After Transmigrating as a Demon, I've Been Adopted by Angels!

Chapter 147: Sister Did Not Do It On Purpose!

Fiona knocked on the door anxiously as she shouted into Davis’ room, “Brother, are you in there? Sister is here.”

Fiona knocked on the door again and continued, “Brother, are you awake?” action

There was still no news in the room.

A bad thought arose in Fiona’s heart.

Davis would not fall into a coma again, would he?

It was so sad.

He had only half a pair of wings, and he could not change his bloodline any other way.

Fiona was ready. She wanted to rush into the house.

Fiona’s body sank, and she was ready to crash into the door.

She was confident that with her strength and the strength of an angel, she could break through the door without any problem.

Davis had to be rescued.

However, just as Fiona was about to rush to Davis’ door, the door opened with a creak.

A strong male angel appeared at the door.

Fiona did not stop her footsteps and directly pounced onto the man.

Plop.

The male angel was knocked back by Fiona.

In the end, it was unknown whether he was exhausted or had other plans.

The angel stopped retreating and fell backward, like a statue after being hit on the parasympathetic nerve on the jaw in the boxing ring.

When the angel fell to the ground, he hugged Fiona tightly.

However, because of this, his head hit the ground hard.

As the angel lost his balance when he fell, he fell backward sideways.

After falling onto the ground, the male angel rolled a few times on the ground with Fiona in his arms.

Finally, the two of them stopped at the wall.

Of course, the male angel’s head hit the wall again.

This time, the male angel seemed to have lost his ability to move completely.

He let go of Fiona’s arms naturally and dropped to the ground.

Fiona was protected by the male angel from the beginning to the end and was not hurt at all.

At this moment, Fiona was facing the male angel, and her body was naturally straddling the body of the male angel.

Fiona recognized the male angel in front of her.

Level 1 power angel.

He only one angel’s wings and the body looked extremely weak, as if it was born malnourished.

That male angel was the Davis that Fiona had been thinking about day and night.

Although Fiona was very comfortable lying on Davis’ body, she quickly recognized the situation.

As she rushed in rashly, Davis hugged her tightly to protect her.

His head was hit many times, his back was roughly jolted about, and there were many abrasions all over his body.

Fiona was surprised.

She did not use much strength.

How could Davis have been hurt this badly?

It did not take her long to figure it out.

She was a level 9 virtue angel, about to break through to level 1 lord angel.

Poor Davis was only a weak level 9 archangel, and he had almost never gone out for formal training, so his body was naturally very weak.

Fiona believed that she had rushed toward the door with the intention of breaking it down.

The power hitting Fiona’s body was nothing, but when the power hit Davis’ body, it was a devastating blow.

The direct result was that Davis went into shock and lost the ability to move.

“Brother, what’s wrong? Wake up!” Fiona shouted at Davis in panic.

However, Davis only revealed an indiscernible curve at the corner of his mouth. He did not move at all, just like a corpse.

Even under Davis’ deliberate control, the temperature of his body was slowly decreasing.

This was done deliberately by Davis.

Before he opened the door, he had already anticipated Fiona’s actions and suppressed his own strength to the level of a level 9 archangel.

Then, Fiona rushed in as expected. The powerful impact directly caused Davis to be seriously injured.

Davis’ hidden strength was a level 9 archangel. Naturally, his life was not in danger.

However, his external injuries were more terrifying.

At least to Fiona, his injuries were fatal.

Davis’ less dominant arm was covered in bruises.

His white clothes were also not damaged.

What worried Fiona the most was the blood from Davis’ head that fell to the ground and dyed the clothes around his neck red.

At first glance, it looked like a murder scene.

Davis even played tricks. He activated his angel power, causing the blood flowing out of him to flow out even faster.

In any case, the blood that flowed out was just ordinary blood. There was no loss of angel power or demon power.

It was best to use it to tease the innocent Fiona.

Fiona really thought that she had killed Davis and instantly fell into despair.

“Brother… sister didn’t do it on purpose, I…”

Fiona was so anxious that she started to cry.

Not long after, she called out Davis’ name in despair.

“Davis, wake up, wake up, I… I like you… you haven’t heard what I said, so how can you die?!”

As a war angel saint, Fiona’s usual training was combat training, unlike other angels who would learn some healing spells.

However, she still had basic common sense.

At this time, she had to quickly stop the bleeding and do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on Davis.

Finally, when Davis was stable, she had to send him to the angel who had refined the holy healing spells as soon as possible.

However, there was one thing that troubled Fiona.

What should she use to bandage Davis?

In a moment of desperation, Fiona tore the white clothes on her body into long strips and used them as gauze for bandaging.

Then, she lifted Davis’ head and wrapped it round and round to prevent Davis from losing a lot of blood.

Then, Fiona immediately did mouth-to-mouth respiration on Davis.

Davis was secretly happy.

The angel’s lips, as compared to the human lips were more delicate, and more seductive.

To be able to kiss the war angel saint of Paradise Island, Davis had no regrets.

Then, Davis lowered his own body temperature a little.

In exchange, he got Fiona’s even more intense kiss and her chest pressed down onto his.

Fiona, as expected of the war angel saint had very strong hands.

On a few occasions, she almost pressed Davis to death.

However, Davis just endured, and continued to play dead.

Fiona felt that Davis’ body temperature was getting lower and lower, and her heart was getting more and more flustered.

She just desperately performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on Davis and kept calling his name.

“Davis, please wake up, quickly wake up…”

Two lines of hot tears fell onto Davis’ cold body.

Davis’ heart trembled.