My Archangel

Just as Qiao Wen wrapped himself into a zongzi and tightened the quilt tightly wrapped around his body, a white hand suddenly plunged into the quilt and grabbed his wrist.

"...??"

A cold night breeze was blowing on his face, and a slight snoring sound was heard in his ears. When Qiao Wen reacted, he had been dragged out of the tree hole by Erisa.

The faint moonlight was concealed by the swaying branches of the giant tree, and the eyes were pitch black, the cold wind whistling in his ears, and the strange whimpers of monsters in the surrounding jungles could be heard.

Swallowing in his throat, Qiao Wen fell silent.

In this situation, the only thing that made him feel at ease was the strength coming from his wrist.

Chapter 021: Mebis Snow Mountain

At four o'clock in the morning, Mebis Snow Mountain.

A whitish belly appeared on the horizon, and thick snow would cover the surroundings. In a small cave on the edge of the Snow Mountain Range, Qiao Wen and the archangel walked in the dark for several hours.

Now, the two have passed through the forest in a real sense and came to this snow-capped mountain surrounded by dragons.

Moreover, even Qiao Wen himself did not expect that this journey would be so easy.

The backpack was Erissa on his back, and he was pulled by Erissa when he walked. There was a thick and warm quilt on his body. He basically didn't exert any effort during the whole process.

Except for the sore soles of his feet, Qiao Wen was in good condition, and he even felt that he could rush for a few more hours.

However, after leaving the forest where Vina lived and walking into the snow-capped mountains, the archangel seemed to have no intention of continuing to drive at night, and temporarily chose a cave to settle down.

"I remember, the name of this snow-capped mountain was named after the dragon that occupies here..."

The cat looked out at the entrance of the cave, and the endless snow-capped mountains reflected in his pupils, Qiao Wen thoughtfully.

He knew who the owner of this snow-capped mountain was.

Mebis Yunado.

An adult male Frost Dragon, whose rank is judged to be the only platinum rank in this mountain range, is very strong.

'In other words, regardless of other things, at least as far as the hardware is concerned, it may cause accidental damage to the now exhausted Elisa. It is better for me to bypass the core area in this territory and try to avoid conflict... ...'

Qiao Wen didn't say a word, thinking about the next route.

From the time he traveled to this world, he had never really set foot outside the forest of monsters.

Although the danger in the snow-capped mountains is much lower than that in the monster forest, from here on, it is basically equivalent to opening up wasteland.

In other words, from here on, many aspects such as security must be entrusted to the archangel.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen turned around and looked at Elisa on the side again.

At this moment, at a position a little deeper from the hole, the archangel has put down the backpack and took out the carpet from inside, imitating Qiao Wen's previous actions, and patting it on the ground.

Although the ground is not flat, the archangel's eyes are gathering flashing light, turning his head from time to time to peek at Qiao Wen's single eye.

She seemed to be eager to get back what was wearing Qiao Wen.

Feeling a little speechless, seeing the archangel laying the carpet, Qiao Wen consciously began to take off the quilt wrapped around him.

The blanket he had brought was taken out of the backpack by Erisa in advance and placed neatly on the corner of the carpet.

'This is probably a hint...no, it means that I should return the quilt to her.'

Watching this scene, Qiao Wen also took the initiative to walk to the carpet and squat down, pushing the quilt in his arms to the archangel.

Then, under his gaze, the archangel on the opposite side hugged the quilt in an instant, and then it took less than half a second to directly wrap himself into a ball of dumplings.

'...How much do you like this thing, this quilt angel.'

Upon seeing this, Qiao Wen also rolled over the blanket and lay on the carpet on the other side.

cold.

a little cold.

No, it's so cold and cold--!

Not only the blankets, but even the carpets on the ground were so cold that Qiao Wen was completely sleepy.

'High-end goods and cheap goods...there is a big difference.'

Allowing the not-so-warm fluff to cover his body, Qiao Wen, who had just left the quilt, trembled slightly, curled up instinctively, and clearly felt the gap.

He has realized what's wrong.

My own evacuation behavior is countless, but I still made a mistake in the details.

Because the arrival of the archangel and the conditions for the summoning were too unexpected, he failed to take into account the collateral effects of his own vitality drop in a short period of time.

In short, the once strong cold tolerance has disappeared with the transferred vitality unconsciously.

'However, this level... is still acceptable. If you have a blanket, you should not get sick tomorrow.'

Tightening the sheets tightly again, Qiao Wen suddenly missed the time when he lived to be 100,000 years ago.

If there is still such a huge vitality, Qiao Wen's resistance and cold tolerance will be higher than it is now.

Just this degree of cold, there will be no pressure at all.

This is also the root reason why Qiao Wen only prepared blankets for himself as overnight supplies when he left the forest hut.

But now it seems that a blanket is not enough.

"You have to go to bed early, and you should be fine when you fall asleep..."

Thinking like this, Qiao Wen closed his eyes and gave up thinking.

However, what he didn't notice was that while he completely retracted his head into the blanket to keep warm, the head from the quilt dumplings suddenly came out again.

"..."

The turquoise pupils turned, and the archangel silently stared at the trembling blanket two meters away.

After a while, she looked down again at the quilt wrapped around her body, and puffed up her mouth with dissatisfaction.

...

...

Four o'clock in the morning, the same time.