[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

Clark wiped away the tears on Rorschach's face with his thumb, and his thick black and heroic eyebrows were deeply frowned: "Why are you crying?"

Rorschach trembled in his hands.He trembled violently, trembling all over, like a hare caught by a hunter.

He lowered his eyelids, and the eyelashes wetted by tears condensed into locks, sticking wetly to the lower eyelids. "...I just,? Don't want to part with them. I don't want Mom and Dad to leave me." He said between Clark's hands.

Clark sighed.

He hugged Rorschach, and stroked Rorschach's cheek without saying a word.He was thoughtful, anxious about the worries of this little lover in his heart. His love for Rorschach was like a rising tide at sunset, bit by bit submerging the dam erected by the sea.

He is constantly making concessions to Rorschach.

They walked back to Justice League headquarters in silence.

The lights were on all night in the headquarters, and Clark landed on the landing pad dedicated to the members of the alliance, and released Rorschach.

Rorschach's foot stepped on a huge circle of asphalt, and Clark stood in the center of the area staring at him, then let go of his wrist.

"Rorschach," he seemed to be encouraging him, "do you want to try turning into an angel beast? I think you haven't evolved into an angel beast for a long time."

Rorschach looked up at him in surprise, his shoulders shrugged, "...can I?"

Clark nodded gravely.

Rorschach stood in front of Clark, rubbing his toes against the ground helplessly.

Do you really want to...evolve?

He opened his arms slightly, the strangeness of evolution in front of Clark for the first time made him uncomfortable, but he still imagined the appearance of an angel beast in his heart,? Afterwards, dazzling white light shot from every inch of his skin burst out.

His body was covered by a white robe, black hair faded and elongated, turned into brilliant blond hair up to his waist, white wings sprouted from his back, his head was covered with a white holy crown with wings on both sides, and the sword of judgment in his hand was sharp Bitter.

... He chose to evolve into a priest form.

In this form, the height of the angel beast is not so oppressive, and only one of the four pairs of silver wings has grown out, and the armor has become a white robe, which is lighter and more approachable than the battle form of the holy angel beast.

He approached Clark and was at eye level with Clark. Clark smiled at him and held his hand: "I'll take you to relax."

Clark floated upwards, and the white cloak fluttered softly behind him. Rorschach raised his head, and the wings behind him flapped gently, grabbed Clark's hand, and followed.

Together they fly into the starry night sky.

Two white figures rose in the air, and Clark slowed down, waiting for Rorschach to catch up with him. He took Rorschach's hand and led him through the clouds.

Those clouds were cold droplets of water and mist, and as they flew through the clouds, Rorschach's hair was wet against his face, and Clark stopped to help him straighten the clumps of hair.

Clark sat on a cloud and held him, while Rorschach covered them with white wings, in which he took off his hat.

It turns out that under the crown that covers most of the face of the angel beast, it has a face with balanced and symmetrical features, clean and simple lines, precise and sacred like a genderless god.

His eyebrows and eyelashes are very pale gold, and his blue eyes are pure baby blue—these eyes are Rorschach's eyes.

Rorschach held the hat and brushed away the broken hair sticking to his face. Clark watched quietly, reaching out to help him pick up a missing strand of hair from time to time.

Clark's fingers rubbed against his face, dry and itchy.Luo Xia turned his head away and said anxiously: "Now you can even see what I look like when I become an angel beast. You are the only person in this world who has seen my face."

Clark smiled and said: "But to me, your appearance is the least important thing. I will love you no matter what you become. Even if you become a completely different stranger, I can stand in the crowd To find this soul I love at a glance."

Rorschach slowly lowered his hand, and huge white wings spread out behind him.

He seemed to be touched, and looked at Clark, "... Even if I am a child, a teenager, a young man, an old man, even if I am just a kitten, can you still find me?"

"I can," Clark held his hand, "No matter what you look like, I will be with you for the rest of your life."

"Then me too, even if you get older, even if you have gray hair, I can still recognize you and be with you," Rorschach leaned on Clark, his eyes sparkling, "Hey... I will be an old man by then, and when I see you, I will ask, Mr. Kent, why are you an old man? How old are you this year?"

He giggled, turned over, touched Clark's white hair at the temples with his fingers, and kissed the gray hair distressedly, "We two old men can't dislike each other by then~"

Clark grabbed his wrist with a smile and said, "Don't worry, even if you become an old man, you will definitely be the most handsome old man in the world. How could I dislike you?"

"No, no, no, you will be the most handsome old man in the world," Rorschach slyly changed back to his original boyish appearance, his wrist shrunk a circle as a result, and he easily pulled it out of Clark's hand , "I will be the most personable, humorous and wise old man! That's the kind of old man who always wakes up the protagonist with his wise words at the last moment in the movie!"

