My Archangel

But now, he is also quite interested in his own nature that has been exposed after being beautified by acquired education.

However, he is also very clear that the current situation is not very suitable for wasting energy on such things.

'Now in terms of safety...I don't need to worry too much.'

Now, although Qiao Wen doesn't even know the way to leave this world, he intends to believe that two quilt angels and witches specially put on double insurance on him not long ago.

"Not surprisingly, they may have noticed the situation on my side now, and the reason why they haven't specifically used the chain to pull my consciousness out of here... Obviously, they are planning to wait until'I and the monster face-to-face'. After this omen has come true, he will pull me back again."

"In this case, with this as the premise, what I have to do now is very simple without worrying about subsequent safety."

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen once again focused his eyes on the "Elisa" in front of him: "Since she is to be used as a springboard to watch fate...Then, now maybe we need to further deepen the connection between me and her. In short, Try to hug first?"

At the next moment, after moving his neck and limbs a bit, Qiao Wen actually squatted down, maintaining a position that was almost synchronized with the future "self" to complete the overlap.

'Although it is not as obvious as Vina, but... it's still soft.'

I don’t know if it’s because I have used facial cleanser a little bit more frequently recently. After feeling the touch from the quilt angel body, Qiao Wen subconsciously had such a thought in his mind.

Of course, he quickly waved away the idea.

He just closed his eyes and tried to let go of his thoughts and clear out distracting thoughts.

Then, something changed.

Because at this moment, at the moment when the connection was deepened through physical contact...he clearly felt the change.

The pressure on my body... disappeared.

The pressure that has been looming over him since he came into this world, all disappeared at this moment, disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, there was warmth that made Qiao Wen feel familiar.

This kind of comfortable feeling, he often felt on the quilt angel before.

At this moment, Qiao Wen only felt that he had returned to the state where he once had the quilt angel accompany him, and was able to produce "reassurance" in all aspects.

"The pressure has disappeared. Does this mean... My active behavior just now has deepened my contact with her?"

After perceiving this, Qiao Wen, who thought it would take a lot of work and couldn't do it so easily, opened his eyes subconsciously after a daze.

"..."

Then, the look on his face paused slightly.

Because... he found that just after his imitator's future dead "self" closed his eyes and fell into the arms of the quilt angel, now everything around him is gone.

Whether it was the dilapidated main city of Lisiren, or the people in the city who were frightened and desperate under the shroud of black mist, all disappeared without a trace.

Only a pale desert was left.

"..."

Gazing at the scenery in front of him, Qiao Wen was silent for a moment.

He glanced back first, and saw the footprints he had left when he walked over.

Then he looked forward again and took a step without saying a word.

Pasha.

Step on the soft sand, leaving a shoe print on it.

"...Successful."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wen's eyes widened slightly, clearly aware of something.

That is... the feeling he had just now was not wrong, and now he... probably has succeeded in making her a springboard with the help of the very close fate connection between himself and a certain quilt angel.

If nothing unexpected happens now, he Qiaowen only needs to continue walking along the road ahead as before... Then, he should be able to use the archangel who will live longer than him in the future, and see what he is after his death. What happened.

This was originally impossible. Even if a person can see his destiny clearly, it is impossible to see with his own eyes what will happen after his death.

But now, after taking advantage of the springboard of "Elisa", Qiaowen has done it.

"Just let me look for...what is it that I still lack?"

Slowly exhaling a turbid breath, Qiao Wen no longer hesitated, as before, began to move on.

However... not long this time, he stopped.

"...Vina?"

Because, at this time, after walking a certain distance with the help of "Elysha", he finally saw a figure he hadn't seen before.

Some tall witch.

However, what made Qiaowen's eyebrows instantly twisted into a ball was... Vena, who was present in front of his eyes and facing his back, was also in a completely frozen state.

The snow-white neck was slightly raised, and at this moment she seemed to be confronting some extremely dangerous behemoth.

However, it is not.

When Qiao Wen walked around in front of "Vina", he noticed that the witch's face... completely did not have the calm and solemnity that it should be when facing a monster.

The dark pupils were distraught, and there were some undried tears on his face, and even the eye sockets were red. At this time, "Vina" seemed to be extremely sick and desperate, like an empty soul with no soul. shell.

This is indeed the case.

At this moment, after Qiao Wen was clearly aware of something, he raised his hand subconsciously, poked "Vina" in the face with his fingertips, and felt the cold touch feedback from the witch, he clearly realized it. Things.

That is, the witch at this moment... just like the previous "Qiao Wen", has lost the rhythm of her life.

"Vina...Sister?"

At the moment when he realized this, Qiao Wen was silent for a moment, and his expression stopped little by little.

"...As expected of a monster, you really have you."

Then he smiled quietly.

At this moment, the look in Qiao Wen's eyes had started to lose focus for the first time since he came to this world, and began to become hollow.

Chapter 023: You seem to be confident in your mouth

Spiritual space, above the wilderness.

The distance between Qiao Wen and "Vina" is less than one meter.