My Archangel

But the situation is different now.

There was no sneak attack, and the opponent never even concealed his intentions.

And he Qiao Wen himself, also found a way and means to improve himself.

In other words, he already has "hope"

If you can't do some things in this situation, and you can't even save your own life, then what is there to say.

The world is huge, but there is often only one end of waste.

Now Qiao Wen suddenly didn't believe in the so-called fate.

Although it is still not to the point of "I cannot help but my fate", if he is asked to comment on this thing, he will probably spread his palm naturally, gather four fingers, and leave the longest finger upright. Up.

He didn't even bother to look at this kind of worthless thing.

"Anyway, find a way to get out of here first."

Withdrawing his gaze, Qiao Wen moved his cold gaze away from the "self" in front of him again, and looked forward again.

Just like before, almost all the sights are dilapidated cities, and a large number of people who have been shrouded in fear and despair.

However, Qiao Wen's attention was completely off these people at this time.

He is thinking about another thing.

According to the most basic logic, since he died here in the future fate, then it shows that Qiao Wen can walk in this world...the end should be near here.

In other words, he now has come to the end of a road.

But he didn't get the exclusiveness about himself that a certain holy son had mentioned.

And what he remembered more clearly was that as long as his cultivation potential after lighting the holy flame reached the Platinum level, he would be able to get his own exclusive talent.

At this moment, Qiao Wen didn't notice any changes in his body.

And... after he got here, in addition to being difficult to move on, just standing still, the pressure on him was still different from the past, still increasing little by little.

"...Is this pressure coming from this guy?"

With his eyes rolling, a meaningful expression appeared on his face, Qiao Wen turned his head slightly, and cast his gaze on the dead "self" who was very close to him.

At this moment, he could feel that his body was inextricably linked with the other party.

Even the pressure he felt after coming to this world seemed to be... all passed from this "self" who would die in the future.

Every time he takes a step and approaches this future "self", the pressure he can feel will change as the distance between the two changes.

However, Qiao Wen, who had begun to become abnormal in this abnormal world at this time... had already had some abnormal thoughts.

"...It's very interesting. If I dispose of the waste that drags me down here, what will happen to the pressure on my body? Will it just disappear, or will it cause me to disappear like a drag bottle?"

The body moves faster than the mind, and at the same time this idea emerged in his mind, the wind blades formed by the convergence of several magical powers have already gathered by Qiao Wen's side.

At the next moment, Qiao Wen's neck raised, and these wind blades under his gaze, did not hesitate to throw at the distant "self"!

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I can’t do it today, my head still hurts after I think about it too much. Although it’s more than 2,000 points, it’s not consistent. I’ll try again tomorrow and send it together--

Chapter 022: I really have you

The spiritual world, above the wilderness.

"no effect."

Qiao Wen's eyebrows were twisted together in silence.

At this time, he stood quietly on a white wilderness, checking his body.

His body was unscathed.

Of course, it wasn't because his wind blade cut the wrong target.

On the contrary, cut very accurately.

Several wind blades were hit, and almost all of them wiped the surface of "own" skin in front of him, slightly controlling the damage that might be caused.

But in fact, Qiao Wen had already noticed that these wind blades...not so much as rubbing them, it is more straight through.

The scenery in front of you is dreamlike, it can only be observed with the eyes, but cannot be touched.

"...It's not necessarily impossible to touch it, I always feel that my method just now is a bit wrong."

After realizing this, Qiao Wen scratched his cheek, and a trace of hesitation rose in his heart.

Looking at the "self who was still frozen in front of him", he quickly had a new idea.

Steps underfoot start again.

Although in this situation, the pressure to move forward will be considerable, but... if you just approach "self" simply, it doesn't seem to be a difficult thing.

Qiao Wen quickly got his wish, approaching a position quite close to "self".

At this moment, whether it is the waste in the picture or the quilt angel, the distance between him and him has been shortened to a level that is within easy reach.

"..."

In the next moment, Qiao Wen stretched out his hand, obeying instinct, and poked at the quilt angel frozen in the picture with the fingertip of his right index finger.

To be more precise, it was the drop of water from the corner of the quilt angel's eye.

Then, an unexpected touch came to his fingertips.

It's soft and wet.

It's as if it really hit something.

In fact, Qiaowen has indeed met "Elisa."

A small nest appeared on his white cheeks slightly under his fingertips. At this moment, Qiao Wen felt that what he was poking at was not an illusory scenery, but a genuine angel.

Yes, although he can't touch the "self" in the scenery, he can touch the "Elisa" in the scenery.

'…really.'

At this moment, Qiao Wen seemed to have a certain degree of anticipation of this phenomenon, and his tone suddenly became clear.