What if I become Verlaine?

Hisoka was only 17 years old when Willon met Hisoka.

"Have I ever said that? I fled to Meteor Street when I was four years old, and I stayed there until I was [-] or [-] years old. Meteor Street is the back garden for major gangsters to choose their backup members. I have always paid attention to the gangsters who came to choose people. When I found out that Kajin was an important person, I took the initiative to contact him, left Meteor Street through the gangster channel, and returned to Kajin."

Wei Lun stroked Rimbaud's long hair, his speech was neither fast nor slow, as if everything that happened in the past was nothing.

Rimbaud put his arms around Weilun's chest. He recalled the information about Meteor Street provided by Richard. It is said that Meteor Street is a place full of garbage dumps. No wonder Weilun could eat anything before and never minded the taste. and taste.

Because I've eaten worse?

Rimbaud suddenly remembered his chili omelette and felt a little guilty.

"You know what happened after that. The leader of the witch cultivator guessed my identity the moment he saw me. After all, I resembled my mother, so he promoted me and let me shine in the witch cultivator's family. The deputy chief set me up as the successor, and then I managed to escape from the witch cultivator and entered the circle of hunters."

"Because of my experience, I'm fairly well-known in the circle of the dark forces. Hisoka heard that I was very powerful, so he came to my door and said he wanted a duel."

Wei Lun whispered to Rimbaud: "He was only 17 years old when he challenged me. At that time, I had already left Biski and started to do tasks independently. Seeing that the younger generation who knows nothing about the sky and the earth is looking for death, of course I will satisfy him."

"I wanted to kill him, but I didn't expect Hisoka to break through at the moment of life and death, and avoided my sure-kill blow, so I let him go once."

Speaking of this, Wei Lun was a little embarrassed: "He was seriously injured at the time, and he was still interested in asking me if he wanted to go to bed and fight again. Of course I am not interested."

"I said I wouldn't shoot at minors."

Wei Lun's exact words were even more hurtful, and of course he wouldn't repeat them to Rimbaud.

"In the end, I didn't expect that he would challenge me again a year later. His speed of improvement was astonishing. If I could beat him with experience for the first time, this time he could be evenly matched with me."

Wei Lun's expression became serious: "I couldn't control myself, and I went crazy with him. I tried my best to kill him even if his limbs were torn off, but I didn't expect him to be crazier than me. I knew I wouldn't die. He will fight so crazy, but he..."

It is difficult to describe Hisoka, who is bathed in blood, killing, madness and death, especially the pure killing intent revealed in those long and narrow golden eyes, which is so beautiful and dazzling that it immediately attracted Wei Lun at that time. .

"And then we got together."

Wei Lun said in a somewhat boring tone: "After playing for a long time, you will naturally get bored, so we separated again."

Rimbaud frowned slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Wei Lun: "Tired? What do you say?"

"When people are alive, they will speculate about what death is like. For Hisoka and many other guys who like to fight, they will find the existence and feeling of life by being infinitely close to death in the battle of life and death."

Wei Lun said lightly: "But I don't need it. I know what death feels like. Both life and death are known to me. I don't mean immortality, but..."

"I understand." Rimbaud reached out his hand to cover Weilun's mouth. He remembered Weilun asking him if he would be afraid when he first entered the new world. He thought of Weilun saying that he had pierced his heart and cursed his mother. Wei Lun doesn't have immortality.

Wei Lun laughed lightly, he bit Rimbaud's finger, and said vaguely: "The world after death is as dull and boring as stagnant water, although it is also alive, but..."

Only by being alive can you encounter your own miracles, isn't it?

"Playing with Hisoka was very exciting at the beginning. After a long time, my interest in this game declined, and then it faded away. One day we met and had a fight. After we talked about it, we played our own ways."

Wei Lun concluded: "So Hisoka is, let's say, a good friend to me. Even now, I'd be happy to fight with him. It's just that I could play around with him before, but now I'm too lazy to hang out with him."

"So are many of my lovers."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Lun decided to clarify the matter: "For example, Erica, why did I play with her in the first place? Oh, she gave me information that I must obtain, but her asking price is too high, I Just take the meat to pay."

Speaking of this, Wei Lun was still a little dumbfounded.

"She said my skills were very good, and asked me if I wanted to be the top card in her shop. After I sternly refused, she continued to set me up in the subsequent cooperation, trying to trap me and sell me in her nightclub. , I cooperated with her opponent in a fit of rage, and smashed seven of her custom shops in a row, and she survived."

After hearing this, Rimbaud couldn't help being speechless. He recalled the information he had seen, and finally found a message named Erica: "Is it Ms. Alikarana, who is known as the Queen of the Night in Heiner?"

"It's her. Eighty percent of all the beach nightclubs on the Haina Peninsula belong to Erica. She also controls several smuggling docks. She is a veritable local queen of the night. She also has many lovers. Haina Peninsula The biggest smuggler was one of her lovers."

Waylon said casually, "I also worked with that bald-headed smuggler, and he showed me off that Erica preferred his staying power..."

The corner of Rimbaud's mouth twitched: "Are all your living lovers like this?"

"Almost, I also have a lot of enemies. The beauty trick is not bad. Most of the living people have become my collaborators. There is no need to mention the dead ones."

