Super God: Angel's Beloved, Starting with Quantum Bombing of the Royal Palace

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Angel Leng immediately snapped out of her daze and looked up.

Angel Yan was dressed in a magnificent angel king armor, and a flowing battle skirt made her long, snow-white legs particularly dazzling.

With her arms crossed and a mischievous smile playing on her lips, she walked slowly and gracefully into the pavilion in her high heels, and sat down directly opposite Angel Leng.

When the angel saw her, she rolled her eyes, raised her chin, and said irritably:

"Tch! Who's your sister? Angel Yan, don't try to take advantage of me. In terms of seniority and age in the Angel Legion, I'm older than you!"

After sitting down, Angel Yan crossed her legs, propped her chin on her right hand, and extended her delicate white thumb and forefinger with her left hand to draw a thin crack, saying leisurely:

"Age-wise, you are indeed a tiny bit older than me, but..."

As she said this, she leaned forward slightly, a smile playing on her lips, deliberately teasing Angel Leng:

"Little sister Leng, according to the rules of first come, first served in this house, shouldn't you call me 'elder sister'?"

In this house?!

The angel was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood the meaning behind Angel Yan's words.

In order, Angel Yan was indeed earlier than her.

In terms of status, Angel Yan is the rightful Angel Queen, while Angel Leng is the queen following behind.

Calling her "Big Sister" is perfectly reasonable.

But how could she possibly get her angelic rival, with whom she had bickered her whole life, to bow down and call him "sister"?

No way!

The angel gave a cold snort, crossed her arms, turned her aloof face to the side, and presented the back of her head to Angel Yan:

"Hmph! Dream on!"

Angel Yan looked at her arrogant expression and laughed, her body swaying slightly as her delicate body trembled, exuding an amazing mature charm.

She stretched out her slender fingers, gently blew on her nails, and said teasingly:

"Good sister, are you so embarrassed to call me 'older sister'?"

Angel turned her head and glared at the little bitch:

"Yan, don't get too cocky! If you've got the guts, go and make Senior Ailan call you 'sister' right now!"

In her view, Alan was once Queen Keisha's left-wing guard, their former leader, and a senior they once admired.

Even if Angel Yan becomes queen, she would never act like a first wife in front of Ailan.

To everyone's surprise, Angel Yan simply shrugged and smiled upon hearing this:

"Sister Ailan? She already called her that."

"What?!"

Angel Leng was completely dumbfounded, almost jumping off the stone bench, her face filled with disbelief:

"How is this possible?! Senior Alan bowed down and called you 'sister'?! You're kidding me!"

Seeing Angel Leng's appearance, Angel Yan's eyes revealed a mischievous glint that was hard to describe to outsiders, and she chuckled:

"Why would I lie to you? Alan not only screamed, she screamed really loudly!"

The angel frowned: "Back then? What back then?"

Angel Yan leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"Let me think... Alan was standing in the middle at the time, do you think she wouldn't cheer?"

With a bang!

Angel Leng's usually icy and aloof face instantly turned red all the way from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears, so red it was almost dripping with water.

"You...you...you!"

Angel Leng pointed at Angel Yan, stammering with anger, and spat out a large mouthful of water:

"Angel Yan! You shameless scoundrel! Your brain is filled with nothing but lewd nonsense!"

Despite her spitting, Angel Leng couldn't help but feel a sour pout in her heart.

In that chaotic battle where all boundaries were crossed, it was perfectly reasonable for Senior Ailan to be bewildered by that scoundrel Li Yao and call out "sister" to beg for mercy.

But this Senior Ailan is really something. He usually looks so serious and aloof, how come he softens up so quickly once he's in bed with her?

Angel Yan admired Angel Leng's adorable appearance, her face flushed and bashful, and her smile deepened as she continued to ask:

"So, Leng-meimei, what's your decision? Are you going to call her or not?"

Angel Leng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the burning sensation on her face, turned her head towards the sea of ​​flowers in the garden, and resolutely uttered her harsh words:

"I'm telling you this now! Even if I eat all the flowers in this garden, I will never give in to your wishes!"

Angel Yan continued to rest her chin on her hand, raised her beautiful eyebrows, and teased:

"Hmm? Is it really that resolute?"

Angel Leng was afraid that this scoundrel would utter some indescribable shocking words again, so she quickly and abruptly changed the subject:

"I can't be bothered arguing with you! Where did Wang go with A-Zhui and Mo Yi? Why haven't they come back yet?"

Upon hearing that serious matters were being discussed, Angel Yan also toned down her joking mood and smiled:

"I'm not entirely sure of the exact location, but it seems to be related to some movements of the beast-body civilization."

"What's wrong?"

Angel Yan's eyes flickered, and she gave Angel Leng a mocking look:

"They've only been apart from that guy for a few days, and our Cold Princess is already lovesick?"

Angel Leng's thoughts were touched, and her pretty face flushed slightly, but she was not one to be trifled with. She immediately sneered and retorted:

"Hmph! At least I'm keeping to my proper place in Tiancheng! Unlike that noble queen~"

"I heard that a few days ago, when they learned that Wang had arrived at his doorstep but hadn't come in, they rushed over overnight to deliver firecrackers from afar!"

"Cough cough..."

Now it was Angel Yan's turn to choke quite badly.

Her smile froze, and she awkwardly pressed her temples, momentarily speechless at Angel Leng's precise finishing blow.

An eerie and subtle silence fell over the pavilion.

The two stared at each other intently for a while before Angel Leng finally rolled her eyes, breaking the silence:

"So, did you come to my little garden today for any good reason?"

Angel Yan joked:

"Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong? The king isn't in Tiancheng, and he's almost finished with the government affairs, so he deserves a break."

The angelic-faced man nodded expressionlessly, then said calmly:

"Oh, you've finished reading, right? Then please leave. Don't bother seeing me out."

Angel Yan was amused by her posture.

Angel Yan slowly stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt, then looked at Angel Leng and smiled:

"Are you coming or not?"

The angel frowned coldly: "Where are you going? What for?"

Angel Yan walked up to Angel Leng, bent down, reached out and hooked Angel Leng's chin, looking every bit the mature and sophisticated woman.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'm going to give you a big gift."

Angel Leng slapped Angel Yan's hand away and said disdainfully:

"Tch! I don't need that! Stop trying to curry favor with me!"

"Alright."

Angel Yan straightened up and walked outside, shaking her head and sighing as she went:

"Sigh, what a pity. I was planning to take you to upgrade your Divine Body."

"Wait!" Angel Leng shouted.

Angel Yan turned around and saw that Angel Leng's originally arrogant face had switched to a sweet smile. Without even a moment's hesitation, she simply said:

"Sister Yan! When are we leaving?!"

Seeing the angel Leng's expression change faster than flipping through a book, Angel Yan couldn't help but chuckle and poked her forehead:

"Didn't you just say you wouldn't complain even if you ate all the flowers in this garden?"

Angel Leng waved her hand confidently and righteously:

"These flowers taste awful! They're nothing compared to the aroma of upgrading to a divine body! Sister Yan, let's hurry up and get going, don't let this delay our important business!"