[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Clark tied the robbers, whom he had knocked unconscious with a hand knife, together with twine.

He looked up, and the Archangel was still sitting quietly on the chair, clearly restrained by others, he still maintained a dignified and elegant manner, and the embarrassment seemed to never really convince him.

Lai waited quietly, the sound of Superman's steady footsteps passed him and walked behind him, the pair of callused, warm hands rubbed against his wrist, and untied the rope for him.

Somehow Ryan remembered the feeling of the wings being touched by this big hand before, the feeling of being grabbed by someone and being branded with the warmth of a man.

Then the familiar wrist exploded like an electric shock, even just touching his wrist, this situation is not good.

Something even worse happened, he could feel the itching and ready to move from his shoulder blades.

His soul, the symbol of his power, was to escape his control.

Sure enough, three pairs of soft and tough white wings suddenly drilled out from the shoulder blades, and slapped Superman's body and face.

The soft and comfortable feathers rubbed against Superman's cheeks, it didn't hurt, the feathers fluttered with the wind and Superman was a little itchy, he stretched out his hands to wrap around those wings that fluttered freely in the air.

When the three pairs of wings were folded, they could be hugged by Clark. The warm and soft wings seemed to attract Clark.

Clark held Ryan's wings in a mysterious way and took a deep breath.

The white and soft wings carry a pure and strong rose fragrance.

Clark vaguely recalled that in the literature provided by Gabriel, it was mentioned that Michael lived in the upper realm, the place where the holy water originated in the deepest part of the clouds, from the golden palace covered by the forest of roses.

Isn’t Michael the rose that Jehovah loves most?

While Clark sucked heavily, the three pairs of wings that were still struggling just now, together with his master, stopped moving.

Ryan maintained a struggling posture and remained motionless, with one hand still holding the black cloth that had just been torn from his face, incredible shock and subtlety appeared on his outstanding face.

His eyebrows were high, his lips were slightly parted, and his golden eyes trembled slightly.

The originally fair cheeks quickly turned a thin layer of red.

His wings are being hugged into a warm embrace, but this time his wings don't have the obvious meaning of resistance and rejection like last time.

The repulsion turned into a subtle tingling sensation, as if someone was gently massaging his wings.

They enjoyed this warm hug from the Kryptonian very much.

Embrace his wings?

The Archangel is a bit tasteful.

Half a minute later, Clark, who had had enough wings, suddenly remembered that Ryan didn't like others touching his wings, so he stiffly let go of the frayed wings that had been moved by him.

Calmly glanced at Ryan, who was facing away from him, Ryan shrunk his shoulders, clenched his fists, and looked like he was about to get angry, except that the ears under the golden hair were flushed.

This made Clark breathe a sigh of relief.

He coughed lightly, and went around to help Ryan untie the rope on his feet.

Ryan has returned to his expressionless posture. He did not express his opinion on Clark's behavior just now, nor did he say a word.

"How did you get kidnapped?" Clark asked with some doubts, well, he was trying to find a topic.

Ryan glanced at Clark lightly. "Because I can't hurt humans?" Because I'm waiting for you.

After speaking, Ryan couldn't help but sneered.

"All my actions that may harm human beings will be rejected, whether it is divine power or physical actions." Ryan's voice was smiling, but there was no emotion.

"So there's nothing I can do when the gun is on my back." Not that he could easily avoid these people if he wanted to.

Clark was silent, he didn't know what to say.

At the auction, the angel of justice, desecrated by men, pointed his blade at the sinner in a burning rage, and then found himself deprived of the right to punish the sinner.

Clark was relieved, these sinners should be punished by the law they deserve.

His teammate Batman has the opposite attitude with him. Batman is used to being a private law judge. He will not let criminals escape legal punishment, but he will carry out illegal violence against violence.

If it wasn't for the purpose of the seraphim burning with divine fire to kill those sinners, I'm afraid Batman wouldn't have stopped the seraphim from taking action to deal with those guys.

Batman believes that sinners deserve to be punished.

The law won't teach them a lesson, the fist will.

Clark couldn't help thinking again, but isn't Michael the angel of justice who judges evil?He is not the law.

Now Michael, who is an angel of justice, is constantly being blasphemed and hurt by human beings. He can't do anything, even basic self-defense.

This is Clark thinking too much. If Ryan wanted to, he could easily escape without hurting the robbers. He didn't do this just because he was going to use the robbers to lure Superman.

As for what Clark would imagine, Ryan didn't care at all.

Clark looked away. "You should find a place to rest."

Michael looks too eye-catching, looks clean and harmless, and is a target that many bad guys will pick, in every way.

So if Michael didn't want to be troubled endlessly, he might have to find a place to rest.

