Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"Du Du——" Sigma blushed and knocked on the door of Ma Sheng Qiuye's room. Ma Sheng Qiu also saw his first reaction: so cute.

After raising so many children with vigorous vitality like weeds, a soft and waxy variety rarely appeared in the family.

Aso Shengqiu had enough time to wait for Sigma's question.

Sigma said, "Can you ask any question?"

Ma Shengqiu also said generously: "Yes!"

Sigma suddenly hugged Aso Qiuya, so that Aso could only see Sigma's hair, which was amazingly pink and white, "Mr. Lan Tang asked me to ask you about the whereabouts of the blonde Rimbaud!"

Aso Qiuya: "Huh?"

Sigma was even more embarrassed: "Mr. Lantang asked me to do this. He is not easy to speak, and he is worried that you don't want to say it."

Aso Qiu also suddenly realized that Lan Tang had a grudge against the blonde Rimbaud.

"Lantang will play tricks too."

At this stage, Sigma listened to Lan Tang better than Aso Qiuya.

"Don't listen to him next time, let him ask himself."

Ma Shengqiu also pinched Sigma's nose. Russians' nose bridges are tall and straight, and they are particularly fair, and they turn pink when pinched.

"Come and exchange information, I am very curious about the effect of your supernatural power."

"Well, thank you Qiu...Mr. Wang Qiu!"

Sigma changed his words in time and developed the habit of calling Huaguo's name.

After a few seconds, the ability took effect.

The two sides exchanged the information they wanted to know the most, Sigma retreated obediently, and a piece of information appeared in Aso Akiya's mind.

[Sigma has a strong and childlike affection for Arthur Rimbaud, and he loves the new family very much, without any utilitarianism. 】

"Lantang will be very happy."

Aso Qiu is also very relieved about Sigma, the test is still necessary.

There are too many parallel worlds, and he can't guarantee that Sigma must be the Russian in his knowledge, and it will be bad if he steps on a thunderbolt.

Sigma walked to a safe place and covered the phone's microphone position with his hand, learning the cautious habits taught by Arthur Rimbaud.He reported the address of the blonde Rimbaud to Arthur Rimbaud in France.

Then, he got a compliment from the other party.

"Thanks to your help, otherwise I wouldn't be able to open this mouth."

"Sir, I also helped you get one more piece of information!"

"what?"

Arthur Rimbaud lowered his voice.

Both men omitted their names on the phone to avoid being left on the record of their correspondence.

Sigma said: "He doesn't love him, but he likes him, and he regards him as the wind in the ideal field. They are father and son."

There is nothing more beautiful than the answer given by a different ability.

It's not really a relationship between lovers.

Arthur Rimbaud's cheeks were hot, Shuya must have thought that Sigma would ask for more information, and indulged the child to convey his heart.

The two actually relied on this child as a bridge of interest.

"Talk back."

Arthur Rimbaud hung up the phone briefly.

After getting the address of the blond Rimbaud, Arthur Rimbaud went to see his original imaginary rival in a leisurely manner, and he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

After solving this matter, he will be able to go home and be with Qiu Ye for the rest of his life.

Arthur Rimbaud sat on a private jet, and had a different feeling about the world he saw outside the window day after day.

[In the past, I couldn't be considered traveling the world at all. 】

【too tired. 】

[I can't feel the joy of traveling. 】

[What I want is a shoulder that I can cling to on the road. 】

Arthur Rimbaud hugged his lonely self tightly, then found a big pillow to lean against, and murmured: "I am also with me when Qiu is here."

Dozens of hours later, on a sparsely populated beach abroad, Arthur Rimbaud saw the blond Rimbaud in beach pants playing with a water gun.

Arthur Rimbaud was taken aback by the other party's unkempt appearance.

The blond-haired Rimbaud saw him, pointed his water gun at Arthur Rimbaud, and "smoked" Arthur Rimbaud's face without hesitation.

The "color painting collection" turned into a light curtain, blocking the malicious water flow.

Arthur Rimbaud waved his hand, and the light curtain disappeared.

Arthur Rimbaud, who is from France but has no such barbaric temperament, stopped the blond Rimbaud's persistent water gun behavior with one sentence.

"Don't you want my bounty?"

"Think!"

Blonde Rimbaud decisively abandoned the plastic water gun for the Twilight Pavilion.

Arthur Rimbaud said patiently: "Pull up your trousers."

The blond-haired Rimbaud winked, straightened his waist, his abdominal muscles and mermaid line were all good, his skin was well-proportioned, and seemed to have the aroma of chocolate under the hot sun, which would not make people mistake him for the blond-haired and white-skinned Paul Verlaine.

