What if I become Verlaine?

Waylon and Rimbaud return to their new home.

The tool man John has finished cleaning. Wei Lun greeted his neighbors with the biscuits prepared by John like a butterfly, and went for a walk nearby to check the terrain and surrounding environment.

After Rimbaud set up a line to connect to the Internet, he began to investigate the information of the Kajin Empire. Now the king of the Kajin Empire is named Nasby Gray Fruit. He has thirteen children, and it is said that there is also a princess who is pregnant.

This country is entrenched in the Aizhen continent, occupying two-thirds of the land area of ​​that continent. It is powerful. The country is a monarchy, and the country and its people must follow the will of the king. The king is the veritable ruler of the country.

After reading the basic situation, Rimbaud understood why Wei Lun was always perfunctory to his Nian Beast before, and he was not willing to fulfill the oath.

The success rate of this kind of thing is not high, especially in this world full of weird psychic ability users, directly killing the king of a country is simply a fantasy.

Although Rimbaud thought so, unconsciously, he was a little excited and eager to try.

Speaking of which, Rimbaud often took on assassination jobs with Verlaine in the past. Verlaine himself was proficient in assassination, and Rimbaud himself was also very strong in strength and espionage. They had never failed before.

Now it is changed to Weilun. Although Weilun's adaptability to the body is not very good and his overall strength has declined, Weilun is proficient in mind power. When he completely adapts to his body and masters supernatural powers, maybe he can really succeed?

Assassinating the king, which can cause chaos in the whole world, is inconvenient to do in this world, but if you can play it in another world, it seems quite exciting.

Rimbaud thought more and more energetically, and even began to conceive of the assassination plan and plan [-].

At noon, Wei Lun came back briskly, carrying a basket in his hand, which contained flowers, vegetables and fruits, all of which were gifts from new neighbors and shops he knew.

Wei Lun casually threw things to John to deal with, and he leaned behind Rimbaud, seeing all kinds of information constantly flashing on the screen.

Wei Lun only took a few glances to judge that it was a map of the capital of the Kajin Empire.

He said, "What? Are you planning an assassination?"

Rimbaud didn't look back, he stared at the screen, and answered Wei Lun's words while his brain was running at high speed: "Well, isn't this very interesting?"

Wei Lun chuckled and said, "The map may not be accurate."

The update speed of the map is generally slower than the reality. Some road sections seem to be walkable, but they are actually full of things. Some places have no roads, but there are always monsters passing by, and roads are formed naturally.

Rimbaud naturally understood the implication of Wei Lun's words, he said: "I know, what I want to look at is not the specific streets, but the topography and the layout of the overall functional area of ​​the city."

He pointed to a line on the screen and said, "Look, the turn at the end of this road is the headquarters of the garrison. It seems that the king has a strong control over the army."

Wei Lun recalled the information he had read before: "The eldest prince has a strong influence in the army."

Rimbaud made a note of this: "The prince's news will also start to be collected, and the illegitimate children, the king's brothers and sisters and the children of the illegitimate brothers and sisters must also be carefully observed."

He looked sideways at Wei Lun: "Do you have any inside information?"

"Most of the illegitimate children are dead, and all the children recognized by the royal family are dead. After all, only one person can ascend to the throne."

Wei Lun shrugged: "Of course this is news on the surface. I don't know if there are any escaped people in private."

"Yes, there is only one throne, and all princes and royals will be our allies."

Rimbaud was lost in thought: "It's the most convenient to start from the inside, but it's also easy to leak information..."

Wei Lun suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed down on the screen: "What's the rush? Let's have fun before we talk about anything else."

Rimbaud was startled, he quickly came to his senses, and immediately packed up all the information at hand. After he put all the information into the subspace of the coloring book, there was a knock on the door.

John went to open the door, and Nakahara Chuya and Biski came back.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked very embarrassed, the corners of his clothes were damaged, his face also had marks of being beaten, his hair was messy, and he walked with a limp.

Apparently he lost a mess in the duel with Biski.

The boy was pulling a suitcase in his hand, which was Biski's luggage.

He said weakly: "I invite Bisji to come back and live."

Rimbaud smiled and got up to greet him: "I'm back, welcome, Miss Biski lives on the third floor, is that okay?"

Bisji nodded: "Yes."

Wei Lun looked at the embarrassed Chuya Zhongyuan, gloated and said, "Did you really get beaten up badly?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also handed over the suitcase to the tool man John, who was dejected, drooping his head and not speaking.

