My Archangel

"Oh……"

Then, a slightly surprised voice leaked from Qiao Wen's mouth.

Because he discovered that Mingming had just sprinkled a small amount of powder on the wound, but the black mist entwined around the archangel... it seemed that it had become a little thinner at this moment!

Although it is only subtle enough to be ignored if you don't pay attention,... it really works!

"...?"

At the same time, she also noticed a strange feeling coming from the wound, and Erisa, who had just closed her eyes, also opened her eyes almost instinctively.

Then... when she also noticed that as Qiao Wen carefully applied the powder around her wound, the lingering dark matter around her began to show signs of weakening, her eyes widened in surprise suddenly.

Almost subconsciously, she raised her head and looked at Qiao Wen in front of her, seeming to wonder why Qiao Wen had such a thing in his hands.

Obviously, she didn't think the existence of this kind of thing itself would have any connection with Qiao Wen.

"What's the matter Elisa? Are you okay?"

However, feeling the gaze from Elyssa, Qiaowen had no intention to answer her directly.

This is hard to say.

He was a dignified performer, but in the end his acting was useless, and he was able to get these medicines through the most tragic and embarrassing tricks-this shameful fact Qiao Wen couldn't say it himself.

If you can get something good from selling miserables, Qiao Wen might still think about it, but now, for the archangel who can already be called his personal bodyguard before him, Qiao Wen swallows this matter into his stomach without hesitation. in.

"Oh my God... This is really surprising. I didn't expect that the medicine in the hands of people like me could help the great Elisa. It's really frightening...well, frightening..."

Therefore, instead of carefully maintaining the action of applying the medicine on his hands, he looked calmly and opened his mouth in a tone that sounded strange.

"...?"

However, what surprised Qiao Wen was that after he finished applying the powder and just finished saying this ridiculous sentence, he found that he did not meet the archangel with the name "unpleasant" or "dissatisfaction". "Sight.

The latter didn't even look at his face, but dropped his gaze slightly, and stared at his abdomen without saying a word.

There, there seemed to be some faint stains on the pajamas.

"Elisa...sir?"

When he noticed this scene and looked at the archangel with a strange look on his face, Qiao Wen was a little confused.

After hesitating for a moment, as soon as he was about to speak, he saw that the archangel who had finished applying the medicine in front of him had reached out his hand at a speed that was noticeably quicker than before, and grabbed the women's pajamas on his body.

How can I put it, because the clothes she wore before were broken long ago, after Qiao Wen was rescued last night, Vina, who had been busy dealing with his injuries for a long time, did not leave her at all, even to Qiao. The pajamas that Wen replaces are all loose pajamas that he took out directly from his bedroom...

However, this is not the focus now.

At this moment, looking at the archangel who suddenly reached out and grabbed his clothes in front of him, Qiao Wen was taken aback for no reason.

'What is this quilt... doing?'

Just as this doubt appeared in his mind, he suddenly felt a slight cold in his abdomen, and the hem of the pajamas had been pinched by the quilt angel's fingertips, and he lifted it up without hindrance.

"Wait...wait? Lord Elisa?"

At this moment, the eyesight became even more dazed, staring at the archangel in front of him, Qiao Wen also obviously felt something wrong.

"..."

However, after opening Qiaowen's pajamas with a somewhat strong attitude, the archangel did not continue to do anything to him.

She just watched.

When she saw the path on Qiao Wen's abdomen that was also covered with powder and seemed to have a tear that was bleeding not long ago, she froze almost instinctively.

Almost subconsciously, she raised her other hand and touched the abdomen that had made her feel a little pain before, then raised her head again and looked at Qiao Wen.

'...Fuck, this quilt probably feels that his dignity is offended...'

Noting this scene, Qiao Wen, who also realized something, suddenly changed his face.

After experiencing Kane and Camilla hiding in the tree hole and in the passage, he knew very well that this quilt sometimes...that simply regarded dignity more important than life, and even the origin when necessary. Can be blown up without hesitation.

Now let this guy see this kind of injury as an employer... Qiao Wen always feels that something is going to happen.

This guy...wouldn't he rush down to look for Vina to single out before he gets better?

"..."

However, when Qiao Wen greeted Elyssa with such a nervous mood, he was suddenly taken aback.

Because at this moment, from the eyes of the angelic lord before him, Qiao Wen did not find any look similar to "anger" or "unhappy".

She seemed to simply stare at him with some sluggish eyes.

——The wound...is it my fault?

Later, from those twinkling eyes, Qiao Wen read this meaning.

"...Oh, Lord Elisa, you think too much. I am a wise man. In the game with that witch, I am a higher-level winner. How can I do the kind of stupid thing you think, this simple It's just a knife wound. The powder above is just that I plan to try it in advance to see if the expiration date has passed. It doesn't have any special meaning..."

At this moment, Qiao Wen, who felt a little uncontrollable for some reason, immediately shook his head, stepped back and tried to distance himself.

But...in the next moment, as the torn pajamas swayed, there was a burst of force that did not seem to be emitted by a sickly woman, Qiao Wen flashed a flower before his eyes, and his whole body lost balance.

After a brief loss of consciousness, when Qiao Wen returned to his mind, he found that he had been dragged down on the bed by the quilt angel in front of him.

There were no sheets on the bed, and the feeling from behind was not very comfortable, cold and hard.

But Qiao Wen does not have the time to care about such details.

"...Eh...Master Elisa? Please don't be like this... Can you calm down?"

Looking at the archangel who was already sitting on his legs, looking at him, and extending his fingertips to his abdomen, he was inexplicably scared.

He didn't know what happened to the quilt angel suddenly.

At this moment, staring at the archangel with an obviously abnormal expression on his face, he did not dare to say, he did not dare to ask, so he swallowed silently and watched quietly.

Then, after touching the intact skin near the wound, Qiao Wen felt the skin there sinking, and there was a slight squeezing sensation.

Zi——

In the next moment, as a subtle black mist was squeezed out from the wound on his abdomen, Qiao Wen noticed that the expression of the angel on his body had completely changed.

The expression on her cheeks solidified again, she stared at Qiao Wen in a daze, bit her lip, her turquoise pupils were full of confusion.