Cos Verlaine's I crossed

night.

Arthur Rimbaud's pillow becomes Goethe.

Goethe didn't show his thoughts, he was gentle, he just put his arms around Arthur Rimbaud's waist, encircled him gently, and gently sniffed the breath of the golden hair. This move proved one thing - there is no writer not lecherous.

Goethe was calm and relaxed, having obtained the ownership of the Assassin King, of course he didn't care about spending time cultivating feelings.

Arthur Rimbaud was given several instructions by him, and the shrewd Germans made the instructions revolve around three elements, disintegrating the will of the assassin king, namely eliminating hostility, obeying orders, and getting along patiently.

After a long time, the assassin king under control wanted to regard Goethe as an enemy again, and it was difficult to kill people.

Mental suggestion is one of the scariest things in the world.

Against the backdrop of Goethe's desire for control, Nietzsche's "advantages" shine brightly. He is affordable and willing to play with Arthur Rimbaud.Arthur Rimbaud would rather explore the seabed with Nietzsche than look at Goethe's eternal smiling face.

For the resistance of the Assassin King, Goethe was rarely frustrated.

He had tried his best to win the assassination king's favor, but the nerves of the two seemed to be on different channels, and they were speechless repeatedly.

Goethe couldn't help doubting his social skills.

"If it's Schiller, they should be happy to talk to me, and my wealth of knowledge can add insight to them."

Putting this kind of conversation skills on the Assassin King...it didn't work.

On the return flight back to Germany, Friedrich Nietzsche avoided Goethe in an adaptable way, teased Arthur Rimbaud from time to time, and lived every day as if he had an affair.

"Baby, for you, I will not hesitate to offend Goethe!"

Friedrich Nietzsche sweet talk.

In the eyes of others, the Nordic gods are a lover's baby in Nietzsche's mouth, making Arthur Rimbaud want to roll his eyes.

Arthur Rimbaud: "Your colleagues are terrible."

Friedrich Nietzsche hung on him: "There is no such thing as whoever is strong and who is in the top position is stronger than me."

Arthur Rimbaud has seen many people with different abilities, and most of them have some similarities with the characters in history. Like Nietzsche's misogynistic situation, one of the traits is infinitely highlighted.The Goethe of the two worlds, apart from being close in form, essentially makes Arthur Rimbaud feel like an unrelated existence.

Arthur Rimbaud was very casual in front of Nietzsche: "Nietzsche, can you tell me about Mr. Goethe?"

"Goethe?" Friedrich Nietzsche pouted, his expression would not be naive, but instead had a cold and cruel sense of enchantment. "Why do you want to know him? Honey, don't worry about his affairs. The more you know, the more troublesome you will be."

Arthur Rimbaud proudly: "I like trouble."

Friedrich Nietzsche rolled his eyes and accused the other party: "Hey, why don't you accept my trouble?"

Arthur Rimbaud cast a sidelong glance at Nietzsche who was twitching at him, and said coldly, "It's boring after you've tasted it."

Friedrich Nietzsche: "..."

Arthur Rimbaud grabbed Nietzsche's hand and said confidently: "Don't touch me, my body is Mr. Goethe's personal property. After returning to Germany, I will be Mr. Goethe's only bed partner. It is impossible to have any relationship with you again." .”

Friedrich Nietzsche shuddered with anger.

"Baby, even if you are so angry with me, I still love you."

"Your love is so cheap."

Arthur Rimbaud complained back, but Friedrich Nietzsche pointed at him and smiled: "Your cold appearance is too fake, take it easy, life is already so bitter."

Arthur Rimbaud silenced his voice.

Friedrich Nietzsche wanted to take him to play in the sea, and said without hesitation: "I am fed up with life in peacetime, war! War! I long for bloody fighting in my bones, and I want to hover like an eagle. Sprinkle my youth in the sky! Sea monsters in the sea—here I come!"

Arthur Rimbaud said with precision: "You middle-aged man."

Friedrich Nietzsche was trampled on a sore foot: "Don't say that! I'm still young!"

Arthur Rimbaud hummed softly, and the gravity covered the two of them, allowing them to step on the waves and walk with the wind. This was the first time that Nietzsche experienced the feeling of losing gravity outside of the equipment.

Friedrich Nietzsche couldn't help but envy: "The gravity ability is really good."

One of the most practical abilities.

It can fight and defend, can run and fly, and can easily go to the sky and enter the sea, realizing the dream of human beings for the sky and the sea.

Arthur Rimbaud was secretly curious: "What is your superpower?"

Friedrich Nietzsche laughed strangely, as if he was proud that the assassination king would ask about his supernatural ability, "I won't tell you, you have to become a German to know."

Arthur Rimbaud opened his mouth: "I marry you?"

Friedrich Nietzsche's neck seemed to be strangled by someone. On his slender neck, the cyan meridians stood out, reminding Arthur Rimbaud of his poor health record in history.

Friedrich Nietzsche's aura instantly weakened, and he was hit by Arthur Rimbaud's sugar-coated cannonball.

"But I... am not married."

Those deceitful eyes became shy.

"Forget it, I heard that the divorce rate among you Germans ranks among the top in the world, and the knot will be for nothing."

Arthur Rimbaud shrugged his shoulders and turned the topic. Friedrich Nietzsche pulled his sleeve and said bitterly: "The French are about the same."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Has Monsieur Goethe married and had children?"

Friedrich Nietzsche shook his head.

Arthur Rimbaud subconsciously wanted to touch his chin, but found that his behavior was indecent, and continued to pretend to assassinate the king: "What's the matter with Schiller? Why did you say that Mr. Goethe didn't dare to bring Schiller last time?"