Bi Siji hooked Wei Lun: "It's your turn."

Wei Lun's expression collapsed: "I haven't eaten lunch yet."

Bi Siji sneered and said, "What lunch? Did you spit it out? Let me see your recovery first."

Waylon: "Okay, let's go to the back."

There is a small garden behind the villa, the area is not big, only four or five square meters.

Rimbaud and Zhong Yuan were sitting at the back door with their jobs in their hands, watching Wei Lun and Biski posing for a duel.

Zhong Yuan also had tape on his face, and he said doubtfully, "Can you practice in such a small place?"

Both he and Bisji fought against each other in an open place at the edge of the forest. Wei Lun was stronger than him. If they fought in a small yard, wouldn't they tear the garden into ruins?

Rimbaud didn't understand either, so he said while eating, "Let's take a look first."

Wei Lun took off his black windbreaker, wore a white lace shirt with ruffled leaves, and wore black trousers and boots. He kicked off the boots and stood on the ground barefoot. He then unbuttoned his shirt and stretched his shoulders. Sinking, shifting the center of gravity backward, and doing a standard starting gesture.

In an instant, Wei Lun's temperament changed drastically.

The frivolous feeling he showed in the past disappeared, replaced by calm, heavy, mighty and sharp.

Just like Biski on the opposite side of him.

Rimbaud had forked a baked potato, but he ate half of it and couldn't take his eyes off it.

He unconsciously gnawed on the potatoes on the fork, until the potatoes were finished, he didn't react, and was still gnawing on the fork.

Rimbaud has never seen Wei Lun like this, even Verlaine in the past has never shown such an aura.

The blond-haired young man in front of him was not wearing a hat. His face was calm and calm, and his light golden eyes were calm and unwavering, but they were not empty and lonely, but rather calm like lake water with hidden turbulence, showing waves in his calm expression.

Rimbaud looked a little dazed.

Even though Wei Lun and Verlaine used the same body, due to their different souls and consciousnesses, the same body displayed different styles belonging to the two, which would not be mistaken at all.

At this moment, Rimbaud couldn't help showing a relieved smile.

The past is finally the past.

Now the people around him became Wei Lun.

Rimbaud's eyes were covered with condensation. In his eyes, Wei Lun exuded a faint haze and soft wind, which was Wei Lun's aura.

The person enveloped by this cloudy air current is like a ray of wind, which seems to be flying freely at any time, and it seems that the next second will fly with the wind to the distant sky, and there is no trace.

Rimbaud looked a little absent-minded, and unconsciously made a grasping gesture with his fingers. The next second, the fork in his hand clicked and bent, and then broke into two pieces.

Rimbaud snapped back to his senses, his eyes changed slightly, and he licked his lips involuntarily.

Well, it's the salty aroma of potatoes.

Wei Lun didn't know Rimbaud's thoughts, he only had Biski in his eyes.

Although the girl is short in stature and cute in appearance, in Wei Lun's eyes, Bi Siji's aura is as thick as the sea, and the wraps on her body move slowly at a certain frequency, just like the ripples on the sea surface caused by the wind.

Gentleness reveals calmness, and gentleness hides danger.

Wei Lun stretched out his fist slowly, his qi flowed from his shoulders to his arms to his fist at a very regular frequency, and then condensed into a terrifying circular qi at the fist.

When Wei Lun punched out slowly, Bisiji crossed her hands in front of her body, her movements were also very slow, the flow speed and frequency of Qi were exactly the same as Wei Lun's.

The moment Wei Lun's fist hit Bi Siji's arm, Bi Si Ji's Qi just finished condensing and turned hard, defending Wei Lun's attack.

Wei Lun and Bi Siji maintained this kind of slow motion, all of them maintained the same attack frequency, so that the change of qi was controlled, adding one layer per second, so that the qi in the whole body was flowing.

Qi is like a living thing, sometimes it flows on the fist to attack, sometimes it gathers on the side of the body for defense, sometimes it all flows to the feet for kicking, and sometimes it falls on the joints to help contract the body. every part of the body.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled at first, but as he watched, sweat appeared on his forehead.

He murmured: "...It's so difficult."

It is very difficult to control Qi, especially those like Wei Lun and Bisiji, who precisely control the Qi of the whole body, distribute the amount of each Qi evenly, and let it increase continuously at a speed of 1 second, decrease at a constant speed, and even The two also maintained a terrifying synchronization rate...

Seeing this scene, John the Toolman said enviously, "This is the training method of the big school."

