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

I saw that the Deputy Lord of the Kingdom of Heaven, who had maintained an unattainable appearance just now, had pulled out his blond hair tied into a ponytail at some point.

He casually rubbed the golden and smooth hair, making it look a little messy, his fair cheeks were quickly stained with a thin layer of red, and the corners of his eyes were even redder.

The pair of clear golden eyes that are alienated and can be subconsciously avoided by all guilty people are covered with water mist, and the red lips are slightly opened to reveal the clean tooth surface inside.

Ryan grabbed the wine glass and casually poured the wine on the expensive suit on his body.Immediately afterwards, the wine on the clothes was evaporated with divine power, leaving only the mellow aroma of wine.

After doing all this, Ryan lay back on the sofa, half-closed his eyes.

serene.

Lucifer slowly knocked out a question mark.

Clark didn't know that this was the territory of the devil, let alone that Lucifer, the lord of hell, opened a nightclub in the world, and the coordinates were right in front of him.

Because the fact that Lucifer came to the world is a secret, and only a very few people know about it, such as those on the magic side. The reason why the secret is a secret is precisely because it cannot be said.

Constantine will not tell these secrets to the Justice League, he has reservations about the Justice League.

So Clark just knocked on the door politely.

After getting permission, Clark walked into this unopened nightclub——

Clark came here chasing Michael's heartbeat.

Clark had never been to this kind of place, and he thought that there were only a few staff members in the nightclub that hadn't opened yet, preparing for the night's opening.

It wasn't until he entered the nightclub that he noticed the glamorous people in all kinds of clothes.

Clark in a T-shirt looked out of place, like a lamb among wolves.

But demons are not wolves, and Clark is not a lamb.

This still inevitably made Clark a little restrained, and he saw Ryan collapsed on the sofa at a glance.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief. There were too many empty glasses on the table, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, which became more intense as he approached Ryan.

Lying halfway on the sofa, Ryan's posture was relaxed. His blond hair, which was always neat and smooth, was somewhat messy. His overhanging face was stained with thin red, and his red lips were slightly raised. His eyes were narrowed. It was Clark Like never seen before.

Ryan was drunk.

Seeing Clark, Ryan let out a soft snort, and he stretched out his arms to Clark.

Clark held Ryan's hand kindly and pulled him up. Immediately afterwards, he put his arms around Ryan's waist and hugged him in his arms.

"You drank so much?" Clark frowned, and he didn't smell the strong smell of alcohol until he held Ryan in his arms.

Leanne leaned against Clark softly, his full lips brushed Clark's cheek unintentionally and stopped in Clark's ear, he smiled lowly, breathed out the smell of alcohol, and his drunken voice seemed a bit hoarse and nasal

He whispered Clark's name.

"Clark."

Almost instantly, Clark's ears were blushed, and then his entire cheeks and neck became red.

Lucifer watched this scene expressionlessly.

He understood why Michael snorted softly when he said that Michael drank like water, so he drank so much wine and poured wine on himself at the end just to pretend that he was drunk .

Just to pretend to be drunk in front of Superman..?

Lucifer looked at Ryan, who was curled up in Superman's arms, with subtle eyes.

Clark hugged Ryan, he looked up, his eyes paused when he noticed Lucifer, he immediately thought of something, and then his eyes became a little vigilant.

Sensing that Clark had recognized his identity.

Lucifer withdrew the slightly subtle expression on his face, he shrugged and raised his lips. "Don't look at me like that, Superman, it's his own drink."

Lucifer chooses to directly reveal Clark's identity, which can prove to Lucifer that he has no malice towards Superman, and it can also tell Superman that he knows Clark's hidden identity and the existence of the Justice League.

Superman dare not act rashly.

Sure enough, after Lucifer finished speaking, Clark subconsciously clenched Ryan's waist.

Clark nodded, and he said stiffly, "If there's nothing else, I'll take Michael and leave."

Lucifer: "Please feel free."

While Clark turned around with Michael.

Lucifer spoke again, this time in a low tone, with a hint of teasing and pleasure. "Michael, you won't be tempted by human beings, will you?"

Hearing this, Clark subconsciously raised his heart, saying that he didn't expect Ryan's answer to be false, and if he couldn't get a reply from Ryan, Clark glanced at Ryan with some anxiety, only to find that the golden head had already disappeared. Hanging for a while.

He passed out.

Clark pursed his lips helplessly, and couldn't help rubbing the archangel's smooth hair.

Well, he'll always get a chance to ask.

After Clark and Ryan left.

Lucifer withdrew the smile on his face, he was holding the wine glass thoughtfully, his face looked a little cloudy under the bright and dark lights.

The female demon who had been staying behind Lucifer couldn't help asking: "Your Highness, is Michael crazy? What is he thinking?"

Lucifer provoked a faint smile, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

"I haven't seen it in a thousand years. Michael's changes are amazing. Even I can't figure out what he is thinking."

"Then, Your Highness, do you want to make this deal with him?"

"of course."

The female demon hurriedly said: "Your Highness, what if this is a new conspiracy that the Lord instructed Michael to target you. I think you can think about it before..."

Lucifer raised a hand to signal the female demon to stop her words.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "Conspiracy? No."

He recalled Michael's calm tone and the always flat expression on his face when he said the words that stunned all the demons including Michael.

Lucifer, who is good at digging people's hearts, didn't catch the slightest trace of lying in Michael. The arrogant Lucifer didn't think that Michael, who had just come to the world less than ten days ago, had the talent to deceive him.

So Michael is serious.

The same Michael's words made Lucifer feel a crisis. The Michael who was always indifferent in his impression was no longer what he remembered, which meant that he would face a completely unfamiliar Michael.