Clark burst out laughing, he put his arms around Rorschach's waist, hugged Rorschach into his arms, and echoed: "Yes, yes, you will be Gandalf, Dumbledore, old Spock—"

His voice became lower and lower, and the faces of the two of them got closer and closer, and the tip of their tall nose almost touched Rorschach's.

Rorschach's face was flushed, his heart was beating fast, he and Clark were face to face, so close that they could feel Clark's thick black eyelashes were about to sweep over his face, the two breathed intertwined, and their movements were still This moment.

They both found their eyes in each other's blue eyes.

"Clark..." Rorschach whispered, complaining, "Why don't you kiss me?"

——We are so close, and we still don't kiss each other, isn't this a waste of time and atmosphere?

A deep chuckle came from Clark's chest.Wrapping the back of Rorschach's head with his palm, he explained: "I'm sorry, I just watched you too fascinated. Do you know, there seems to be a whole universe in your eyes."

Rorschach was too shy by what he said, "No, no, it's not that exaggerated!" He denied it indiscriminately with his mouth, and his moist lips were full and kneaded like flowers, but Clark kissed them.

Clark's tongue was warm and powerful, touching the tip of his tongue in his mouth, and the numbing current passed through his body from head to toe. Clark's cloak, let out a small murmur: "Mmmmmmm..."

The two were hiding in the clouds, Rorschach kept the wings of an angel beast, and the white wings were trembling. Clark rubbed the bottom of the wing with his hand, combed his fingers between the feathers and scraped gently, his fingers touched the feathers, Rorschach Just shake, like a nerve reflex.

"Don't play with my wings!" Rorschach patted Clark's arm, and Clark immediately withdrew his hand, but when his fingers left the dense wing feathers, they still inevitably touched a few feathers. Rorschach trembled all over, and his face flushed red. , "Stop playing...it really feels weird..."

He simply took the wings back, and Clark hugged him and coaxed, "Your wings are beautiful, it's not surprising at all."

"It's not that strange," Rorschach held back his pink face, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he pulled Clark by the collar, "Go, go to the Fortress of Solitude..."

Clark grabbed his hand and lifted it up, pressed it on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "No."

"We're back to Kansas." Clark pecked the edge of his jaw.

……

As a result of messing around anytime and anywhere, Rorschach asked his employer for three days' leave in one breath.

Oh, it was Clark who personally went to the store to find the boss to ask for leave. Their chubby middle-aged boss, Mr. John Marcus, almost fell off the book ladder when he saw Clark walking into the bookstore.

Clark was gentle and humble. He said that because of Rorschach's health, he had to rest for a few days before returning to work.

Mr. Marcus nodded in agreement hastily, not daring to raise any objections.

So, when Luo Xia went back to work again, he found that the employer's attitude towards him was unnaturally good: not only did he not let him do heavy work such as moving books, boxes and inventory, but he was also seriously asking for his opinion. , and asked him if he thought their five o'clock off-duty time was too late.

Rorschach: "No, please make me a qualified laborer! Our off-duty time is not late at all. If you need, I can work overtime until nine o'clock in the evening at any time."

Mr. Marcus kept wiping his sweat with a towel: "Well...Actually, our bookstore...has no customers. I think it will close at three o'clock in the afternoon, haha, hahaha."

He smiled forcedly.

Rorschach looked at him suspiciously: "But we still have some small customers who will stay in the store until dinner."

Mr. Marcus looked up at the sky: "Uh, well, then you still get off work at five o'clock in the future? Do you have any objection?"

"I'd be happy to work for you." Rorschach scratched his head.

He likes to work in a bookstore. Half of the bookstore is devoted to comic books. Many children and teenagers come to the bookstore to read and meet in the afternoon. He occasionally meets some science fiction fans who can chat with him. Everyone is talented, and they speak nicely. He really likes staying here!

On Monday afternoon, he was sorting out the books on the cabinet in the bookstore as usual. Billy Bateson came to look for him in the store, winked at him mysteriously, put his hand in the satchel, and asked him: "Hey, guess what? What did you find?"

Billy has brown-black hair. Although his facial features have not yet grown, he has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a straight nose. He is a likable child at first glance.

——This member of the Justice League, who is only 16 years old now, has established a deep friendship with Rorschach in just a few months.

When they discovered Billy's abilities and invited him to join the Justice League, Billy was just a 12-year-old kid.However, as long as he yells "Shazam", he can transform into an adult man Shazam with the power of the gods.His power is magical, and even Clark would be wary of the power of his blows.