"After this kind of training, the ability to control the mind will reach a very terrifying level. No wonder Mr. Wei Lun used the force in a few tenths of a second yesterday."

At this moment, Rimbaud suddenly said: "Miss Biski has accelerated!"

Bi Siji's punching speed has indeed become faster, but this speed is still very slow in the eyes of onlookers, from the previous 1-second punch to 0.8-second punch.

However, it was only 0.2 seconds faster, and the flow of qi on Bisiji's body was still smooth and smooth, and the flow speed increased synchronously by 0.2 seconds, as if after pressing a certain accelerator key, Bisiji switched the qi of her whole body in the blink of an eye. flow speed.

After Bisiji speeded up, Wei Lun immediately speeded up simultaneously.

Liuliuwu is a special practice mode for two-person sparring. The Qi changes of the two fighters must be synchronized, at the same time, and at the same speed, and the attacking skills must also be the same. One punches, and the other must defend. One flying kick, the other must block.

Being able to play Liuliuwu shows that the two fighters have a good understanding and are very familiar with each other. At the same time, their fighting level and mental power level are basically the same, otherwise there will be no progress in practicing Liuliuwu.

But at this moment, Bisiji took Weilun to practice Liuwu, not to improve Weilun's strength, but to help Weilun regain his past strength, so Bisiji continued to test the bottom line of Weilun's endurance, and for the first time speeded up In the next 10 minutes, she speeded up again.

At this time, half an hour had passed since they started fighting.

The uninterrupted, high-intensity control and flow of qi that lasted for half an hour made Wei Lun start to lose his strength and even pant a little.

However, Bisiji still maintains a stable state. Obviously, for her, this amount of training is far from being exhausted.

However, earlier, Rimbaud had given up watching with condensate, and his mental power was not enough to support him to maintain the condensate state for more than half an hour.

Zhong Yuanzhong also directly used the gravity ability, and continued to watch the flow of Qi on Weilun and Bisiji seriously under the state of gravity, and the more he watched, the more excited and excited he became.

This is the excitement of clearly seeing the goal and direction of future progress. Zhongyuan Zhong also set up a goal for himself. He also wants to play Liuliuwu, and he must be able to play for more than half an hour!

Although Rimbaud couldn't see the changes in the airflow on Wei Lun and Biski's confrontation, Rimbaud still didn't leave. He just asked John Toolman to wash the dishes and looked at Wei Lun with his chin propped up.

As Bisiji continued to speed up, Wei Lun became more and more tired.

Sweat continued to drip from his body, and the white shirt was wet. The shirt outlined smooth muscle lines, showing Wei Lun's figure perfectly.

The hair of the blond young man is messily scattered behind his head, and the hair on his cheeks sticks to his face due to sweat, which makes Weilun look a little more fragile, as if Weilun will break or fall if he exerts a little force .

Rimbaud's eyes were a bit dark, his gaze followed the sweat dripping from Wei Lun's cheeks to Wei Lun's neck and collarbone exposed outside the shirt, and then the beautiful chest muscle line under the lace edge of the shirt.

Further down, the black trousers tightly stretch out the slender waistline of the young man. Although the line below cannot be seen through the black trousers, the material of the trousers absorbs water, and Wei Lun sweats profusely. The trousers feel wet. The water can be squeezed out with force, and the trousers are even dripping down.

Wei Lun stood on the ground with bare feet, his round toes pressed tightly against the ground, supporting his tired body.

It has been an hour since the first sparring session started.

Rimbaud recovered a little, and he couldn't help using Ning again to observe Wei Lun carefully.

Wei Lun looked very tired, and even gasped for breath continuously, but even so, the qi on the blond young man's body was still flowing freely, silky and smooth, maintaining the same speed as Bisji's qi on the opposite side.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at it with admiration.

He not only admired Bisji for maintaining a relatively peaceful breathing and complexion until now, but also admired Wei Lun, who was already trembling with exhaustion, but could still maintain the speed of changing Qi in sync with Bisji.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help expressing emotion: "It's amazing, I want to do the same."

After hearing this, Rimbaud murmured subconsciously: "Yes, I really want it."

After saying the words, Rimbaud shut his mouth abruptly, but in the next second, his eyes flashed slightly, and he showed a hunting smile like aiming at the target again.

The toolman John glanced at Chuya Nakahara, who hadn't noticed anything, silently, thinking to himself, he won't be able to use the kitchen on the first floor tomorrow morning, so he should go to the store outside to buy breakfast in advance.