"What's wrong?" Silver stopped and asked Angel gently.

Angel rubbed her head on Silver's chest, rubbing all the salty droplets in her eyes against Silver's warm and generous chest, before slowly raising her head.

"Chirp!" Angel called with a wave of her little wings, her eyes staring straight at the wound on Silver's left shoulder.

Because Yin had just moved too violently, his wound had a faint tendency to tear again.

Angel jumped to her feet on Silver's hand, gesturing her wings as she screamed, trying to get Silver to lift it to the side of the wound.

"Are you sorry for me?" Silver seemed to understand what it meant, and comforted it with a smile: "It's okay, it will be fine soon." ”

Who knew that Angel was unrelenting and continued to make a fuss about going up. Silver had no choice but to raise his right hand and stop ten centimeters away from the wound, for fear that the bloody gas would scare Angel.

Angel had achieved his goal, and stopped calling, and lay quietly on the silver hand, carefully observing the deep blood hole.

The injury seems to be very strict. Is there a cure?

Angel struggled to search through the vague memories that were not clear, and he felt as if he had read a lot of books and traveled a lot of places, but those things seemed to be covered with a veil, and he couldn't remember anything when he was there.

But it knows it can be. In its memory, it can live dead, flesh and bones, and it knows that it can heal the wounds of silver!

It was like a fire burning in his chest, burning more and more, slowly spreading to his whole body, Angel moved his wings unbearably, and his body temperature became higher and higher.

Silver didn't know what was wrong with Angel and why his body suddenly became hot, but Dan Dan used to often get hot for no reason, so although he was worried, he didn't make a sound.

His Angel seemed to be doing something extremely important, and he couldn't bother with it.

Angel's body temperature was incredibly high, it closed its eyes, opened its small yellow mouth slightly, and the fiery red fluff all over its body stood up one by one, becoming more and more red, more and more dazzling, emitting a warm and soft light, shining on Yin's body.

It's like bathing in the sun.

Silver felt a slight burning sensation coming from the wound on his left shoulder, which was not so painful, but a little itchy, very strange. He looked down suspiciously, but was surprised to find that miraculously, his wound was healing rapidly and at a speed visible to the naked eye, and new flesh was constantly growing, filling the bloody hole on his shoulder, scabbing over, and falling off again.

However, in the blink of an eye, the wound that was originally visible to the bone had completely healed, except for the little blood stains on the side that showed how severely the wound had been here, just looking at the flesh and skin was no different from the ordinary!

It's a miracle!

Silver looked at Angel in amazement, trying to figure out how he had done it, only to find that the little one had gone limp after making sure that his wound had healed, and his glow had faded, and his dazzling fiery red feathers had become dull. It opened its mouth and yawned slightly, "chirped" softly, and slowly closed its eyes.

Angel fell asleep.

Silver didn't know how to describe his current mood. Astound? Surprised? Or is it a surprise? Maybe there were some, but most of all, he was distressed.

How much effort did it take for this little thing to heal him? It's like the elven healing magic, no, it's more powerful than the healing magic, because the healing magic doesn't work against the fallen angels cursed by the gods, but Angel can heal him.

Silver didn't have time to think about why Angel was born with such a strange ability, and all he was thinking about now was - his Angel was tired, and it needed to rest.

Silver gently put his left hand on Angel's head, and sure enough, he felt it subconsciously rub his hand in his sleep. He carefully carried the little one out of the bathroom, returned to the room, put it on the bath towel that had been prepared and dried it carefully, and after making sure that the little fluff had become fluffy and soft again, Silver gently rubbed Angel's little head, stuffed it into the soft quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at it in a daze.

In fact, Silver still doesn't know what kind of species Angel is. He had tried to search Skynet in the form of Dan Dan and Angel, but unfortunately, each time he came to the conclusion that the creature was unknown and suspected to be an alien species.

What exactly is Angel? What a special gift Uncle Bobby gave him? Silver didn't know, but he was willing to wait until the day when the answer would emerge on its own.

Silver couldn't tell what it was like, and he looked at Angel quietly, as if he heard a faint but powerful heartbeat coming from his small chest.