Fortunately, Billy chose to side with Clark.He has regarded Superman as his idol since he was a child, and like most of the Justice League, he believes that they are on the right path.

But because he was still young, they didn't give him too many tasks. Most of the time, Billy stayed in the Justice League with nothing to do. Compared with a real combat power, he was more like a mascot of the League.

His boredom ended the day Rorschach arrived at Alliance headquarters.

He and Rorschach hit it off right away, and the two of them were head to head, chatting all afternoon about comics, cartoons, and sci-fi films from the golden age, until Clark came back and forced the two of them back to their respective rooms to rest.

Luo Xia put down the book, stroked his chin and guessed, "Could it be that you... found that Batman special issue that Legend forgot to blacken?"

Billy was startled, and his eyes widened: "I didn't!" He looked around and saw that there were only two seven or eight-year-old boys playing around in the store, so he boldly took out the bag from his satchel. His mysterious treasure--

A misshapen cartridge case that was crushed by external force.

"The bullet that hit Superman!! I entrusted Barry Allen to pick it up for me from the battlefield! Barry assures me [-]% that the bullet fell from Superman's chest. Then I sneaked it into my pocket with the speed force... Oh my God, look at this flattened fold, this is the medal for hitting the Man of Steel!" Billy said excitedly.

Rorschach:?

He couldn't help looking at Billy with loving eyes, as if he saw himself on Xin Ersi - frantically collecting everything around the idol, not even leaving a small keychain.

But now he could proudly hold up his right hand to Billy, then blow on the finger showing off, and say to him, "See this hand? It's the hand that beat Superman."

Billy gave him a blank look: "This is different! This kind of bullet is a work of art, a collection, and a battle medal! You don't know how much a fidelity bullet has been sold on the black market..."

Rorschach raised his eyebrows, unable to bear to expose Billy's idol worship of Superman, his hand has not only hit Superman's hand...

Just when he was wandering in the sky, there was a loud "bang" beside him.Both he and Billy were taken aback and subconsciously turned their heads.

It turned out that the two chasing little boys accidentally bumped into a small disc rack, and the discs were scattered all over the floor. A brown-haired little boy fell to the ground, raised his head and stared blankly for a few seconds, then followed up with his mouth. Once again, his facial features wrinkled, and a loud cry broke out. "Wow——it hurts——!!" The little boy was crying loudly, and Rorschach hurried over and picked him up from the ground: "It's okay, it's okay, did you fall somewhere? Did you fall on your forehead? Let Let me see, good boy, is there any pain?"

The little boy's tears flowed out like broken pearls, and his crying was loud.Luo Xia's eardrums were tight from his crying, and he anxiously checked the boy's up and down, but luckily he didn't find any broken skin, only his forehead was slightly red.

"Don't cry, don't cry, it won't hurt if I blow it to you." Luo Xia comforted him gently, blowing on his forehead, "It won't hurt if you blow it, it's okay baby, it won't hurt soon .”

Holding the little boy in his arms, he said to Billy next to him, "There is an ice bag in the small refrigerator at the door, Billy, go and get it for me."

Billy nodded, turned around and ran to help get the ice pack, while Rorschach kept comforting the little boy: "It's okay, little warrior, I'll apply the ice pack for you and it won't hurt anymore."

On the other side, the little blond boy who accidentally let the little brown-haired boy wrestle, his big eyes were also full of tears, pattering down.

The little blond boy was obviously in a panic. After the shelf fell down, the discs were scattered all over the floor. The room looked quite messy. He looked here, then there, and finally he was busy coaxing the little brunette. The boy's Rorschach couldn't help but open his mouth and cry loudly: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" !!"

The crying of the two boys was like a competition, one after another.

Rorschach was one head and two older, and he was still comforting little Eddie in his arms. Who would have thought that the frightened little blond boy, Garcia, would cry louder than Eddie, so he reluctantly took the ice pack from Billy. , and then quickly said to Billy: "Go and coax Garcia."

Billy could only bite the bullet and go on.

He was still a child himself, so how could he know how to comfort a crying child.He would just squat down with stiff hands and feet, and wipe Garcia's tears with a napkin: "Don't cry... We know you didn't mean it..."

"Woooooooooo!! I made Eddie wrestle, woooooo, hiccup, wooooooow, I did something bad, the ruling army will take me away, woooooo!" Garcia cried out of breath Take a breath.

Billy frowned: "You didn't do anything bad, you just accidentally pushed Eddie down, the ruling army won't catch you, we only catch bad guys."

