My Archangel

'Still keeping... this quilt, don't you really realize that this is in her own dream?'

Holding his head in his arms, Qiao Wen had a very subtle emotion in his mind, always feeling that there was a trace of thought in his subconscious that he must not let this head break.

'No no no, this is not the point now, I have to do business and get out of here immediately...'

But soon, Qiao Wen shook his head and returned to his thoughts.

"Master Elisa...I just said it straight. Although you didn't notice it, you are now in a dream. As the owner of this space, I hope you can let me leave this space immediately..."

After a little hesitation, Qiao Wen decided to discuss directly with the archangel in front of him.

Unlike the Venus, he and the quilt angel have a summoning contract. It is precisely because of this layer of insurance that he does not have to face Vina for many things in front of Elisa. Tucked away like that.

"...?"

However, after Qiao Wen finished speaking like this, what he greeted... was only the somewhat puzzled look of the archangel.

The quilt angel didn't know if it was because of the slow reaction in the dream or because the erosion of dark matter was not good... She didn't seem to understand Qiao Wen's meaning immediately.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen was stunned, obviously aware of something.

After thinking about it a little bit... He also realized that when he was dreaming, he met someone in his dream saying that he wanted to wake up from the dream immediately... Maybe the reaction would not be the same as the current quilt. The angels are too short.

'It seems...I can only rely on myself now.'

With this thought in his mind, Qiao Wen thoughtfully;'What should I do?Try physical stimulation therapy first?'

After thinking for a moment, he silently raised his right hand, stretched out his thumb and index finger to pinch his cheek...

Then twist it hard.

"hiss--?!"

The next moment, accompanied by a burst of extremely distorted pain from his face, the expression on Qiao Wen's face instantly stiffened, and he couldn't help taking a breath.

pain!

it hurts!

Although it is painful... but there are no symptoms to wake up at all.

'It seems that stimulation therapy does not work, at least for my current situation... Pure stimulation therapy does not allow me to get out of this dream world...'

Rubbing his flushed face, Qiao Wen thought this way, while casting his gaze on the quilt angel in front of him.

According to Qiao Wen's current understanding, the Temple of Thinking originally needed creatures with a life level of at least the golden level to try to construct a virtual world without much actual combat effect.

But obviously, due to the high level of life, the quilt angel in front of him at this time can easily create such a temporary temple of thought when dreaming, even if he hasn't built it specifically, even in the dream. By the way, Qiao Wen himself who met her was also dragged in.

This is a little troublesome.

Qiao Wen is now thinking about another method.

That is... If, if you give the quilt angel's dream a little stimulus here... Will she be able to wake up directly from the dream?

As long as the dream wakes up, the cornerstone used to build this temporary temple of thinking is equivalent to no more, and the world will disappear with it.

In that way, Qiao Wen's own consciousness was free from the shackles of this world, and could return to the physical body of the real world.

But... what to do?

Gazing at the archangel in front of him, Qiao Wen frowned slightly, thinking about which way to try to wake this guy.

"...?"

On the other side, welcoming Qiaowen's gaze, Erisa's reaction was rather flat.

She tilted her head with some doubts, and then stood there quietly for some reason, silently observing each other with the humans in front of her.

"Anyway... I can only try the method just now. It doesn't make any sense to waste time here, I can go back early..."

In the end, Qiao Wen could only grit his teeth, gently put the "head" in his hand on the floor on the side, and then took a step forward, reaching a distance where he could reach the archangel with his hand out.

"...?"

However, even if this is the case, the archangel who looks a little confused in front of Qiao Wen's eyes is not affected at all, except that the eyes of the emerald-green pupils add a bit of doubt, she even has a slight actual reaction. No, still standing still watching him quietly.

"Master Erisa, the situation is a bit urgent now... it's rude."

Facing such gaze, Qiao Wen took a deep breath, and when he thought of what he was about to do, he gritted his teeth and slowly raised his hands.

Then, in the next second, the thumb and index finger of Qiao Wen's left and right hands slowly touched her face in the increasingly suspicious gaze of the angel in front of him.

"Anyway, say it again, it's rude—"

As he said this, Qiao Wen was cruel, twisted his hands and wrists, directly pinched the cheek that was very tactile in front of him, and twisted it hard!

screw……!

screw…!

...

Although there were three twists in a row, in this world... nothing happened that Qiao Wen expected.

The world was moving as usual, outside of the gnawing sound that was still constantly coming from the continent below... the entire sky courtyard was terribly quiet.

In front of Qiao Wen, after being twisted, Archangel's face turned from doubt to confusion, and then gradually changed from confusion to a slightly surprised and clear expression... which made Qiao Wen's heartbeat gradually speed up.

Of course, it was scary.

"Master Elisa, are you awake? Are you aware that this is your dream?"

With his hands slowly leaving the archangel's face, Qiao Wen asked with a slightly reluctant smile on his mouth.

"..."

Then he saw that the archangel in front of him nodded his head silently.

"That...that's great, let me tell you...I entered here by mistake not long ago, and the situation in the real world outside may be a bit urgent...that, if possible, I hope you will let me go Get out here."

In the archangel's silent but lifeless gaze, the expression on Qiao Wen's face gradually returned to natural, and he spoke tentatively.

"..."

Then he saw again... the archangel who had been awakened by his stimulation therapy, finally nodded to him slightly at this moment.