My Archangel

In the end, after spending a lot of effort, Qiao Wen swayed the medicine jar to the bed in a strange posture in the eyes of the archangel becoming more and more suspicious, and put it down gently.

After doing all this, Qiao Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good... This time there was no wound.

By now, Qiao Wen, who had been obsessed with moving things, once again realized how dangerous it was after being eroded by something like dark matter.

Let's not mention the danger. As long as you get the trick, symptoms such as erosion and assimilation, weakness of the limbs, and mental runaway will directly surge up, and the severity is even more difficult for the gods.

Even though Qiao Wen now has the protection and special medicine that can target this kind of thing because of Vina, he still dare not use the most basic healing technique, and he can only seem to be injured during the recovery period. Ordinary people rub the medicine every day, and then wait for the degree of erosion to get better...

This is too much trouble.

Shaking his head, Qiao Wen retracted his thoughts.

"Master Elisa, that... please lift up the clothes near the wound a little bit and let me see."

With a sigh, Qiao Wen reminded the archangel like this, and reached out to lift the lid of the pink medicine jar.

Immediately after squinting his eyes in the dark, only a handful of heavy powder and a small spoon remained inside, Qiao Wen stretched his hand in.

After a lot of two or three seconds, his entire right hand tremblingly pinched the small spoon, and directly dug out these few powdered medicines.

Immediately, Qiao Wen turned to look at the archangel who was sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.

"...Master Elisa? Hurry up and lift the clothes?"

However, for some reason, when he looked at Elisa again after doing all this, Qiao Wen found that the angel did not respond, nor did he reveal the wound as he said.

The slender body was still all wrapped in the quilt. At this moment, she just lifted her head slightly and stared at him with rather puzzled eyes.

——Why do you think that this strange powder...can heal injuries that can't even be suppressed by divine power?

The eyes that blinked slightly and were obviously puzzled to the extreme seemed to be saying this to Qiao Wen.

"Um...that, to be honest, I'm not sure if this powder will have any effect on you...but I think it is necessary to give it a try. Anyway, you should try as if you were cheated by me. "

After noticing this look, Qiao Wen could fully understand the concern of the lord angel.

After all, even though the archangel had been forcibly summoned to his side through the gods, Qiao Wen was not 100% sure in his heart.

After all, he also knows very well that he is just an ordinary human, and the strength of his body is very different from that of the deity. Perhaps the medicine that is effective for him will become waste on the deity, and even worsen and worsen the condition...

However, whether it is for the current Qiaowen or Erisa, now they can only bet on this one.

"..."

The beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and after hearing Qiaowen's words, Erisa's groggy head seemed to figure it out.

In the next moment, although the expression on her face was a bit repulsive instinctively, she still released the hands that had originally grasped the quilt corner very cooperatively, exposing the upper body from the quilt.

Immediately, under Qiao Wen's gaze, she stretched her soft hand to the blood-soaked hem of her waist, pinched it with her fingertips, and lifted it up slightly.

"...It seems that the deterioration is a bit serious."

Along with Erissa's move, Qiao Wen was able to observe the wound on the archangel's abdomen again.

On the snow-white lower abdomen, black mist entangled, and a slightly slanted hideous wound stimulated Qiao Wen's optic nerve.

Frankly speaking, the degree of deterioration of this wound... has reached the point where it is very serious just by looking at it.

And... In addition to being serious, the location of the wound is also somewhat sensitive.

The lower part of this oblique wound was fine, it spread directly to the vicinity of the waist and stopped.

But... the upper part is quite troublesome.

Because from Qiao Wen's point of view, one end of the wound was about to touch the part that nurtures life.

"Master Elisa... why don't you apply the medicine yourself?"

After hesitating, Qiao Wen handed the heavy medicine spoon to the archangel, and looked at her with inquiry.

To be honest, Qiao Wen is not someone who would care about such details at this time.

At this time, the reason that prompted him to choose to take the initiative... mainly because he was worried that after he carefully applied the medicine later, he found that these powders that he had taken such a big risk to barely obtained had no effect on the gods.

If things really turn out to be like that, then he guesses that no matter how good his mentality is at the time, he will definitely be unable to hold back the bomb.

Therefore, now Qiao Wen intends to give the spoon to the archangel before him, so he will leave the bedroom by himself and go to the room next to the bedroom to stay for a while, and then come back to see the situation after a short period of time...

"..."

However, what Qiao Wen didn't expect was that such a gentleman's behavior... actually got the contempt of the quilt angel in front of him.

She didn't mean to take the medicine spoon, but Erisa's hands remained motionless in the pose of raising her clothes.

However, only those quiet eyes reflected Qiao Wen's face at this time.

She had already seen through Qiao Wen's abacus at this time, and the expression on her face was obviously filled with contempt.

"...I know, then I'll come."

Qiao Wen's face was darkened by such gazes.

He has also realized that, compared with the uneasy himself, the quilt in front of him as the client... on the contrary, there is no psychological pressure.

This guy, from the very beginning, it took him a lot of effort to get the special effect... without any expectations.

'...Forget it, that's right, you can't avoid it.'

Upon seeing this, Joe took a deep breath, then shook his head slightly, shaking off the last trace of hesitation in his mind.

Immediately, he held the handle of the spoon tightly with his right hand, and little by little, he pointed the mouth of the spoon full of powder to the wound of the angelic man in front of him.

On the way, Qiao Wen noticed... the black mist that was still entwined near the archangel touched the powder on the medicine spoon, and it actually moved out a tiny hole, as if avoiding these. It is the same as the powder made by the witch.

Seeing this, Qiao Wen, who was still a little unsure, suddenly his eyes lit up, no longer hesitating, and directly pushed the mouth of the spoon near Elisa's wound.

"..."

I don't know if it's because of the colder medicine spoon, Qiao Wen obviously noticed that the angel in front of him closed his eyes almost instinctively, and his eyelashes were beating imperceptibly.

But Qiao Wen didn't care about these details.

Crooked, shaking.

After seeing the phenomenon just now and realizing that these powders were indeed very likely to have an effect on the gods, he did not hesitate to spread the powders evenly along Erisa's wound.