"Which one is more handsome, my brother or me?"

"..."

Arthur Rimbaud was convinced by his shamelessness.

"Answer." The blond Rimbaud was very interested in the difference between himself and his younger brother, and urged him, "I promise I won't say it."

"Paul."

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Arthur Rimbaud was annoyed, he was easily distracted by the blond Rimbaud, why did he tell the blond Rimbaud this kind of content, if Qiu also found out, wouldn't he suspect that he would never forget his old love for Paul.

The blond-haired Rimbaud did not provoke him, and said melancholy: "I used to be very white, but in the eyes of the French, fair skin is more popular."

Blonde Rimbaud smiled brightly again: "Don't be angry, people live to be happy for themselves, your lover is back by your side, you should be the happiest person, congratulations for finding such a good man."

Arthur Rimbaud was unexpectedly blessed by him.

Blonde Rimbaud walked along the wave line to the remote part of the beach: "The more scruples you are, the easier it is to be led by the nose. You know why rich people like to keep wild animals in captivity, because they are strong enough to make people want to conquer."

Arthur Rimbaud followed him behind the shadow of the cliff.

Blonde Rimbaud said: "I'll teach you a trick, which can easily make a man bow down, and he will coax you no matter how angry he is."

Arthur Rimbaud wanted to stop his ears, and said darkly: "I don't want to talk to you about such things."

Blonde Rimbaud ignored his words and said happily.

"That's tears."

"You have to learn to cry, learn to release your nature, and enjoy yourself in time. You are a person who has done espionage work. You know how to keep yourself fresh. I can't imagine what you look like as an old couple with gray hair. It's too scary. That is the old age of ordinary people."

"You mustn't think that it's a good thing to be restrained blindly. You don't even have your own life. What kind of love is it? I've heard about your deeds——"

"36 knives, this is tough enough!"

"Much more ruthless than me!"

The waves of the sea washed up on the beach, swept away the sand and gravel, and washed away their footprints over and over again, leaving no trace.

The blonde Rimbaud's blue eyes are more alive than Paul Verlaine's, like the sun on the beach that can sting people, and they are two extremes with humanoid weapons.

"Cheating a French transcendent, only taking a knife and not dying or being maimed, in my opinion is completely light. Thinking about the way my brother treated the god of faun, it was decisive, and half of his body was blasted off with a backhand .”

"Mr. Wang Qiu must have been afraid of you."

"In his expectation, you should be deceived like me and my brother and leave without hesitation. It's like a strong wind that comes and goes suddenly. Those who chase the wind enjoy the feeling of catching the wind."

"Unfortunately you are not."

"A personality like yours is more suitable for him."

The blond Rimbaud stood in a dimly lit place, with two dimples on his face.

"The last time we met was too scribbled, let's get to know each other officially - my full name is Jean-Nicolas Artille Rimbaud, my family is long gone, only my younger brother who is freshly baked, my age is Secret, you just need to know that I am the older brother of the two."

After talking for a long time, the information about the blond Rimbaud was still a mystery. Arthur Rimbaud gave up observing his weaknesses and tried to calm his mind.

"Hello, my name is not as long as yours, you can call me Arthur Rimbaud, or my Asian name 'Lan Tang'."

"Okay, Lantang~."

"Your Japanese is very good..."

"Not only Japanese, I am good at many languages. I am a traveler, and I cannot survive without being proficient in multiple languages~."

"I don't fit in with your personality, so you don't have to treat me with a friendly side."

When Arthur Rimbaud said this, the blond Rimbaud laughed "puchi": "Don't worry, this is my normal personality. Last time I saw you, I was not mentally prepared, so I inevitably became a little stiff."

Blonde Rimbaud said: "Let me ask you, after stabbing those knives of Mr. Wang Qiu, did you sincerely want to break up, or did you just vent your anger? Then get back together after the anger subsides?"

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

Arthur Rimbaud sighed softly, and replied: "I don't know."

Recalling the past at this moment, my heart was in chaos at that time.

Blonde Rimbaud was curious, digging out Arthur Rimbaud's heart every word: "His death made you understand your choice?"

Arthur Rimbaud nodded, then shook his head again: "The biggest problem between Qiuya and I is you, don't you know?"

Blonde Rimbaud is innocent: "My brother didn't tell me everything."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "I thought he took you for me."

The blond-haired Rimbaud couldn't help but slap his palm on the rock.

"How are we like that!"

One has blond hair and blue eyes, the other has black hair and green eyes, there is no similarity in appearance and temperament!

