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In the VIP room, Bernard Shaw saw Oscar Wilde come back, and before he had time to speak, he saw the person he brought with him in a daze.

[I kindly take you abroad to relax and keep you away from the fire pit! 】

[You jumped back into the fire pit by yourself again? ! 】

Don't doubt the eyesight of the British transcendent, George Bernard Shaw is not blind, who else could he be with his blatant blond hair and blue eyes, except the Frenchman who made Oscar Wilde lose his mind for several months?

The most frightening thing is that the time between the two is not long enough. Oscar Wilde is in a period of emotional emptiness, without the company of other lovers.

Bernard Shaw regretted that he probably shouldn't have taken Wilde abroad.

The Yan dog... licked it back again.

"He is my best friend, Bernard Shaw. Although he is tall and thin like a reed leaf, he is very strong, and his mouth is stronger than mine!"

When Oscar Wilde introduced Bernard Shaw, Arthur Rimbaud took a look at Bernard Shaw who did not welcome him, and thought that Bernard Shaw was best known not for his works, but for his eloquence, and distorted the facts with a sneer: "Your mouth is better than Fingal? Looks like Fingal tried it?"

Oscar Wilde laughed happily: "No, I was just scolded by him. Is he bad on the other hand? I have to ask his lover."

Bernard Shaw couldn't bear it anymore, and made nasty jokes to his face?

"Oscar!"

"We don't have a leg, so there's nothing we can't say."

Oscar Wilde got carried away, helped Arthur Rimbaud pull the chair, served tea and water, and expressed the importance of sex over friends to the bone.

Arthur Rimbaud grinned: "Mr. Bernard Shaw, you really should eat more. Being too thin will make people suspect that British food is not good."

Bernard Shaw glanced at him: "You really should eat less, be careful of getting fat, France will suspect that you defected and went looking for delicious food."

Arthur Rimbaud: "Oh."

Arthur Rimbaud: "Mr. Bernard Shaw looks older than Fingal?"

Oscar Wilde is a 27-year-old young man with a strong body and a ruddy complexion. He likes fashionable clothes.In contrast, Bernard Shaw has a calm, 40-[-]-year-old middle-aged feeling, and the snarky bad temper cannot be seen from the outside.

Bernard Shaw drank his tea slowly: "So what."

Arthur Rimbaud's astonishment was not false. He was curious about this British playwright who became famous later and was a few years younger than himself: "Before I met you, I always thought that the rumors from the outside world were false. Not only are they friends, but they are also friends at the dusk level!"

George Bernard Shaw's sip of tea was so suspended that he didn't spit it out.

He gritted his teeth angrily.

Is he that old?Have it!At most, he is not as fond of dressing up as Oscar Wilde, so he won't be 80 years old!

Oscar Wilde said unconscionably: "I told him to dress himself up more, and he never listened to me."

Bernard Shaw sarcastically said: "After listening to your words, I must either dress like a different person or not wear anything at all. Only then will you be satisfied."

Oscar Wilde laughed: "Okay."

Stabbing doesn't hurt friend, George Bernard Shaw takes aim at the damned Frenchman.

"Your mask is so ugly, don't you see people?"

"Fuck!"

Arthur Rimbaud happily took off his mask.

His appearance is more wild and aggressive, his snow-white skin has turned into a honey color, and the area from his chin to his neck is curved gracefully, as if brushed with a layer of honey. Under the neutral downlight in the room, he is stepping on a stool with one leg , as if bringing the wind and sunshine of the tropical rainforest.

Oscar Wilde heartbroken: 'How did you get a tan?'

Arthur Rimbaud gave him a middle finger: "Shut up if you can't speak."

Bernard Shaw had a close look at Arthur Rimbaud's well-deserved true face, his expression remained unchanged, and he quietly bit the tip of his tongue to remind himself of the hostility.

Everyone is like Oscar Wilde, the world is over!

"Gamble or not?"

Arthur Rimbaud asked the question carelessly.

"What are you gambling?"

When Bernard Shaw saw Oscar Wilde take his seat, he knew it was a two-on-one situation, and he had to deal with two people at the gaming table.

"Honey want to gamble, or something else?"

Oscar Wilde's face was full of spring, his cheeks were propped up, and half of his body was about to fall on the person next door.

"Without supernatural powers, whoever loses will take off a piece of clothing."

Arthur Rimbaud reveals Oscar Wilde's favorite bet.

Then, Arthur Rimbaud kicked Fingal under the table to make Fingal sober, they were going to join forces to deal with Bernard Shaw.

Oscar Wilde wiped away a nonexistent nosebleed.

"I agree!"

Whoever undresses, he earns, what if he undresses himself?Then there is no problem, lovers and friends do not need to be angry!

As a result, Oscar Wilde in the gambling game was like a grass on the wall, leaning towards Arthur Rimbaud on one side and Bernard Shaw on the other, looking around, and finally became the first person to take off only his underwear.

Arthur Rimbaud wondered: "It's so tempting."

Bernard Shaw covered his face: "Such a stupid fellow is actually us Irish."

"Please call me the most perfect man in Britain." Oscar Wilde proudly showed his body muscles, raised his chest and raised his head. With a male figure of 1.9 meters [-] and his favorite high heels, he threw aside the black stockings on his legs and became a thick man. part of your clothing.

Oscar Wilde dropped the playing cards.

"My friend, I have taken good care of our precious friendship. Now——you should retreat and leave the room to me."

"Oscar, you will die in bed sooner or later!"

Bernard Shaw didn't want to endure the peachy atmosphere and fled the scene.

In the room, the camera is turned off, and the excellent VIP room never forgets to add a cubicle for the sofa and bed.

Arthur Rimbaud chuckled and pointed in the direction of the compartment.

