My Archangel

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Forest of Monsters, forest hut, second floor bedroom.

The golden light produced by the descent of God gradually dissipated.

The environment inside the room was silent again in the dark.

However, the arrival of darkness did not have much impact on Qiao Wen or the archangel.

After receiving the protection from the archangel, Qiao Wen now has a certain degree of night vision ability, at least he can see clearly the scenery within three meters of him.

Then, he and the archangel whose arms were wrapped in quilts looked at each other.

Then, when he noticed the archangel looking at him at this time, the corner of his eye suddenly jumped.

Because at this moment, from the pair of aquamarine eyes, Qiao Wen could only see one thing.

A kind of thing called "resentment" under normal circumstances.

what happened?

Qiao Wen always felt that the look in his eyes on this quilt... seemed a bit wrong.

"Wait, wait, Lord Elisa? What's the matter with this look...Is there anyone who doesn't open eyes makes you unhappy?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and while barely maintaining that fairly natural smile, Qiao Wen opened his mouth with some uncertainty.

"..."

The turquoise eyes stared at Qiao Wen quietly, and after staring at the human holding himself and the quilt in front of him, his expression gradually stiffened, the archangel silently averted his gaze.

Although she was very unhappy, for some reason, she felt a little more relaxed after seeing a human face suddenly.

Even the sense of loneliness that has been lingering in the chest seems to be lessened at this moment.

This human... tentatively met his little expectations in the last moment.

Although still very unhappy, but can bear it.

'This quilt doesn't seem to be in a good mood...Yes, no one is in such a good mood if his injury recurs.'

After vaguely perceiving the state of the archangel at this time, Qiao Wen felt empathetic and understood.

After all, although not the original intention, he himself is now feeling the pain caused by dark matter.

"Um... Master Erisa, it should not be too late, please treat me first... Wipe the medicine, so that your current symptoms should be relieved."

Not intending to struggle too much with such details, Qiao Wen quickly got his thoughts back on track.

Seeing the black mist entwined all over his body, he knew exactly what he should do now.

"...?"

Immediately after hearing Qiao Wen's words, Erisa, who had just looked away, turned her head slightly again, and stared at Qiao Wen with a somewhat blank stare.

The puzzled look, the slightly stunned look, as if he was saying "What treatment?" to Qiao Wen.

"No, even if you stare at me with such blank eyes, I don't know exactly what kind of expression I should show at this time."

Noting the slight expression in the archangel's eyes, Qiao Wen also stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "In short, transferring you from here is to treat your injuries."

"In other words... I have got the medicine that can treat your wounds, how? Surprise? I will put it on you now, please don't worry."

After adding a sentence like this, Qiao Wen once again gave a reassuring smile to the very close day.

Immediately, he moved slightly, preparing to put down the archangel first-but just as he did this, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his abdomen!

It felt as if something had been torn apart.

No... it's not as if, but something really was torn because of his actions just now.

"…grass."

The movement of his hands froze in vain. Although his head was dizzy, he didn't know if it was because he subconsciously cared about his body. Qiao Wen keenly realized that his current posture was not convenient for exerting force.

Once it is hard, the wound that has just opened will soon become more and more open, forming a vicious chain...

"Um... Lord Elisa, can you move by yourself now? I mean going to the ground."

So Qiao Wen blinked, and silently glanced at the archangel, who was almost completely wrapped in a quilt with his awkward gaze.

"...?"

After contacting Qiao Wen's sight, the look on the archangel's face was a little confused for a moment.

Then soon, she stretched her expression, sighed a little, just cast some contemptuous eyes on Qiao Wen.

Human... or the unreliable human.

Although she didn't feel that the human being in front of her had found a way to heal herself, but... she still did it very cooperatively.

First, her slender hands wrapped around Qiao Wen's neck, and after finding the point of borrowing, Erisa, who felt her body was sluggish, moved her legs slowly and stepped on the floor of the room again.

However, after releasing Qiao Wen, black mist entangled all over her body, and as the strong sense of dullness and powerlessness surged over her whole body, she shook slightly again, and she became unstable to stand.

"Wait, Master Elisa... are you okay?"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's eyes jumped slightly.

"..."

However, Elisa quickly found a solution by herself.

Her whole body was wrapped in a quilt, and she supported the edge of the bed just beside her, gently sitting on the edge of the wooden bed that had no bedding.

"...Very good, please just wait there for a while and get the medicine to you right away."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen was also a little relieved.

Immediately, in the sight of the archangel, he turned sideways slightly, turned his head and looked at the pink medicine jar beside his feet.

'This thing is also weird, I have to be careful about it...'

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Wen slowly squatted down in a posture that would not involve the wound, then stretched out his hands and hugged the pink medicine pot, and walked to the archangel step by step.

Patter.