After finishing speaking, the blond-haired Rimbaud stared carefully at Arthur Rimbaud for a few seconds, before hesitating to speak: "It doesn't look like...it seems a bit like..."

Arthur Rimbaud: "?"

Blonde Rimbaud said: "You look like a certain time period of me..."

In the parallel world, the blond Rimbaud has experienced gloomy times, wandering around the African continent again and again, understands the importance of money, understands the meaning of family, begins to yearn for family and children, and becomes the person he hates the most at first. That shrewd and cold look.

"Those are in the past."

Blonde Rimbaud lightly omitted the details. In the supernatural world, he was destined not to have this stage again—because he was strong enough to not obey any arrangement of his superiors.

The blond-haired Rimbaud liked Arthur Rimbaud's eyes very much, and teased him to divert attention from being attracted to him.

They shouldn't have started this fate.

Robbing someone from Mr. Wang Qiu is like fishing for fish in the opponent's pond.

Although it is very exciting, but it can't be fished, thank you.

"Think about the question I asked you just now. After you think it through, tell Mr. Wang Qiu again. He really cares about this matter."

The blonde-haired Mr. Wang Qiu in Rimbaud's memory hates to show scars the most. Those scars are not so much the effect of Paul Verlaine's cutting out, as it is Arthur Rimbaud who made him scarred.

Before Arthur Rimbaud could get lost in thought, the blond Rimbaud said excitedly: "Show me the Golden House! I want to see the legendary Golden House!"

Arthur Rimbaud glanced at him.

He was secretly glad that Paul was a little crazy, but not so crazy.

Otherwise, he felt that before he went to Japan to carry out his mission, he might break up with such an uncooperative partner.

The "color painting collection" flashed, opening the gap in the subspace.

"Do you dare to go in...?"

Arthur Rimbaud's ending was stuck, and the blond-haired Rimbaud rushed in with a shirtless shirt, and immediately shouted: "It's so cold! Raise the temperature of the air conditioner, I was still basking in the sun just now!"

Arthur Rimbaud said calmly: "The air-conditioning button has failed."

Long-winded, there is no such function.

The blond-haired Rimbaud pulled out a winter coat from the "color painting collection" and put it on his body, and found a pair of slippers on his feet, and walked around. After the tour, he said with satisfaction: " This is what those guys see after paying the entrance fee."

those guys?Arthur Rimbaud suspected that the blond Rimbaud was referring to the transcendent of Huaguo, and he only sold tickets in Huaguo once.

"Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

"Ah."

"Wow - I didn't expect you to be willing to give it! It's so generous!"

The blond-haired Rimbaud was full of praise for Arthur Rimbaud's behavior, and changed his voice, "Although I really want to take it away and sell it, Mr. Wang Qiu will be sad if this happens. The ancient legend of Huaguo contains Mr. Wang Qiu's dream, he hides your love with a golden house, how beautiful it is."

When Arthur Rimbaud heard him say this, the sweetness in his heart was self-evident. He didn't care about money, but Ma Shengqiu also had the ability to surround him with money and gave him a romantic love.

The words behind the blond Rimbaud made Arthur Rimbaud sober.

"To be honest, without my participation in this matter, he will be resurrected. I just provided him with a processed body. According to my guess, his soul is extremely special and has high-dimensional characteristics. The soul is in our body. The world will mutate, not dissipate."

"Without you, he will be resurrected?!"

"Yes, at most it will be resurrected on the corpse."

"Corpse..."

"So you still have to thank me. When the corpse is resurrected, you will have no way to roll the sheets. Once you roll, the pia will be smashed to pieces."

The blond-haired Rimbaud pretended not to be able to bear to look directly, and opened his fingers.

"I'm particularly curious about a question. When my brother cut him up, did he cut up his lower body?"

He has only seen the upper body of Mr. Wang Qiu at the end of the nineteenth century.

"..."

"It seems to be a partial chopping method. It's too kind. I left something for you."

"To shut up!!!"

"Haha——Okay, I've finished watching the Golden House, I should go!"

The blond-haired Rimbaud avoids Arthur Rimbaud, who is furious. With the power of "singularity", he knocked out a hole in the "color painting book", stepped on the waves, and galloped away on the sea. He was born to restrain the "color painting book". Painting Collection".

"I forgot to tell you—!"

"My dad-sent me-gold-island hahahaha!"

"Mother Lantang—goodbye——!!!"

……

Arthur Rimbaud almost fainted.

Who is your mother, I am your brother's partner, you are older than me!

Don't try to take advantage of me!