What if I become Verlaine?

Rimbaud became angry when he heard this sentence.

To be honest, does he want such a cool thing?Of course I want to!But being asked by Wei Lun for such a thing, Rimbaud always felt that he was eaten to death.

No, he had to regain the initiative.

The corner of Rimbaud's mouth turned down, and he said with a fake smile: "Then do you want to know the secret of the gentle forest?"

Come, exchange secrets and conditions with each other!

Wei Lun's eyes froze, he restrained the teasing expression on his face, and looked at Rimbaud steadfastly.

The secret of the Gentle Forest is the secret that Verlaine has been looking for to unlock the third stage. Rimbaud is now trading this condition for his own ability to read. Rimbaud is at a disadvantage?

Wei Lun's thoughts changed sharply, although he didn't know what Rimbaud was thinking, but of course he couldn't let this kind of advantage happen.

So Wei Lun said as if he was defeated by you: "Okay, Attil's mother is the best, you win."

He began to explain his Nian ability in detail: "Nian is an invisible but tangible existence. My ability is not to speed up physical recovery, but to turn the body into an existence composed of Qi."

He gave an example: "For example, if my bone is broken, then I will turn all the broken bones into Qi, and when the Qi is combined, it will turn into bone again, and it will naturally recover."

"It is this ability that gives me the title of Immortality."

Rimbaud frowned: "Since you have this ability, why did you die?"

Wei Lun shrugged: "There are limits to any ability. After all, I am not a Nian Beast. The part of my body that has become Qi cannot leave within ten meters of my body. Once it is more than ten meters away, only the part that leaves can be turned into Qi. The rest The body loses the character of the beast."

Wei Lun said distressedly: "I was facing ants at that time, and there were biologists who needed protection beside me. I could only break off one hand, and let that hand carry the biologist away. I stayed and broke it myself. As a result... ...Well, you know that too."

Rimbaud was a little surprised after hearing this: "Would a person like you die for a biologist?"

Wei Lun said seriously: "Yes, if a person like me who kills can protect a person who has devoted his life to protecting the habitat and reproduction of various creatures, then the fact that I am alive is somewhat pleasant. Meaning?"

Rimbaud raised his eyes, and the smile of the blond young man beside him showed the melancholy and loneliness that Rimbaud was very familiar with.

That was the look that often appeared on Verlaine's face.

It's just that this look only existed for a second or two, Wei Lun laughed and said: "There is another reason... well, it hit the head at the time, that ant is very powerful, and its ability is very interesting, I want to see if I can get it ,so……"

Rimbaud was silent, and the corner of his mouth twitched and said: "Got it?"

Wei Lun nodded, and he stretched out his hand to Rimbaud. The blue wind condensed in his palm, and then it turned into a translucent short knife about 35 centimeters in length.

Wei Lun held the short knife, crossed his hands, and then separated, one knife turned into two.

Wei Lun held the knife in both hands, brushed a knife flower, and said with a smile: "This is my weapon. If there are special metals and biological materials in the center of the power of thought, the weapon will be more powerful, and it will even have some special abilities. , so I was a little bit envious of the ant's body material."

Rimbaud looked at Wei Lun silently, he was thoughtful: "You didn't use this ability back then when you were off the coast of Yokohama."

Wei Lun's smile collapsed: "Because of the lack of Qi, it was difficult for the body to refine Qi at that time, and I could only manifest the most basic wind to fight with you. It is already very difficult to use wind to imitate my sword skills..."

Rimbaud understood: "The trick is to stop?"

Wei Lun nodded, and then he blinked at Rimbaud with bright eyes: "I have told you about my ability, so is it your turn?"

Rimbaud lowered his head slightly, he smiled, and his eyes fell on the forest beside him.

The trees are lush and lush, as if something is flowing in them.

It was a delicate and soft wind.

"The so-called Gentle and Secret Forest is just an appellation, to be exact, it is the third stage of your internal abilities."

Rimbaud looked at Wei Lun: "Do you know what's going on with the supernatural power in your body?"

Wei Lun lowered his voice and said: "The two contradictory abilities will produce a singularity, and the singularity will release huge and terrifying energy, and the power in my body is the singularity of the contradictory abilities."

"Two abilities collide with each other to form a black hole, and the basic ability displayed outside is gravity."

Rimbaud went on to say: "You and Zhong were also manufactured according to the same method, so the displayed ability is gravity."

"In the second stage, you know how to use it yourself, and Zhong also knows his own opening words. When he opens the sentence with filth, red patterns will appear on his body and he will lose consciousness at the same time."

