole body is upright, it can be four to five meters, but for the "Al" who also chased into the forest, this blood-red incidental is quite conspicuous. , Qiao Wen almost had nowhere to hide, he could only reluctantly find some tree holes with large gaps under the giant trees to hide for a short time.

'The current state of this thing is obviously wrong. As far as common sense is concerned, it must be that I have not found the right way to use this new talent... But in this situation, I even have a problem with running away, so I take my head and look for it... ...'

Together with the vague and twisted blood dragon phantom, he shrank in the tree hole, feeling "Al" who seemed to be getting closer and closer to where he was hiding.Qiao Wen was quite uncomfortable.

At this moment, he has realized that in order to survive this consciousness struggle, he had only been protected by Erisa to improve his combat ability, and now he can only hope to break through this new inherent talent. deadlock……

But... at this moment, Qiao Wen seemed to be blessed to his soul, and suddenly realized something.

That is, his own physical condition... quite wrong.

Obviously, his breathing has been so fast, and his heart is beating to an unprecedented level, but... he is still able to think without being affected.

It feels as if the current breathing and heartbeat rate is something he can easily bear in a short time.

"Wait...? I seem to know something suddenly."

At this moment, with a flash of aura in his mind, the expression on Qiao Wen's face was suddenly startled.

Almost instinctively, he turned his head to look at the blood-colored phantom beside him that was constantly twisting and twitching, and the frequency of the twitching almost exactly matched the frequency of his own breathing, thoughtfully.

Afterwards, Qiao Wen, who was still gasping for breath, forcibly retracted, and directly held the panting action firmly, even directly with his own breathing!

A smear of blood appeared in his eyes. After doing all this, Qiao Wen once again looked back at the twisted phantom that was originally behind him.

Patter.

However, it is no longer there.

As he held his breath forcibly this time, the shadow of the giant dragon that had followed him like a brown candy... disappeared in an instant.

"Breathe...heartbeat...the ghost of the dragon..."

Silently chewing these words in his mouth, the light in Qiao Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Hum——

The next moment, as Qiao Wen resumed his breathing, the blood-red dragon phantom once again appeared beside him.

But... this time the blood shadow has become much clearer than before.

The twisted parts returned to normal, and the previous constant twitching phenomenon gradually calmed down as Qiao Wen continued to adjust the frequency and rhythm of his breathing.

In the end, a blood-red dragon phantom that looked lifelike...it froze by Qiao Wen's side.

"Breathe...pure blood dragon...talent..."

Qiao Wen, who had heard a little about the powerful breathing ability of the dragon clan, blinked his eyes in astonishment after realizing this.

"Is it difficult for me... I have picked the treasure...?"

Looking at the scene before him, the expression on Qiao Wen's face was startled again, obviously already aware of something.

"container--!"

It was at this moment that a rather sharp voice reached Qiao Wen's ear again.

The stitched monster walking towards the tree hole not far away apparently found Qiao Wen hiding in the tree hole again.

"Damn...wasted so much time when I met my sister in advance, you container...give me early--huh?"

The sound that sounded completely sickly leaked from the stitched monster's mouth, but this time, its words didn't come to the end, and they stopped in vain.

Along with the words, there was also the footsteps of "Al" that was moving towards Qiao Wen.

An unprecedented hesitation flashed in the blood-filled eyes. At this moment, watching the group of "mini dragons" next to Qiao Wen, who is now a circle older than himself, "Al" who had walked straight towards Qiao Wen. The behavior stopped in an instant.