When Wei Lun said this, he suddenly turned over and half pressed Rimbaud, his long blond hair fell down, blocking the surrounding light.

Wei Lun's face became too big in Rimbaud's field of vision, so big that Rimbaud couldn't capture Wei Lun's face and expression, Rimbaud could only see the small reflection in Wei Lun's pale golden eyes. Own.

"Atil." Wei Lun stared at the black-haired young man closely, and he whispered, "Protect yourself, you know?"

Rimbaud saw himself showing a sly smile in Wei Lun's eyes, ah, did he smile?

Rimbaud said: "Then what reward do I have?"

Wei Lun moved up slightly, and gently kissed Rimbaud's forehead, he said vaguely: "Bad guy, haven't you already received the reward?"

Rimbaud closed his eyes, it was amazing, he felt Wei Lun's erratic, restless and restless heart from this kiss, he elongated his tone: "Yes, I will get tired of it later."

Wei Lun couldn't help laughing lowly, he was very satisfied with Rimbaud's response, was Rimbaud questioning him?

"Because death is immutable, people who want to find the feeling of being alive in death are probably similar, but I have already gone through this step, and saw more wonderful existence during the journey."

He answered Rimbaud's question in this way.

"That's good, every time we meet, I will try my best to let you see another me, okay?"

"Only those who are alive and moving forward will gain new experiences and see new landscapes, just like you said to me before."

"Let's look at the stars together. The Milky Way is so vast that we can spend our whole lives staring at it."

Hearing Wei Lun's promise, Rimbaud's heart softened.

Perhaps this is the highest and most firm confession Wei Lun can give him, which is more direct than describing love.

Although there may still be many problems between them, at this moment, Rimbaud chose to forget and abandon.

He put his arms around Wei Lun's neck and kissed it forgetfully.

The originally agreed meditation training was completely abandoned by Rimbaud, and Wei Lun and Rimbaud played together again.

But this time it is no longer crazy, but more intimate and interesting.

No matter how much time we spend together, it will feel like it's gone in a flash. Even if we don't have dinner in the evening and in the morning, even if the two of us are both psychics, we will still be hungry at noon.

Wei Lun and Rimbaud changed clothes and went to have lunch. This time Rimbaud didn't believe in Wei Lun's food recommendations. The black-haired young man took out his mobile phone and checked the local restaurants with relatively high evaluations on the Internet.

Looking at the comments below that restaurant, Wei Lun always felt that the taste would be very subtle, but seeing that Rimbaud was in high spirits, Wei Lun could only go with him.

The two of them waited in line for two hours. When they got their food, Rimbaud felt that it was not as good as the food he ate at the Gourmet Hunter restaurant yesterday.

Wei Lun still had a good appetite, and he had a relatively high acceptance of taste. Rimbaud threw it away after two mouthfuls. Wei Lun didn't want to waste food, so he simply ate all the food left by Rimbaud.

Lan Bo rested his chin and watched Wei Lun eat, he suddenly said: "I want to go to Meteor Street."

After Wei Lun took his last bite, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, gangsters often go to Meteor Street to recruit people. After you go to Aiyi's house, you can try to find a way to go to Meteor Street to recruit new people."

Rimbaud said dissatisfiedly, "Aren't you going with me?"

Wei Lun glared at Rimbaud: "I've said it all, protect yourself well, don't have too deep a relationship with me on the surface, the ability of a person with abilities is hard to guard against."

After a pause, the blond young man turned his face away and called the waiter to pay the bill.

He whispered, "We agreed to watch the stars together."

Rimbaud watched Wei Lun check out, and he and Wei Lun left the restaurant together. The black-haired young man teased Wei Lun with a half-smile: "I thought you would say, I will protect you."

Wei Lun said, "That's how I look down on you, and I think too much of myself."

"I used to think I was fearless because I had nothing to lose."

Having said that, Wei Lun stopped in his tracks. He looked at Rimbaud. The wind blew through his hair, and his long golden curly hair blocked his face, making it impossible for Rimbaud to tell what Wei Lun was like at this moment. look.

Wei Lun's voice was a little sighing, a little wistful: "But now, I feel that I am extremely weak, and even a little panicked, but I also know that I must be strong. This feeling is really amazing."

Wei Lun raised his hand to brush away the hair in front of his face, he smiled, and his expression had regained his calmness and composure.

"Attil, give me a moment, will you?"

Rimbaud smiled, and he stretched out his hand. To Weilun's surprise, Rimbaud actually touched Weilun's head, as if to comfort the child.

The black-haired young man said: "Okay, then I will protect you during this period. You can't say this because of fear, but I can say it."

"Because it's something that will definitely be done and definitely can be done."

He walked briskly forward, and stretched out his hand to Wei Lun behind him: "Let's go, let's take a stroll in the afternoon, I'm leaving in an airship."

"do not waste time."

Wei Lun stared blankly at the hand stretched out in front of him. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and clenched the hand tightly.

"Well, no matter how much time you have, I will take you to the city center to see the tower. It is said that the clock at the top of the tower is 500 years old..."

The voices of the two chatting drifted away with the wind, and the bright sunshine in the summer afternoon fell on the two of them, and everything seemed to become warm and lively.