Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Lin Yan's voice was calm, yet it resonated with authority, possessing an innate domineering aura.

Angel Yan's pretty face grew even paler.

Her slender body seemed as if a gentle breeze could blow her over; she had lost her former heroic bearing and domineering presence on the battlefield.

It does have a touch more gentleness.

"Yan is a defeated opponent; you may do as you please."

Angel Yan's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She resolutely accepted everything that fate had decreed for her.

If this really isn't her immortal male god.

Whatever.

It was just fate playing tricks, giving it to the wrong person.

This.

The same applies.

A big gamble.

The aura was so powerful that the entire building emitted a faint, cracking sound that made your teeth ache.

"Lin Yan."

Qi Lin grabbed Lin Yan's arm.

The rosy hue beneath his skin, like molten lava, slowly faded, returning him to his usual appearance. He could be indifferent to anyone, but Qi Lin was special.

To be honest, Qi Lin felt a pang of sympathy.

Especially Angel Yan's resolute expression, as if she were ready to die.

It moved her deeply.

Such a woman with stunning beauty shouldn't have died so easily. Qi Lin was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and she couldn't bear to see others suffer.

Perhaps this is an occupational hazard.

Qi Lin, who has always been a police officer, has always considered it her greatest mission to protect her country and safeguard the safety of the people.

Qi Lin tilted her head back, her eyes fixed on Lin Yan.

The voice was also exceptionally gentle.

"Lin Yan, let's take her in for a few days. Look at how weak she is, she probably can't even beat me right now."

"what ever."

Lin Yan lay lazily on the sofa.

After breakfast, Angel Yan sat quietly on the sofa to one side, her beautiful eyes looking at Lin Yan with a serene gaze, as quiet as if she didn't exist.

Angels are inherently proud and despise other inferior civilizations.

At this moment, Angel Yan no longer had that aloofness; instead, she seemed more like a well-behaved and sensible little sister.

That's power!

Lin Yan's imposing presence.

His power subdued the angel's arrogance.

"If you want to take my life, Yan is ready anytime. But... I have only one question: you didn't kill me the first time... why..."

Angel Yan was weak, and her lips were pale.

It even has a somewhat morbid appearance.

"Shut up."

Lin Yan said softly.

Angel Yan fell silent. For an angel with a divine body, the energy provided by human food was negligible.

but.

She still savored the simple meal slowly and carefully.

have.

The taste of everyday life.

Angel Yan had once heard the saying, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river." Back then, she was arrogant and indifferent, stubbornly giving the feather she thought was a gift to Lin Yan.

That's nothing more than a sense of superiority stemming from a higher civilization.

As it turns out, it was a joke.

Lin Yan is not from an inferior civilization; on the contrary, he possesses divine power capable of rivaling that of the Holy Keisha. Even if Angel Yan were to become a third-generation divine body, or even a fourth-generation divine body in its early stages, she would likely meet a tragic end.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; those who touch them will surely die. Phoenixes have thin necks that cannot be violated; those who offend them will surely perish.

"There's one thing I must remind you. Human society has its own rules for survival, and even if you're an angel, you still have to adapt to local customs."

Lin Yan closed his eyes to rest, and then spoke.

"You're now living under someone else's roof, so you must obey what I say. From now on, you'll be doing all the things Qilin does every day."

Qi Lin was walking out of the kitchen when she looked at Lin Yan in astonishment.

She almost burst out laughing.

"Of course, you can also choose to leave."

"Oh, by the way, breakfast costs 200 RMB."

Lin Yan added another sentence.

200 yuan for just breakfast? That's practically robbery. Qi Lin silently went into her room; she wouldn't get involved in such a thing.

This was the first time Angel Yan had ever felt so at a loss.

She was born 7000 years ago, from the Angel Nebula, and serves as the Holy Guardian - Left Wing. She is Angel Yan, one of the two guardians of the Judgment Angel, Holy Keisha.

Based on his high prestige and outstanding achievements, he was entrusted with important responsibilities by the Holy Keisha.

He will assist Annie Eld until she grows into the new Angel Queen.

Yan has had an innate sense of pride since childhood.

at this time.

But they had no answer.

"Lin Yan!"

She bit her lip lightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Yan with resentment.

What met his gaze was indeed a pair of cold, indifferent eyes, even more intimidating than those of the Holy Keisha.

Angels are proud and beautiful, and they would rather die than submit.

She never understood why Holy Keisha wanted her to stay on Earth. Was this a trial the Queen was giving her?

Lin Yan completely ignored Angel Yan.

Soon after, snoring could be heard.

He fell asleep without a care in the world.

"Come on, come on."

The guest room door opened a crack, and Qi Lin playfully waved. Angel Yan hesitated for a moment, but still went over.

The room is simply furnished.

Yet it exudes a warm feeling.

Angel Yan's tense heart relaxed, and she sat on the edge of the bed. Qi Lin, on the other hand, leaned against the side of the desk, smiling.

She recalled the scene of the angel's descent.

"Angel."

"The highest level of known biological civilization in the universe."

"They are so powerful it's despair-inducing."

"The angels descended upon Earth in such a grand manner without any warning, suddenly telling us that they were to carry out some kind of Heavenly Blade Judgment."

"You are holding long swords, and the situation is tense."

"The Earth is like meat on a chopping board."

"What may be justice for you is nothing but a calamity for us."

Qi Lin sighed softly.

She is actually a kind-hearted girl, and her innate hostility towards Angel Yan did not reach the level of hatred.

"Actually, you don't need to be so resistant."

"Lin Yan may seem cold, but actually he... I won't say anything more. If you want to stay here for the next few days, just follow my instructions."

"Also... your usual clothes won't do."

As Qilin spoke, she rummaged through her drawers and found a set of clothes.

She gestured a few times on Yan's body.

"Hmm, it's not bad."

"Change it quickly."

……

ten minutes later.

After all that fuss, Angel Yan had already changed her clothes. Qi Lin's gaze swept over Angel Yan, and she couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

She took Yan's arm and walked towards the door.

They are like two sisters with a close relationship.

"Go, get out."

at this time.

Lin Yan opened his eyes, still half asleep.

A moment.

A beautiful figure came into view.

Her skin, whiter than snow, and her slightly sickly yet gentle eyes, added to her delicate and refined features.

She wore a white dress that was both dreamlike and beautiful.

Long, white, lotus-root-like legs were revealed through the hem of the white dress...

"Hmm, not bad. Although my long skirt has turned into a mini-skirt. It seems... something is missing... Yes, I would definitely look more feminine in that."

Qi Lin revealed a meaningful smile.

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"Hmm, not bad. Although my long skirt has turned into a mini-skirt. It seems... something is missing... Yes, I would definitely look more feminine in that."

Qi Lin revealed a meaningful smile.

Compared to that aloof and arrogant angel, Angel Yan now seems quite nice. She's gentle and refined, with an elegant and graceful demeanor.

She does possess some of the gentle beauty of women from Jiangnan.

After several twists and turns.

When Angel Yan reappeared in the living room, Lin Yan was drinking tea. He choked and almost spat out the tea.

Black stockings covered her slender calves, and they were knee-high stockings.

This is practically a fantasy for some straight men.

……