Silver feels that Angel is growing.

Yes, growth. Obviously it was just such a small lump, obviously just a little guy who couldn't even crawl out of the basin without his help, but Silver felt that his Angel was growing, growing into a being who was enough to surpass him, and even surpass heaven and earth.

It's an intuition, a wonderful intuition.

What exactly is Angel? Silver wants to know, but it doesn't matter if he knows it or not. Because no matter what Angel becomes in the future, whether it is an obscure ordinary bird clan or a powerful creature from an alien planet, it is his Angel, and this will never change.

"Angel ......" the thin silver lips opened lightly, and the name was read out silently.

You must have been a gift from heaven.

"Knock knock!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Silver's gentle gaze. Dissatisfied, he stood up and walked quickly to the door, where it turned out to be Ian.

"What's the matter?" Silver walked out of the room and closed the door, making sure it wouldn't come in before asking Ian what he was talking about.

Ian shook the paper bag in his hand and said, "Yahi saw that you didn't have dinner, so I asked me to bring a bag of bread, matcha cheese and pineapple buns, okay?" ”

Silver took the paper bag: "Well, thank you." ”

"Oh and," Ian pulled out a small green box from his pocket again, "I was afraid you didn't have enough ointment here, so I took another box from the warehouse." Silver, how is your wound, do you need ......?"

Ian froze.

Because he was not wearing a shirt, Silver's shoulders were completely exposed to Ian's sight at this time. Ian wondered if he was dazzled, why was that horrible blood hole gone, replaced by new flesh that had just grown?

Ian rubbed his eyes to make sure he was right, then stammered, "Silver...... Yours...... Uh, shoulders...... Uh......"

"Angel is cured." Silver knew what he wanted to ask, and he didn't hide it, and said it straightforwardly.

Ian exclaimed, "What?! Angel?! "Are you kidding me? Angel's newborn little guy who hasn't even grown his hair will heal?!

But Ian knows that Silver never lies.

"Shhhh Silver frowned and said, "Angel is already asleep, don't wake it up." ”

"Oooh!" Ian covered his mouth and whispered, "Silver, you're really not lying to me, Angel can actually heal your injuries?" Could it be that its ancestors were elves? ”

"No way. Elven healing magic doesn't work for me. ”

"That's right. So what's going on with Angel? Is it born with any special functions? ”

Yin didn't want to talk to him too much, so he nodded perfunctorily and said, "Maybe." You can just ask Aki about this matter to see if he knows if there are any other races besides the elves that can heal magic, and even heal fallen angels. ”

Ian was shocked and took the order, and Silver slammed the door shut, returning to the bedside, only to find Angel awake. Although the little one still looks unenergetic, the color of his feathers is noticeably moister.

Seeing Yin come back, Angel happily "tweeted~" and opened her wings to him to hug.

Silver obediently lay on the bed, stretched out his long arms to take Angel into his arms, and whispered, "I'm sorry, did you make a noise?" ”

"Chirp~~~" Angel shook her head and pressed her whole body against Silver's chest.

Why, Silver is not wearing clothes today, so you can touch his skin! Slippery, warm, smells fragrant, has the smell of shower gel, I like it so much~

Feeling the soft mass arching in front of his chest, Silver shook his head a little amusedly, and reached out to turn off the light.

"Alright, it's not early, let's go to bed."

"Chirp !!"

Who knew that the little hair ball suddenly exploded.

"What's wrong?"

"Chirp! Creak! Chirp tweet! ”

Angel babbled, rubbing upwards as she screamed, and finally slammed her little furry head on the silver chin.

Silver covered his chin in pain, always feeling that this scene was familiar-

It seems that one morning ago, when he had just woken up, a certain egg had done the same thing.

Silver seemed to understand what Angel wanted.

"Do you want a goodnight kiss?" He asked softly.

"Chirp!"

Silver smiled helplessly, lowered his head, lightly imprinted a kiss on the hairy head, and turned off the light.

"Good night, Angel."

In the darkness, the sound of silver echoed in Angel's ears as low and mellow as a cello.

"Chirp~~~"