"But you can wake up on your own, but he can't. I don't know how the manufacturing technology is different from yours. Maybe the researchers are missing some information."

"After the third stage starts, you will lose consciousness until your energy is exhausted and you die. You can't control yourself, let alone wake up and stop, so I didn't tell you before, and I didn't tell Verlaine, because you will not enter the first stage. It doesn’t matter if you know about the third floor or not.”

Rimbaud's voice was barely audible: "But since you plan to take Zhongya to do anti-drug training, then you and him must be careful."

"The key to open the third stage is a special kind of metal dust. I destroyed the device that made that kind of dust, but I'm not sure if there will be a drug with the same composition as that kind of dust."

"The third stage of Zhongye can be called Huangbatu, and you... your third stage, I saw in the materials left by Mu Shen, it is called Virgil."

"The essence of the power is the terrifying energy in the form of a dragon. The God of Faun calls you Virgil, the Dragon of Chaos. The information says that once you release all your power, you can return everything to chaos."

"Perhaps turning everything into chaos is just a way of saying, but turning several cities into no-man's land, I think it can be done."

"What kind of anti-drug training are you going to do? I have no objection, but..."

Rimbaud withdrew his gaze, and looked at Wei Lun: "You can go back if you haven't been taught yet, you can't just die like this."

After saying that, Rimbaud pursed his lips.

No, Rimbaud actually just wanted to say that, as the second personality that dominates this artificial supernatural body, he doesn't want Wei Lun to disappear again.

He sent one away, not wanting to watch the second dissipate.

But in the end, Rimbaud chose to express his thoughts and wishes with the exchange of interests.

Maybe it's just adults.

If it doesn't involve interests and only talks about feelings, it's really...too illusory.

Wei Lun was silent for a long time after hearing this. He looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, as if he wanted to find something from this perfect spy.

But in the end he didn't see anything.

Wei Lun smiled casually, and he promised: "I see, Attil, I won't die before you leave."

"I am Willy Lunt the Immortal."

Rimbaud felt relieved, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Just at the moment when he left sideways, Wei Lun suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Rimbaud back.

Rimbaud looked back at Wei Lun in surprise.

Wei Lun pushed Rimbaud to the front of the tree with a little force, and Zhongya Nakahara and Bisaki were not far behind the tree, and they couldn't see what Wei Lun and Rimbaud were doing from them.

Wei Lun approached Rimbaud, he lowered his head slightly, and gently supported Rimbaud's chin with his other hand.

Some things, some emotions, and some tacit understandings cannot be communicated in words.

Then have a kiss.

Wei Lun pressed down, Rimbaud was a little surprised at first, and then the color of those dark green eyes became darker, like the green color washed by rain, with light falling into them, bringing out a little bit of brilliance.

The black-haired young man put his arms around Wei Lun's shoulders and neck, and opened his lips to deepen the kiss.

Use the communication between lips and teeth to say goodbye, to talk, to prepare for the next meeting.

The wind lingered around the entangled two people, and then flew to the distant sky.

That night, after the two enjoyed a hearty exercise, the atmosphere became lazy and comfortable.

Rimbaud leaned on Wei Lun's shoulder, his eyes were slightly closed, his body was a little sore, with a lingering aftertaste of excitement, just leaning quietly gave him a warm and relaxed feeling.

Wei Lun passed Rimbaud's neck with one hand, and slantedly embraced Rimbaud's arm. Rimbaud's black hair was at hand, and Wei Lun played with Rimbaud's hair unconsciously.

Wei Lun's other hand is looking at the mobile phone information, he is afraid to log in his hunter ID number, anyway, Bisji lives on the third floor, and he uses Bisji's hunter account to browse the hunter's official website and forum.

While watching, Rimbaud suddenly reached out and slapped Wei Lun's phone away.

Wei Lun was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked down, he saw the black-haired beauty in his arms blinking at him. Rimbaud turned over, like a fish leaning into the sea, lying on Wei Lun's body.

The fatigue just now had disappeared, and Rimbaud wanted to continue again.

The black-haired young man whispered, "What kind of posture do you talk about during the day? Do you want to come and play?"

Wei Lun almost laughed out loud, he immediately ignored the phone that fell on the ground, and held up Rimbaud's slender waist with his other hand, he reminded Rimbaud: "We have to catch the airship tomorrow morning, in case we are late... ..."

Rimbaud supported Wei Lun's shoulders, he leaned over, his long black hair fell down like water weeds tying prey.

He licked his lips and said, "Then sit in the next class."

Wei Lun was satisfied: "That's right, or we can leave the day after tomorrow."

Such a beautiful day, why bother to think about those troublesome things?