My Archangel

the fifth time.

The result is still "one".

With the "one" again and again, the brawny man seemed to have received some kind of irritation. The original angry expression on his face faded bit by bit, his eyes lost focus, and the whole person gradually became numb.

Those around him who saw this scene also had their eyes widened, as if they had seen something dirty, they got up and moved to a place farther away from him.

Regarding the surrounding situation, the strong man turned a deaf ear, just mechanically repeating the move of throwing the dice again and again.

Finally, in the twelfth time... the number of dice in his hand changed.

From "one" to "two".

After seeing this scene, the expression on the brawny man's face was distorted for a moment, and then he smiled dismal as if he was abandoning himself.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the people around him who paid attention to him just now because of the dice throwing. The corner of his mouth cracked and he announced in a rather deep voice: "If someone here throws a dice that turns out to be worse than me, Even if it’s a dog, I’ll recognize him as a teammate and recommend him to the official list of this expedition!"

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Forest of Monsters, forest hut, second floor bedroom, inside the house.

His pupils narrowed, looking at the magic shield that had been poked under the fingertips of the archangel like a candle in the wind, the expression on Qiao Wen's face was almost stiff.

The magic power that had just been stored to the upper limit through "breathing" was being consumed at a rather alarming rate at this time.

'This quilt angel... hasn't he just finished applying the second medicine, hasn't he even recovered from the injury?Where is so much strength?'

With such doubts in his mind, Qiao Wen was quite astonished: "Since there is such a great strength, why didn't this quilt angel wipe the medicine by himself?'

"..."

However, at this moment, Qiao Wen found that the quilt angel in front of him suddenly stopped poking himself.

A touch of paleness appeared on her already fair cheeks, and the archangel gasped little, as if she had done something quite exhausting.

"Master Elisa... are you okay?"

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

Obviously, if there is no error in his guess, then the quilt angel now looks a bit tired...It should be that after forcibly dragging the injured body and poking the magic shield on him, he was a bit exhausted. Performance.

'This quilt... Is it because I, a protected subject, learned the magic shield without authorization, which made her feel that her dignity was offended?That's why it is like now... No, this time it involves my own safety, she should not be such a stubborn guy.'

After thinking for a while, Qiao Wen still couldn't think of the reason why the angel lord in front of him felt repelled by this layer of magic shield on his body.

However, although it is not very clear, Qiao Wen also knows what he should do now.

Wow----

At the next moment, with a faint magical power factor completely disappearing from the surface of the skin, Qiao Wen directly added the archangel to the "white list" of the magic shield.

As the most complete protection technology in the human race, high-level magic shields naturally have a certain degree of functionality.

For example, now, after Qiao Wen adds the archangel in front of him to a "white list", his magic shield will no longer act as a hindrance to the archangel. Normally, the shield is not activated. When she came out, she could actually touch Qiao Wen's body as before.

Of course, due to the fact that the magic shield is a dead thing, this kind of functionality can actually only react with Qiao Wen's subconscious.

In other words, only when he is awake, the objects he has added to the "whitelist" can reach him without breaking the shield.

Anyway, the quilt angel in front of him was his bodyguard, not the kind of guy that would make Qiao Wen feel dangerous, so after doing this, Qiao Wen did not have any psychological burden.

He is rather curious now...Why does this quilt angel want to puncture his magic shield so much?

"..."

Then just as Qiao Wen thought, after he spontaneously unlocked the magic shield, the angel in front of him was taken aback for a while, and then he realized it as well.

Immediately, under Qiao Wen's gaze, she slowly moved her body from the quilt ball beside her, and then leaned her upper body forward, and Xiao Xiao got closer to Qiao Wen's body.

Then, she lifted her hands with some difficulty, gently touched her fingertips to Qiao Wen's cheek, and gently held Qiao Wen's face.

At this moment, just when the two sides had physical contact, just when Qiao Wen clearly felt a cold touch passing along Erisa's fingertips to his cheeks, he noticed this big man in his afterimages. The subtle expression on the angel's face changed.

The corners of her warm lips opened slightly, and after touching Qiao Wen, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was relieved again.

"...Master Elisa?"

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen was stunned for a moment, as if he realized something, his heartbeat speeded up slightly.

——This quilt, was it because he wanted to meet himself just now... so he wanted to puncture the magic shield so persistently?

As this thought gradually emerged in his mind, Qiao Wen blinked, and the expression on his face changed a little.

Because he realized...At this moment, the behavior of the archangel in front of him seemed to imply something vaguely.

"……Ok?"

However, just when Qiao Wen thought about it, and before he finished thinking about it, he suddenly felt that Erisa's hand on his face was slightly changing.

Unknowingly, it has changed from holding to pinching.

At the moment when he noticed this detail, Qiao Wen's gaze was in contact with the archangel in front of him again.

Then, he saw the angel looking at him with very quiet eyes and smiled slightly.

Then, turning his wrist over, Qiao Wen felt the flesh on his face twisted and twisted slowly——

a bit.

Two clicks.

Three times...

The sensation of being twisted and twisted by cold fingertips came one after another on his cheeks.

"hiss……?!"

Although it wasn't very painful, Qiao Wen still reacted almost instinctively.

If he wanted to say that he had some doubts before, then he now fully understands why this quilt angel is so persistent and punctures his shield.

This quilt...obviously wanted to give him back the twists he had been twisted in his dream.

The reason why I was so persistent before... seems to be for this reason.

'...'