Friedrich Nietzsche disdained: "What Goethe trusted the most was the Schiller he cultivated by himself. In the final analysis, he was a transcendent raised by himself. He has a sense of accomplishment."

"Baby, Goethe is a veritable old man." Friedrich Nietzsche discredited Goethe, "Don't be fooled by him."

[It seems that there are at least three surpassers in Germany. 】

[Very dangerous. 】

[Goethe and Schiller are both famous writers, among them, Goethe has the highest status and reputation in Germany, and is one of the top ten writers in the world. It is far better than "I" who wrote poetry in history, which indirectly shows that the strength may be stronger than me . 】

When Arthur Rimbaud was wondering if he should pretend to be obedient and follow him to Germany, he caught a dark shadow on the bottom of the sea out of the corner of his eye.

"There are sea monsters!"

Abandoning Nietzsche, Arthur Rimbaud rushed over, and Nietzsche, who had lost the assistance of gravity, was directly thrown into the sea by a wave.

Floating in the sea, Friedrich Nietzsche was surprised to see Arthur Rimbaud's wanton smile, and suddenly realized that those rejections and alienation were the other's disguise—the real blond man was a stormy wave from the sky .

[As expected of someone who dared to escape from the French government. 】

[It's really...a personality! 】

……

After killing the sea monster, the two had a barbecue at sea.

Then, Qiqi had diarrhea.

……

The doctor on board diagnosed the patient and judged that it was in the food. He sighed in his heart: [The transcendents seem to be stronger one by one, but their intestines and stomachs still belong to the range of human beings. 】

Goethe asked the doctor to take care of Nietzsche alone, and sat on the side of Arthur Rimbaud's bed, holding the other's weak wrist, and finally felt that he was a guardian.

After vomiting and diarrhea, Arthur Rimbord stopped eating.

Goethe was angry and funny.

If you don't pay attention, this kind of problem can happen to two people. I didn't expect my "compatriots" to be misled by Nietzsche.

"Pay attention to food safety next time." Goethe definitely didn't accuse the two of them of eating barbecue secretly and didn't bring him a portion.

Arthur Rimbaud closed his eyes: "You are so wordy, my stomach is uncomfortable, if you can't help, please go away."

Goethe reached out to touch Arthur Rimbaud's stomach, and rubbed it properly, "Is it here?"

Arthur Rimbaud made a nasal sound: "Yes."

Goethe took Arthur Rimbaud into his arms and massaged his uncomfortable stomach. Arthur Rimbaud had nowhere to rest his arms, so he simply hooked him around Goethe's neck and used him as a pillow.

Arthur Rimbaud's hand was prodding Goethe's neck at a dangerous point, and Goethe said calmly, "Don't be naughty."

Arthur Rimbaud feebly: "Why do you call me a compatriot?"

Goethe embraced the assassin king who obeyed him, and the blond man frowned, holding back his stomachache with a fragile expression, which was much cuter than a cold expression.Goethe has not tried to protect a certain person and take care of the other person's body for a long time, because most human beings are selfish and it is not worthy of Goethe to do so.

Goethe said in a good mood: "We are the same kind of people."

Arthur Rimbaud tilted his head: "Is there?"

Just as Goethe was about to explain, Arthur Rimbaud said hoarsely: "I can use gravity, I can fly, you said let me treat you as 'I' in the mirror, can you do it?"

Goethe's brows and eyes were stained with a hint of connivance.

"I can."

"If you don't believe me, show it to me."

"Verlaine, we are not in a hurry to prove it. When you recover, I will accompany you to the sky to see Berlin."

"I don't want the future, I just want the present."

Arthur Rimbaud became obstinate.

"Okay, I have received the wish you made to me, and this will prove it to you."

Goethe kissed Arthur Rimbaud on the forehead, giving a psychedelic kiss.Then, Arthur Rimbaud's pupils were dilated, and he had hallucinations. He "saw" Goethe using the gravity ability to fly him out of the room and onto the sea...

Arthur Rimbaud was immersed in hallucinations, his blue eyes were blurred and watery, and he no longer posed any problems for Goethe.

No one can refuse such a romance.

Seeing this, Goethe breathed a sigh of relief, God knows how worried he was that the means would fail and his reputation would be ruined.

"Because I was born late, and my experience has not reached my level, it is still easy to coax."

Once again, Goethe felt that Schiller's temper was too good. Whatever he said, the other party basically believed what he said, and he dealt with one voice after another that questioned him.Schiller was full of admiration for him without the manipulation of instructions at all.

However, men have the bad roots of half-heartedness.

The devil is no exception.

Conquering the rebellious Verlaine is the fun.

Goethe's fingers touched Arthur Rimbaud's heart. According to the information left by "Fun", all the strength of the other party is concentrated in the heart, which is the source of Paul Verlaine's life and seals the "singularity" The place.

Goethe murmured: "Go back and study it carefully. This artificial body may be the greatest treasure."

An hour passed.

Arthur Rimbaud is still swimming in the sea.

Two hours passed.

Arthur Rimbaud refused to wake up, and asked Goethe for this and that in his hallucination, showing all his willfulness, and Goethe in the hallucination smiled and agreed.

three hours passed...

Arthur Rimbaud played further.

In the real room, Goethe felt that something was wrong, and looked suspiciously at Arthur Rimbaud who seemed to be slaughtered.Goethe had to pretend that they were back on board and wake up the "sick" Arthur Rimbaud.

"I'm tired, we should rest."

"Mr. Goethe, you're admitting that you're exhausted. It's only been three times!"

"???"

Goethe was slightly taken aback, wait a minute, he missed something good.