My Archangel

'Intensive care... Has it been successful?'

'And, besides that, in terms of inheritance... it seems...?'

After blinking his eyes, after removing his attention from the system panel, Qiao Wen became obviously aware that there was something more in his mind.

To be more precise... it's something similar to memory.

He knows what it is.

Inheritance of the dragon Miu Qi.

It probably won't take too much time to simply provide protection, but... it is obvious that the reason why Qiao Wen has fallen asleep for so long is related to the huge memory inheritance.

"Elisa..."

While realizing that he had obtained what he wanted, Qiao Wen's gaze passed through the slightly undulating plain from below and noticed the face of the archangel.

For some reason, Qiao Wen found that the archangel was also lowering his head, with a tight expression on his face, watching him quietly.

Soon, Qiao Wen, who was gradually becoming clear, realized... he seemed to be resting on the thigh of this archangel.

"..."

On the other hand, after noticing that Qiao Wen was awake, the tight look on the archangel's face eased slightly, and then... as if she knew what Qiao Wen wanted to ask now, she silently shook towards Qiao Wen. Head.

"Ah...really."

I don't know if it's because I've become more and more familiar with this lord angel, but Qiao Wen has already got the answer he wants from such a small move.

That giant dragon is no longer here...probably he left after giving him the protection and inheritance.

And that witch... Until now, she has not sent the things that the archangel deliberately left in the hut...

"There is no way...to let the stubborn woman come by herself, this time is probably the last method worth trying, but...the success rate should be high."

After getting such an answer, Qiao Wen sighed silently, and sat up while supporting the floor.

At this moment, he didn't know if it was because he just woke up. He found that his thinking was very clear, different from before. In a short moment, he had already thought of a point that he had completely ignored before.

Why have to give the initiative to that witch?

Isn't there another thing on your side that can lead her over?

"...?"

After a while, the archangel tilted his head slightly beside him and looked a little puzzled. Qiao Wen first silently lowered his head, raised his right hand to pull the collar, and cast his gaze on his chest.

There, he saw a mark.

A few days ago, something that was outlined by a drunk witch, and then saved her life at a critical moment.

"Erisa, can you use healing techniques in your current state? I want to do something slightly troublesome..."

Unlocking his collar with his right hand, Qiao Wen turned his head and glanced at the archangel beside him.

"..."

Hearing these words, although it is not very clear what Qiao Wen wants to do, the lord angel nodded a little.

As far as she still has remaining divine power reserves, as long as Qiao Wen does not die instantly, she can be saved.

"Then... later if my condition is not right, don't pity me, and use the best treatment to save me."

Seeing this, Qiao Wen said this while controlling the magic power stored in his body to condense in the palm of his right hand.

In the end, those magic factors directly condensed into a sharp knife.

How should I put it, although it is only condensing magic power into a solid state, Qiao Wen has never done this before, but now he is only trying for the first time... but he has done it easily.

With such a smooth result, Qiao Wen, who had been mentally prepared for three to five failures, was stunned.

"...I, is it really a genius who uses magic?"

Muttering like this, he changed the dagger in his right hand to an inverted grip, and then partially removed the magic shield on the palm of his left hand and the back of his hand. Qiao Wen swallowed silently.

"..."

However, before he could stab him cruelly this time, he noticed the sight coming from his side... like a needle.

"...Well, Elisa, didn't I just say it, I'm going to stab myself a little bit, don't stare at me like this, it will be distracted, what if I stab the wrong place..."

Blinking his eyes, Qiao Wen looked at the archangel on the side again, staring at the beautiful cheek with slightly frowned eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Because you are here, I have this The confidence to do... can you understand what I mean?"

"..."

Although it was still very thorny, Qiao Wen could feel that after he finished saying this, the tingling degree of the angel's eyes... the skirt of his clothes was slightly lightened.

It seems that after seeing the mark on her chest, she also realized what Qiao Wen wanted to do.

Although it still looks a little unhappy, but...for the time being, he respected Qiao Wen's own approach.

"Okay, let's start."

After realizing this again, Qiao Wen took a deep breath, and firmly squeezed the handle of the magic knife with his right hand.

It is very clear that the more hesitated at this time, the more painful it will be. Qiao Wen's hand lifted the knife and dropped, directly piercing the palm of his left hand!

"……hiss?!"

The expression on his face was instantly stiff, and Qiao Wen couldn't help taking a breath.

However, he quickly suppressed his voice and stared at the wound on his hand with a sigh of relief.

At this moment, whether it is the strength of the stick, the position of the stick, or the severity of the wound, it is the result of Qiao Wen's thinking a lot in that short period of time.

perfect.

What is needed is this effect.

It's shallow, and the witch probably won't waver.

The piercing is deep, and the one who suffers more is on his own side.

Therefore, under comprehensive consideration, Qiao Wen chose this approach.

Of course... he didn't think that just relying on this stupid way of "self-mutilation" could make that witch change her stubborn thinking.

He just wanted to create a step for the witch.