Oscar Wilde fiddled with his shoulder-length hair, walked in actively, and stepped out of the high-heeled posture with a dignified posture.In fact, he was so nervous that he almost walked on his hands and feet. He made up his mind to seduce Rimbaud, but he was ready to overcome the pain of lovesickness.

"Click" sound.

Arthur Rimbaud goes to Fingal.

The door was locked, and Bernard Shaw outside was even more desperate for his friends.

However, Bernard Shaw will not be alone, because the other person can't wait for his brother to come out of the VIP room. In order to take care of his brother, he absent-mindedly accompanied him to the casino. He was slightly dissatisfied with his brother's behavior, so he didn't go to Artie immediately. El Rimbaud.

"Brother, if you want to find him, go."

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't stand the surveillance either, and wished to let the other party go away for a while.

"He wants to play in another place, why should I follow him?"

Paul Verlaine paid attention to the movement upstairs, but his brother did not come out for a while, which meant that he was still gambling with others inside.

"Are you angry with him?" Zhong Yuanzhong also said the routine learned on TV, "What if he sneaks away, or is cheated by others? Can you guarantee that he will not suffer losses?"

Paul Verlaine: "...not angry."

Paul Verlaine left Chuya Nakahara and walked quickly towards the stairs, "I'll be right back, don't go far."

Zhong Yuanzhong also coaxed him away, feeling relieved: "Finally, I got rid of the terrible low pressure on my brother."

Without his brother, Zhongyuan Zhong also ran to the gaming table.

However, the free time didn't last long, and a staff member came over with a blank expression and asked to check the passport and identity certificate.

Reason: In the United States, it is expressly stipulated that minors cannot gamble.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said sadly: "I just took a look."

The gambling table has nothing to do with him.

He's not stupid enough to say "Howmuch" and bribing the staff at a casino doesn't make him look mature.

After walking out, Zhongyuan Zhong also swore viciously.

"I'll come back when I'm an adult!"

Upstairs, the VIP room of this casino basically entertains billionaires, and it is decorated extremely luxuriously. The corridors are covered with handmade carpets imported from Egypt, the crystal chandeliers reflect the magic of money, and the sound insulation measures between the walls Well done, barely audible.

The guests walking here are well-dressed, smiling, and bring their female companions, and the bustling public entertainment area is like two worlds-gambling is just a pastime of the upper class from ancient times to the present.

Paul Verlaine sneaked into the VIP area to look for his brother, and the gravity detection wave fed back corresponding information again and again.

Until one room, the gravity detection wave came to nothing.

Paul Verlaine looked over immediately, making sure that his brother was in this room, cut the door lock, and walked in regardless.

The imaginary picture of many people sitting around did not appear.

Arthur Rimbaud sat there with his legs crossed, holding a bunch of grapes, leaning his head on the back of the chair, with the bottom grape in his mouth.

He had taken a shower, was wearing a nightgown, and his legs were partly visible.

Not to mention how hormonal it is.

If another person sees it, I'm afraid I want to dream about it, so I'll take a few more glances at my chest.

Paul Verlaine's focus was not on sexiness, but asked suspiciously: "Brother, didn't you play cards?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Played a few."

Paul Verlaine stepped forward, held a strand of wet hair, and picked it up. The skin on the nape of his brother's neck was lighter, and there were red marks on it.

"what is this?"

"Traces of a bath."

"...Where did the man who brought you go?"

"Going out to find friends."

Arthur Rimbaud ate grapes, sweet but not sour, and he didn't spit out the seeds.

"Remember to wipe your hair clean, my brother is waiting for us below." Paul Verlaine found a towel and put it on his brother's head.He didn't ask any more questions, and turned around to go out to trouble Oscar Wilde.

Arthur Rimbaud did not stop the opponent.

A few minutes later, Paul Verlaine returned vigorously.

The two British transcendents were present, and they were prepared in advance. No matter how advanced Paul Verlaine's assassination skills were, he would not be able to kill Oscar Wilde who had seduced his brother at once.

Standing in front of his brother without speaking, Paul Verlaine remained strangely silent, his blue eyes, which looked like his brother's, turned into a silent sea, quietly and deeply watching Arthur Rimbaud who had cheated once.

"Brother, as you expected, I can't kill him for the time being. If you like beauty very much, let's go back and find relatives and friends."

"???"

Arthur Rimbaud waited for his brother to be angry, but he got angry himself.

He coughed a few times, swallowed the juicy grapes, and said, "Since when did you become so enlightened and plan to give Lantang to me?"

Paul Verlaine's brows suddenly tightened.

"Why do you think so?"

He couldn't even stand Oscar Wilde, how could he let Lantang get involved in their brotherhood?

"I mean--the superpowers of relatives and friends are suitable for collecting beauties. He has a lot of tools. He is not only obedient, but also doesn't have to worry about getting sick. The British Transcendents are not clean. I will borrow one for you."

"..."

Arthur Rimbaud silently put down the grapes in his hands.

Borrow who?

Borrowing Lantang, or borrowing "color painting collection"?

Brother, what have you learned during the four years with Lantang!

Artille Rimbaud couldn't let Paul Verlaine continue to make mistakes, and said bluntly: "I don't want it, I only like to live, and I won't get along with them for a long time, a relationship will end when it's time to end, you Don't get in the way of my private life."

Paul Verlaine's pupils lost focus, and his eyelashes fluttered rapidly, thinking about what this sentence meant.

Paul Verlaine: "He...they...?"

Arthur Rimbaud looked at me for you: "I know you look down on the weak, so I rekindled the old relationship with my ex, the ex-boyfriend of the transcendent level, don't you also have a relative or friend who broke up?"

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Liar, what you said is that you only like women in the future.