It’s okay if he didn’t say that. When he mentioned “we”, Garcia became even more afraid. He thought that Billy was the kind of “undercover” that the ruling army put in the crowd in the words of his parents, and he almost fainted from crying: "Woooooo don't grab me don't grab me! Please, don't grab me!! I will apologize to Eddie... wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

Billy could barely catch his breath.Depressedly, he tried to explain: "The ruling army only catches criminals..."

"But who has the right to define what is crime and what is justice?" Rorschach suddenly said from the side.

Eddie in his arms was crying and sniffing, Rorschach applied the ice pack to Eddie's forehead, patted Eddie's shoulder, and said softly: "Eddie, Garcia I want to apologize to you, are you willing to accept his apology?"

The brave and magnanimous little Eddie nodded vigorously. He pouted. Although there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, his expression was very serious: "I know Garcia didn't push me down on purpose, and it's none of his business."

He whispered to Rorschach with a little fear: "Will the ruling army really take Garcia away? Well, then I will definitely not let them take Garcia away...I want to explain to them..."

Rorschach touched his little head uncomfortable, and took his hand to walk in front of Garcia who was still crying: "Garcia, don't be afraid, did you hear that, Eddie said he would accept your apology. As long as you He said sorry, and you became good friends again."

Garcia wiped away his tears with two small fists. He sniffed and his eyes were red. "Ai, Eddie, I'm sorry, I didn't push you down on purpose. Does your head still hurt?"

Eddie shook his head: "I'm not in pain anymore, you, don't be afraid, I won't let the ruling army take you away!"

With a piece of red forehead skin, he took Garcia's hand, trying to comfort the sad Garcia.

"Okay, Garcia, don't cry, Eddie has forgiven you, you are still good friends, right?" Rorschach knelt down and said to the two little boys.

The two chubby faces with baby fat nodded, Garcia finally stopped the tears, raised his head, and asked Billy embarrassedly: "Then, am I still a good boy? Will the ruling army take Am I marked as a bad boy?"

Billy bit his lip, his face was not very good-looking, he raised his palms: "...Don't worry, Garcia, you are a good boy."

Garcia breathed a sigh of relief.

Rorschach stood up. Seeing Billy's expression, he didn't say much, but called him to help clean up the discs that fell on the floor.

They put the discs in order in the store, and when the parents of the two little boys came back from get off work, they handed them into the hands of their respective parents. Then Rorschach pulled down the shutter door of the bookstore and returned to the Justice League with Billy .

Billy has been depressed ever since this little accident happened. The brown-black-haired boy grabbed his satchel strap and walked behind Rorschach silently with his head bowed, as if his faith had been shaken.

When they returned to the Justice League, there were actually a lot of people in the conference hall. Several core members of the Justice League gathered in the conference hall and were watching a video on the holographic projection screen.

Rorschach and Billy looked at each other. They didn't know whether they should enter the conference hall, and they were curious about what happened, so they could only hide behind the pillars in the hall and look into the middle.

Clark sat on the high-backed chair, his chin resting on his elbows, his eyes were obscured by the shadow of his brow bone, and no one could see his expression clearly.

And the black-clothed Batrider standing next to Clark cast cold, disapproving eyes on them the moment they probed.

Both of them felt a chill behind their backs.

"Do you think Batman's eyes are scary..." Rorschach whispered.

Billy nodded sympathetically, "Barry is right, 'Batman's disapproving gaze' is indeed the scariest thing in the world."

Rorschach suddenly realized: "...So it's called 'Batman's Disapproving Gaze'! Well, it's a good name..."

...And on that holographic projection screen, a young man in a red combat uniform and a black cloak was looking at the camera, and solemnly said to the outside world: "I, Kong Kenan, hereby officially announce that from today In the beginning, we will cooperate with the Avengers to build a united front and jointly overthrow the tyranny of Superman..."

Immediately, everyone's expressions were different.

They raised their heads in unison, looking towards the center of the hall, where the ruler was.

The tyrant that Kong Kenan spoke of sat on the cold and hard armchair, with shadows hanging from his eyelashes.

"He's declaring war on us."

Superman's voice was so low that it made people shudder.

The author has something to say: Let me introduce a DC character I like very much: Kong Kenan, a homophonic kryptonian hahahahaha, he was originally a 17-year-old high school student who was still working as a five-three, and later he possessed superhuman powers, and at the same time he could master The power of yin and yang.The current playing age is about 20 years old~

Today is a two-in-one chapter, asking for nutrient solution irrigation~

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感谢在2021-05-19?22:57:04~2021-05-20?22:36:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: ZERO? 2;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: holding soy sauce, bowed his head and walked away. , wszhning? 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!