My Archangel

What's more, even though the result of avoiding being robbed of the body by "Al" has been dealt with now, Qiao Wen's own body is still injured.

Although special medicine has been applied to the wound, it is clear that this kind of injury caused by dark matter is very different from those common injuries. Even if special medicine is applied, it cannot be cured in a short time.

After all, in the face of a particularly serious injury of the nature of dark matter erosion, even if there is a special medicine, at least it has to be rubbed several times at intervals.

In addition, Qiao Wen clearly felt his current symptoms.

Weak limbs, groggy brain, loss of flexibility in thinking...

At this time, the sequelae caused by his last round of dark matter erosion had just subsided, but he had contracted new sequelae.

And... this time, because he himself was indeed corroded, the sequelae caused by him were even more serious than the last time.

'Just take a look, I must know what attitude this witch has towards the real "Al" now.'

Although his body was quite uncomfortable, Qiao Wen decided to continue to test it.

After all, personally, the strong contrast between this dimensional witch's treatment of herself and "Al" in the laboratory yesterday...Always makes Qiao Wen, who has always treated this witch as a ghost and can avoid it, is seriously lacking in reality.

"Sister, thanks to you, I finally woke up..."

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen's eyes had a little chronological excitement. He barely recalled the way "Al" called Vina and treated Vina at the time, so he opened his mouth.

In the past fifteen years, when facing Vina, acting skills have almost become Qiao Wen’s instinct. Even if he doesn’t want to think now, this technique of misleading the opponent’s judgment only through some words or small physical movements. , Qiao Wen still came at his fingertips.

Rather, after realizing last night that he was actually misled by the drunk witch, he always had a lump in his heart now.

That is a knot called "the dignity of the performer."

Therefore, in the process of tentatively opening up like this, Qiao Wen also began to calmly observe the subtle expression changes on the face of the witch in front of him.

"……Eh?"

Then, as the voice fell, Qiao Wen immediately noticed... The expression on Vina's face that was silent, but obviously very happy... seemed to froze at this moment.

In the next second, the joy on her face when she saw Qiao Wen waking up a moment ago disappeared, her jet-black eyes trembled and she gradually lost her look...

"...You, wait... wait a minute... don't you, don't you...?"

Then, Qiao Wen noticed that the expression on the witch's face had changed drastically.

In an instant, Qiao Wen saw a look he hadn't seen in the previous fifteen years from those dark eyes.

It was a mixture of despair and helplessness... and even a twisted gaze that was extremely cold.

"...?!"

For some reason, just being stared at by this line of sight for a moment, Qiao Wen's whole body produced a kind of bone-chilling feeling as if being in an ice cellar.

Especially the neck.

Although there is no evidence...but he felt that his head was about to leave his neck in a second.

"No, wait for Sister Vina...I am Al, I am Al who has been adopted by you for fifteen years... Sorry, it was just a whim just now. I just want to try a new name..."

"Thanks to the talent you gave me in the blood pool, so I can turn defeat into victory... please calm down..."

At this moment, feeling the shocking pressure in the witch's eyes, Qiao Wen saw sweat on his forehead, and quickly gave up the idea of ​​continuing to probe.

"... By the way! Sister Vina... here you are."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he opened his mouth again, raised his other hand and stretched it out in front of Vina, then spread out the palm of his hand, revealing what he was holding.

It was a small group of dark matter named "Al".

At this time, there was still a considerable volume of "Al" before the consciousness battle with Qiao Wen, and at this time it had shrunk to the point where Qiao Wen's palm was even smaller.

With this degree of injury, it is almost impossible to wake up without the most precise and long-term treatment.

And... after spending a night dealing with the consciousness in front of him, Qiao Wen had already seen the essence of "Al".

In essence, he is an ordinary kid who is only twelve years old, but because he was affected by dark matter for many years after his death, he went to extremes.

And in that battlefield of consciousness, as the little ghost's consciousness continued to be broken up, the dark matter that had originally become part of his body due to compatibility also continued to decrease.

In the end, after Qiao Wen's dragon breath sprayed him into his current state, he found that only his dragon breath could not deal with this "Al".

This kind of dark matter contaminated things is difficult to completely eliminate with conventional means.

Therefore, after waking up and confirming that he was no longer a "container", Qiao Wen simply threw the hot potato to Vina again.

Anyway, after seeing the witch smashing the knife last night, he subconsciously felt that it was not a bad thing to hand "Al" directly to the Witch.

And at the next moment, what even Qiao Wen didn't expect was that Vina didn't show much expression on her face after taking "Al" in a daze.

She just used a simple and rude way, with her fingertips haunted by the divine power factor, to engrave countless dense magic circles one after another on the surface of "Al".

"He has been affected too badly by dark matter now...so I plan to let him be quiet first, and wait for a deeper development of dark matter in the future...try to treat him well...sister do this, Al do you think you can ?"

After doing all this, Vina pursed her lips again and looked at Qiao Wen.

"Yes, yes, Sister Vina can do whatever you want, I have no problem."

With Vina's eyes facing each other, Qiao Wen nodded without hesitation.

Because he has already noticed that with the mental state of the witch in front of him... it is not very convenient to make any jokes around corners.

At this moment, Victoria Witch’s white cheeks are already full of exhaustion, and there are traces of blood in her eyes. The hair that used to be carefully managed after waking up looks messy, even the one on her body. The nightdress dyed red by dragon blood has never been changed.

If it is not very clear how terrifying the destructive power of the Victoria Witch is, Qiao Wen will even feel that the woman in front of him is not a god, but an ordinary person with extreme exhaustion.

And for some reason... Qiao Wen had a hunch in the dark.

He always felt that this time... it was the last intersection between him and "Al".

After that, I guess I won’t see him again. Of course, Qiao Wen didn’t want to see him either.

'But... this guy, who was obviously drunk not long ago, slept in bed for about nine hours, logically speaking, her mental state should be warmed up... But how does it look better now than before sleeping Still bad?Could this be because I took care of me for another night?'

While expressing that Vina can do whatever she wants, Qiao Wen continued to observe Vina at this time silently, and was surprised at the state of the witch at this time.

"Al... Sister could not feel his consciousness at all from the dark matter group just now... Are you... Are you really my Al? I gave you this name... Right?"

"You... shouldn't be the other guy who wants to pass suspended animation and then steal the show, right?"

Soon, just when Qiao Wen felt a little surprised by the fatigue on the witch's face, the vaguely low-sounding voice of the Witch reached his ears again.

Although Qiao Wen felt that the pressure that was pouring from the Wei Witch had faded slightly after switching back to the original way of speaking.