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

What is it like living with an Archangel?

It's probably because I'm used to the steady heartbeat of another person in my apartment.

Michael would flood the entire apartment with divine power, as if marking his territory.The divine power was not threatening, but gently enveloped the entire apartment, and even the other people living in the apartment were affected by the divine power to become peaceful.

When divine power is not used as a weapon, it is the best bliss potion. People covered by divine power will become lucky and peaceful, and various attributes will be greatly improved.

This is why everyone tried their best to buy potions, drink holy water, and bow down to angel statues to get the gospel.

In the past two days, Clark and Ryan didn't become acquainted because they lived together. On the contrary, they basically didn't talk to each other.

No, it should be said that Clark will talk to Ryan, but Ryan always has an attitude of indifference. Occasionally, when Ryan thinks that the topic Clark forcibly picked up is funny, he will show a mocking expression to Clark.

Similarly, Ryan had little good things to say about Clark, and within a few days completely overturned Clark's impression of angels.

Of course, Ryan also has very quiet moments.

In the morning, all kinds of birds would sit outside the window of Clark's apartment and chirp.

These birds are all attracted by Michael. As the creation of God, the angel exudes gentle and holy divine power that will attract living species.

Even humans are attracted to it, but some people's desire to be attracted has been twisted maliciously.

Just like Lucifer, Lucifer can induce people's desires, which is not Lucifer's single ability.

All angels have such a blessing, it's just that the blessing that belongs to Lucifer is twisted and cursed.

Ryan spends a good chunk of each morning sitting on the balcony.

From the first ray of sunlight rising from the sky through the steel forest to Clark's balcony, until the sun has completely surpassed the skyline and climbed into the clear sky.

Ryan would sit on the balcony with a peaceful expression. He let out the three pairs of wings, and then gently combed the feathers on his wings with his hands. Some birds that were not afraid would land on Ryan's wings.

Clark never saw him drive them away, either.

Even one morning, when Clark ran back to the apartment in the morning, he saw a few birds nestled under Ryan's wings, with their eyes closed and their fur resting.

Ryan just quietly looked at the sun rising from the sky, motionless.

Although Ryan's attitude towards Clark was not as gentle as those small animals, Clark knew that Ryan was a very gentle person.

Occasionally Clark can also touch Ryan's wings, and for Clark to touch his wings.

Ryan didn't scold himself like the first time, he just glanced at Clark lightly, and yelled 'Get out' at Clark without any lethality.

Then he turned his back to Clark very decisively and showed his wings in front of Clark.

Regarding Ryan's behavior, Clark had secretly asked Diana that his friend had such troubles.

Diana looked at Clark with a half-smile, just when Clark thought Diana would directly expose his lie.

Diana told him it was a matter of integrity.

Clark found that when he combed Ryan's feathers, the white and soft feathers would stretch out and look fluffy.

Although Ryan always frowned when Clark touched his feathers, and occasionally scolded Clark for being careless, judging from the stretched feathers.

Clark thinks Ryan feels comfortable, but doesn't want to admit it.

Later, Clark went to a pet store to buy a brush and spent a hundred dollars to smooth out Lean's feathers. Ryan said that the brush was more comfortable than Clark's hand.

Clark was embarrassed to tell Ryan that it was actually a dog hair brush.

Clark knew that Ryan didn't stay in the apartment every day. After Clark left the apartment, Ryan would follow. Normally, he would come back very early, before Clark returned to the apartment after get off work.

Occasionally, Ryan would open the window and fold his wings to enter the apartment late at night.

Clark didn't want to monitor where Ryan went, that was Ryan's freedom.

Clark was only worried about Ryan, and the identity of the archangel would attract the attention of many forces, so Clark paid a little attention to Ryan's voice and heartbeat.

Some things did make him more concerned, such as a certain seraphim who often haunts major nightclubs.

So Ryan's amazing speech is because he's studying the speech of those people in the nightclub?

Remembering what Ryan asked him out of the blue last night, Clark, who was holding a pen to write a press release, rubbed his brows.

What Michael said to him last night, even now, Clark can't help but feel a little red in the face.

Seeing his colleague Louise approaching, Clark coughed lightly and retracted the erratic expression on his face.

He couldn't help but think in his heart that it was necessary for him to talk to the vice lord of the kingdom of heaven.

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The contact with Clark in the past few days has not allowed Ryan to gather a little bit of energy, which can only prove that Clark is very restrained to him.

Ryan looked at the small half of energy on the counting board and was a little speechless. In this small section of energy, a large part was increased when they first met, and the remaining small part was inhaled by Superman holding his wings that day.

Ryan reckoned that the energy of the first encounter was due to the fact that Michael's skin was so good-looking. Clark simply liked and admired Michael's skin, and had no unreasonable thoughts about him.

