My skill in becoming a god is landmine mastery.

However, looking at the ladder in his small laboratory, Yang Yao fell into deep thought. Looking at the slender Angel Yan beside him, clad in silver armor, he couldn't help but ask:

"Um, before we go out, can I ask you a question?"

"Oh? Ask me? Okay, what do you want to ask? If I'm in a good mood, I might be able to answer you!"

Yan also became interested and wanted to hear what the little guy had to ask her.

Yang Yao gathered his thoughts and pointed to his ladder, asking Chao Yan, "What I wanted to ask was, when you came in, did you climb down like I did?"

Upon hearing this, Angel Yan's face fell. "If I answer you, where will that angel's face go?" she thought. So, with a hint of threat in her voice, she said to Yang Yao:

"Little one, there are some things you'd better not ask too many questions about!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yao immediately realized that his guess was correct. Yan did not have the spacetime gene and must have climbed down like him!

When I dug this hole, I didn't make it very big. It was just big enough to get down into, but it definitely wouldn't look very nice to climb down into.

I'll keep this to myself and don't plan to tell anyone. After all, women have an image to maintain, especially female beings like angels, who definitely don't want to embarrass themselves.

After the two came up and left the basement, even in the darkness, Yan's armor gleamed, and she also had two wings attached to her back.

"Why don't you change your clothes, Angel Sister? If you go out dressed like this, you'll be on the front page of the news tomorrow. We're just going out for a meal, there's no need to be so serious, is there?"

It's fine for me to become famous, but the main problem is that Yang Yao doesn't want to involve me.

It wasn't that Yang Yao was afraid he was ugly and didn't match Angel Yan's looks. He wasn't bragging, but with his own appearance, Angel Yan was definitely not a good match for him.

The key is that Yang Yao isn't the kind of person who craves fame. Otherwise, with his looks alone, he could have easily crushed any young heartthrob in the entertainment industry in his previous life, and he certainly wouldn't have lacked money.

But Yang Yao chose a laboratory that was not usually seen by many people to become a researcher, partly because of his hobby, and partly because of this reason.

Yan glanced at Yang Yao and said with a smile, "What? Don't I look good in this outfit? Do you think your sister is embarrassing you?"

"No, that's not it. It's mainly because I'm on a date with an angel, and I'm afraid the angel's followers will block my door tomorrow!"

"Oh? If you gain the friendship of angels, what are you afraid of? You'll be the angels' spokesperson then, and given the behavior of people on your planet, you should be the Holy Son!"

Although Angel Yan said that, she slightly spread her wings and then disappeared behind her. At the same time, she turned around, and a white dress replaced her previous silver-white armor.

This looks much more normal. Apart from the blond hair, he's no different from any other human on Earth. But since many people dye their hair these days, it doesn't really matter.

When Yang Yao saw Angel Yan's outfit, he couldn't help but think of the scene in the anime where Yan was taking a bath. He wondered if, under that dress, she was wearing that familiar white thong.

Hey, what the hell is going on? You're still thinking about this? Damn it!

Thinking this, Yang Yao slapped himself across the face!

Yan was bewildered by Yang Yao's slap and couldn't help but tease him:

"What's wrong? Can't resist the beauty of an angel? But that's normal, no one can resist the charm of an angel. How about I introduce you to an angel as your wife?"

"No, no, no, Angel Sister, we don't have that kind of luck, let's just forget about it!"

Yang Yao quickly refused. Don't think he didn't know; every angel is a super soldier, and they emit radiation that ordinary people simply can't withstand.

Otherwise, why do you think angels are searching the entire universe for male gods? It's because there are no male angels now, so they have to look outside the universe, but good-looking male super soldiers are very rare.

Look at the angels now, how many of them have found their dream man?

Even though Yang Yao's physical strength is stronger than that of an ordinary person, he will still die from radiation. He can't stand it, he really can't stand it!

"Don't call me 'angel sister' anymore. I am Angel Yan. You can call me Yan, or by my divine name, Thunder God of War Yan!"

To be honest, Yang Yao actually finds Yan's current outfit much more pleasing to the eye. His previous outfit, while nice, felt like wearing a suit to a formal occasion – it just didn't feel right.

"Thunder God of War, that name sounds impressive!" Yang Yao flattered Yan with feigned respect.

"Hehe, of course, but little one, what would you like to treat your big sister to?"

Yang Yao checked the time; it was already past 11 PM, and there weren't many shops still open at this hour.

So, Yang Yao took Angel Yan to a roadside stall, ordered a bunch of barbecue for her, and also brought a bucket of draft beer.

Yan sat on a small stool, staring at the barbecue on the small table in front of her, lost in thought. Looking at Yang Yao sitting opposite her, she couldn't help but ask with dissatisfaction:

"Me! Thunder God of War Yan, Queen Keisha's left-wing bodyguard, and this is what you're offering me?"

"Oh, Sister Yan, don't be angry. There's nothing else to eat at this hour. I can't very well treat you to instant noodles, can I? Let me tell you, street food is the best. Why don't you try it?"

As he spoke, Yang Yao picked up a skewer of pork and handed it to Yan. Yan took the skewer with some skepticism, inwardly thinking, "What's so special about grilled meat? I've eaten it before. This is just the same as the kind I make, but with an extra stick."

Isn't this environment a bit too unhygienic? Is it safe to eat these skewers?

I brought it to my nose and smelled it; it smelled quite good, though it seemed a little different from the aroma of the meat I used to grill.

Yan opened her small mouth, bit off a piece of meat, and the aroma of cumin and chili mixed in with the barbecue immediately stimulated Yan's taste buds.

"Hmm? I must say, it's actually quite delicious!" Yan couldn't help but be won over by the taste of the grilled skewers.

"Right? I wasn't lying to you!"

As he spoke, Yang Yao also picked up a skewer of barbecue and started eating, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

These thirty-six stratagems for killing women were indeed effective, especially against spoiled young ladies who had never experienced the lives of ordinary people.

In Yang Yao's mind, Angel Yan was much like a young lady; they shared similar habits, and even the food was similar.

Angels like Angel Yan, who had long since lost their appetite, used to eat nothing more than bread and milk.

Poor angel, what good food have you ever eaten? I bet Chinese cuisine can conquer you. See, this trick works pretty well.

It wasn't for nothing that my former roommate crammed all this knowledge into my head; look, it's coming in handy now!