"Where is the place where I can rest? Where is Gabriel? Gabriel has long been lost. I have observed Gabriel in the upper realm. If I ask him for help, I am afraid that more troubles will come to me. "

"I have no doubt that Gabriel will let me take over Lucifer's place in the world. My father managed to maintain the balance of the Three Realms. Gabriel's trouble-making mentality has long been engraved into his soul. Those of you who have dealt with him should know...?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a little aggressive.

Lean's words were true and false, Gabriel did not dare to let Michael do things for him, and similarly, he did not dare to try to anger the Lord, given that he had been deprived of two pairs of wings.

Clark smiled, he looked a little too handsome without the black rustic glasses.

How could he tell Ryan that he never actually dealt with Gabriel?The magicians Constantine and Zatana of the Justice League have always dealt with the existence of the other two realms.

Constantine and Gabriel are 'old acquaintances', and this old acquaintance is an old acquaintance on the bad side.

Constantine has pitted Gabriel more than once, and Gabriel has also punished Constantine.

This time, Constantine also paid a high price for obtaining the documents about Michael, the Lord of Light, from Gabriel. Get cheated by Gabriel.

Looking at it this way, it is indeed not a good way for Michael to find Gabriel.

Constantine can help, but this scumbag never lets himself suffer, he will definitely try his best to abduct Michael into bed.

Thinking of this, Clark had a headache.

It shouldn't be a problem if we just let Michael live in his apartment...?

Against Batman's warning to keep him out of trouble, Clark said uncertainly, "If you don't mind? Do you want to stay at my house first?"

Ryan raised his eyelids, and finally made sense of this dead straight man.

Ryan glanced sideways at Clark. He first raised his eyebrows and looked at Clark carefully.

Unable to see the mood, he paused for a moment.Just when Clark thought Ryan would refuse.

Ryan dragged his tune, his golden eyes were filled with emotions that Clark couldn't understand, and he replied slowly: "Your honor."

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know that he had been thoroughly calculated by the big leather angel in front of him.

Immediately after, Ryan folded one of the wings over, and his white hand stretched out towards the folded wing, his knuckle fingers flicked and searched in the pure white feathers.

A little while.

Ryan pulled out a pure white plump feather from his wings, and he handed the feather as long as his forearm to Clark.

Clark took the feather, the feather exuded a soft light, it was still filled with divine power, the end of the feather was quite soft, but the outside was extremely sharp——

This is a tail feather that assists in flight.

When a small bird is cut off a few tail feathers on the outside of its wings, it cannot fly again until the tail feathers are fully grown.It takes a very long time for the tail feathers to regrow.

While Clark doesn't know if the same is true for angels, the composition of the wings is certainly not much different.

What's more, the wings of angels are a part of the soul and a symbol of their strength. Angels cherish their wings very much and hate anyone touching them.

Ryan is willing to tear off a tail feather and give it to him?This was more expensive than any present Clark had ever received.

Clark was flattered and said, "Is this for me?"

"Of course." Ryan nodded and added, "It's rent."

"Thank you." Clark put away the feather.

"You're welcome." Ryan said, paused and smiled politely: "You were the one who caught it."

This is the feather that Clark accidentally pulled off in the cage.

To Ryan, the loss of a feather is insignificant, and what impact it will have on the real Archangel Michael is out of Ryan's consideration.

Clark:  …

Seeing that Clark's expression became tangled and embarrassed, Ryan couldn't help but grinned. He reached out to pat Superman on the shoulder, but found that he seemed to be half a head shorter than a god on earth, so he could only reluctantly step on his feet and pat him. Pat Clark on the shoulder.

Clark thought of something again. He turned his hand, and it was the watch that belonged to Ryan that he found from the robber just now, and he handed it to Ryan.

Ryan stared at the watch for a while, but couldn't remember that it was the watch he wore on his hand before, and the clothes on his body were all created by him imitating human outfits with divine power.

He is learning about humans.

Ryan reached out and grabbed the pocket watch, then he pursed his lips and smiled.

"God on earth, now I'm yours." Ryan's voice was low and gentle, as if it didn't have any hint of beauty.

It's as if there is nothing wrong with his words, and it won't make anyone think too much.

Clark choked on Ryan's words, and the saliva choked his throat, causing him to cough intermittently. He couldn't help thinking about what Ryan said for a second.

He glanced at Ryan in shock, and the Archangel looked up at him, his golden eyes wrapped in long golden eyelashes were pure and clean.

"...Who did you hear that from?"

Ryan answered honestly: "In the alley, I saw a man give $10 to a woman, and the woman told the man."

Clark was silent for a moment, and he reached out and grabbed Ryan's shoulder. "Don't say such things in the future."

If Jehovah knew that his most beloved archangel had learned badly in the world, maybe he would think something.

Ryan stared at Clark, his golden eyes turned around, as if he had some bad idea, he chuckled and didn't speak.