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The only good news is that Ryan has figured out Clark's character in the past few days with Clark.

Clark, a good man who is used to patience and is extremely gentlemanly.

Well, Ryan prefers to use a simpler word to describe him, a simple and honest straight man.

It's the type that even if a woman walks in front of him with her naked body, he will close his eyes and let the other person respect himself even if his face is blushing and his heart is beating.

To deal with this kind of people, Ryan can only take the initiative. Unless he clearly tells Clark that he can do this with actions or words, Clark will probably never take the initiative.

Tsk, there are types who are ruthless but not daring.

Thinking of this, Leanne opened Clark's closet. He squinted his long and narrow eyes, and his golden eyelashes formed a line with the golden eyes. His reddish fingertips ran across the neatly arranged clothes in the closet, and picked out A hoodie.

Ryan changed into Clark's clothes. Clark's clothes were too big for Ryan, especially the shoulders and sleeves. Ryan casually rolled up the sleeves and put on a hood to cover most of his features and conspicuous blond hair.

He set off in the direction where the system locates Rick Clark.

In the evening, the flames burned almost half of the sky, and the sky was dark and gloomy with thick smoke. Passers-by frowned and covered their noses and mouths with tissues or sleeves and walked quickly across the street.

The siren of the ambulance and the fire engine kept going.

Following the opposite direction of the flow of people, Ryan finally saw the burning building.

The building that caught fire was a [-]-story office building. There were a lot of paper materials piled up in the building. The fire covered the entire building in less than half an hour after the fire started. Similarly, because the floor was too high, the water guns of the firefighters could not Cool down for high-rise fire fighting.

The fire was so fierce that it had already broken through the glass and extended outwards, crackling.

There are crowds outside the cordon below the office building. Some are relatives of the trapped people. They cried and tried to cross the cordon and rushed into the office building, but were stopped by the police and firefighters. The mobile phone filmed this scene.

After a while, a blue figure flew out of the office building, it was Superman.

Superman's powerful arms hold the trapped people rescued from the office building, two people on the left and right.

He covered the trapped people with a special cloak, and the fire barely hurt them, but they were fainted by the smoke.

Almost at the moment when Superman got out of the office building, the crowd of onlookers shouted loudly. They excitedly called Superman's name. They were the most loyal believers of Superman.

Superman put the trapped person down, turned his head and flew into the office building again, like a blue lightning, and rescued several people after a while.

Just going back and forth a few times like this, Superman rescued all the trapped people in the entire building, and there were not many people in the office building at night.

Fortunately, due to the timely rescue, no one was killed, only two trapped people trapped on the upper floors were sent to emergency treatment due to shock caused by excessive smoke inhalation.

Superman took the water gun from the fireman and flew to the upper level to extinguish the flames.

People called Superman's name with one voice. The high-pitched and excited voice formed the most faithful and pious call. They raised their hands high, as if they could meet this high-ranking god who has an insurmountable distance from human beings.

Seeing that there was nothing he needed to do, Clark looked around and prepared to leave as usual.

The sky-colored eyes of Superman collided with a pair of pure golden eyes that were not human.

Clark was a little dazed. He naturally recognized who these eyes came from. In this world, who else would have such eyes except Michael, the vice-lord of the kingdom of heaven who was admired by all people and unattainable? eye.

Every time he met those eyes, Clark would have a throbbing feeling..

This time it was deeper.

Ryan was wearing a slightly larger dark gray pullover, his blond hair was tucked into the hood, and two or three strands of hair mischievously fell on the angel's plump forehead.

There was not much expression on that delicate and overly holy face, but it showed a bit of tenderness and favor under the light of the fire.

Clark could recognize the gray hoodie Ryan was wearing as his clothes, or more than that, the clothes Ryan was wearing were the ones Clark most often wore besides work clothes and Superman uniforms.

Ryan was wearing his clothes.

This information almost made Clark's brain explode, and it was difficult for him to distinguish whether he was more delighted or more surprised now.

Afterwards, Ryan narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and the tip of his rosy tongue quickly brushed across Danse's lower lip, and his lips parted slightly, opening and closing.

"Superman." He was calling Superman's name, his voice overlapping with fanatical Superman believers.

The cold and smiling voice fell into Clark's ears accurately amidst the noisy voices, and Clark's ears turned red from burning.

"Clark." Ryan didn't yell out this sentence, but just called silently, but it seemed that another voice reached Clark's ears.

Clark froze in mid-air, he stared blankly at Ryan who was still laughing below, at this moment it seemed that all sound disappeared from his ears, and he could only hear his happy heartbeat that was beating faster and faster.

Boom, boom, boom.

Both he and it were moved by Michael's actions, actions, words, and smiles.