"Then you..."

"As he wishes."

Lucifer played with his fingers, raised his lips in a careless way, and the words he spit out were extremely indifferent, with some discomfort in them.

"Since Michael wants me to kill him, as an elder brother, I should satisfy him well."

"No matter what Michael is up to, this is a bloody business for hell."

What harm does it do hell to kill the viceroy of heaven?Obviously not.As for what Michael wants to do, it is not within the scope of Lucifer's consideration for the time being, he will know sooner or later, won't he?

But Lucifer is not as simple as satisfying Michael. Demons always keep their promises, but they are villains and a collection of evil. Wouldn't it be too bad to make a deal with Michael like this.

His crazy 'brother'.

Maybe hell would be a better fit for Michael than heaven.

There was a dark light in Lucifer's red eyes, he had some other thoughts, he evoked an evil smile, what if Michael was transformed into a fallen angel?

...

...

"...Clark?" The somewhat hoarse and unexpectedly familiar voice made Ryan, who was lying in Clark's arms and pretending to be drunk, suddenly stop.

Clark raised his eyes, and what caught his eyes was his friend's son, Bluehaven's blue bird.

The always cheerful young man was not as bright as before. His hair was disheveled, his face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot. He wore a crumpled police uniform and held a motorcycle in one hand.

Clark knew why Dick was the way he was.

Clark sighed for the child he had taken care of. "Dick, you should take a break."

"I know." Dick blinked wearily, and he replied in a hoarse voice: "But I can't, as soon as I close my eyes, I will think of Ryan."

"You should learn to let it go, Dick. Otherwise you'll just keep suffering."

Ryan: It's exciting, the person he can't let go of now has changed his skin and is right in front of it.

"How can I put it down?" Dick couldn't help raising his volume.

"Plane crash? No, it's not that simple. This is clearly a conspiracy against Ryan, everyone wants to hurt him, except me..."

"I'll find them, all the people who hurt him, all—" Dick's voice trembled violently.

"I should have listened to Damian and imprisoned him so he couldn't leave me."

Dick's words made a sea king paralyzed in Clark's arms tremble, and Clark looked down at Ryan, whose face was blushing and eyes closed tightly.

Dick caught Clark's gaze and followed it.

"Is this...?" Dick's voice grew louder.

Ryan subconsciously held his breath.

"Michael?"

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.

"you know?"

Dick smiled. "The whole Chaoying knows about you and Michael."

Clark smiled awkwardly and changed the subject. "what are you doing here?"

Dick withdrew his smile, and his expression became a little cloudy and uncertain. "I have to ask the owner of 'lux' something, maybe he will know about the killer who chased Ryan."

"Good luck."

After Dick left, Clark shook his head. Dick Grayson was so obsessed with a dead person that he would only hurt himself. People should be positive.

It's just not clear why Michael's heart was beating so fast.

Clark, who put Ryan into the co-pilot, went around into the main driver. He subconsciously increased the temperature of the air conditioner in the car, and then his strong body squeezed through the gap between the seats and grabbed the blanket on the back seat.

After falling asleep, Michael lost his usual cold and prickly demeanor. He leaned quietly on the seat, looking extremely obedient.

Clark gently draped the blanket over Ryan.

After doing all this, Clark suddenly remembered that Michael would not be affected by the temperature of the world, and even the clothes on his body were designed to make him more suitable for human beings.

But Clark didn't choose to take it off again, just kept it as it was.

Clark drove the drunken Michael back. While Clark was concentrating on driving, he couldn't help but peek at Ryan with a hidden gaze.

Until just now, Clark looked at Ryan, who had woken up at some point and was staring out the window with his eyes open.

Under the dim headlights, Ryan's face looked extremely pale.

Clark was startled, and immediately looked away. He squeezed the steering wheel tightly. If he hadn't relaxed his strength so fast, he might have already unscrewed the steering wheel.

It wasn't because he was taken aback by Ryan, but because he was nervous when he was found peeking at Ryan many times.

Clark watched Ryan secretly through the rearview mirror with some embarrassment, and Ryan also turned his gaze to Clark at this time.

The atmosphere in the car became a little awkward, and it was clear that he was not in such a state when getting along with Ryan before.

Clark asked, "Are you awake?" Oh, my God.What crap is he talking about.

Ryan struggled to sit up, and couldn't get up for a while because of drunken dizziness, and finally he gave up and leaned on the seat.

He put his hand on his forehead, his voice a little nasal. "Um."

"There's someone in the bar who looks a lot like you." Clark said casually. "If you both have the same hair and eye color, I almost think you two are brothers."

Ryan lowered his eyes halfway, piercing Clark's temptation a little lazily.

"As you think, be confident, Big Blue. He is Lucifer."

"What are you doing with him?"

Hearing Clark's almost questioning words, Ryan raised his eyes and glanced at Clark.

Maybe in the next second he and his car will be overturned by angry Ryan, Clark thought after he finished speaking.

Clark is aware of the disqualification in his words. During his contact with Ryan these days, he deeply understands how capricious this six-winged angel's character is.

In what capacity did he question Ryan?

Regarding the relationship between the two of them, Ryan never mentioned a word.

But Ryan just glanced at Clark, who curled his blond hair with his fingers.

"Warn him and keep his demons from coming to heaven to make trouble."

Clark didn't know whether what Ryan said was true or not, but it still made him feel unavoidably happy.

All Clark wanted was for Ryan to be honest with him. As for whether it was the truth, he would choose to believe what Ryan said.

But it's a pity that the archangel of this set of skins didn't tell the truth to Clark, he was just a scumbag with no feelings.