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escaped.

Almost fell into the "trap" of old man Hugo!

After Arthur Rimbaud untied his hands and pulled up his trousers, he found the window and fled out.His footsteps were light and light, without touching the ground, he walked around the red light district of Paris countless times, and then found an empty box.

He fell headfirst into the rose-red heart-shaped sofa.

Unless the red-light district conducts a general investigation, calling out all the guests who are looking for pleasure, and searching the rooms one by one until it is published on the evening news in Paris, he feels that no one will be able to find him in a short time.

This time...is enough for him to sleep first and avoid the storm outside.

Arthur Rimbaud's eyelids closed, and gravity wrapped him around.

Huhu sleep.

In the dim box, the man was sleeping on the sofa, his eyes were closed tightly, and his breath was entwined with the smell of alcohol.He rested one foot on the back of the sofa, and stepped on the dirty cushion with the other. His long blond hair, like flowing liquid gold, slipped ambiguously from the edge of the sofa to the ground.

The dark red light appeared and disappeared on his skin, containing a strange wildness, telling the danger that no one was allowed to approach.

I don't know how long ago.

The door of the box was opened by a bony hand.

The person who came in from the outside was tall and his face was hidden in the dark. The combination of tights and trousers was sharp and angular, exuding the most primitive male lust.The visitor glanced at the room, and then closed it silently, without disturbing Arthur Rimbaud who was sleeping inside.

For several days, Arthur Rimbaud seemed to have forgotten Paul Verlaine and the danger of the French government. After he lost his brother to Lantang, he lingered in the red light district of Paris every day.

During the day, he was in the limelight, talking and smiling, hooking his index finger over the cheeks of each of his suitors, bewildering an unknown number of them.

At night, he reeked of alcohol and returned to the safe box to sleep.

Arthur Rimbaud has a characteristic.

Sleeping positions are varied, and she often rolls onto the carpet with the pillow in her arms.

He thought he could go to bed casually and vent, and finally found out——it's not easy to find someone who is pleasing to the eye.

Apartment at 289 Avenue Jacques.

Paul Verlaine gave up chasing and killing Phantom, stopped investigating the other party's whereabouts, and was guarded by Lantang 24 hours a day.Very simple, relatives and friends reassured him again and again, vowing not to help Paul's brother treat the Phantom, and all the supernatural doctors of the French government would not help the Phantom.

In Paul Verlaine's eyes, the meaning of the phantom is linked to how much his brother cares about it. If his brother doesn't care about the phantom, his murderous thoughts will subside.

Paul Verlaine also suspected that his relatives and friends were cheating and secretly helping the Phantom.But after his temptation, it is impossible for Lan Tang to deceive himself for an irrelevant person. If Lan Tang says no, then it is true.

On the bed in the apartment, Paul Verlaine urged Lan Tang to send a message to his brother.

"Just tell my brother, you have taught me well, I will change my life from now on, let him come to me quickly."

"...Your brother must believe such words."

Lantang's black line, how can I make Paul change his ways?

Even if you can.

The time they spent together was too short.

"Give me the phone." Paul Verlaine snatched Lan Tang's phone, and Lan Tang threw the phone away, blocking gravity with a subspace cube.

Lan Tang said: "No, Paul is not restless at all. When your brother sees you, he knows that there is no change at all."

Paul Verlaine paused, was he so obvious?Lan Tang hugged his waist, his waist trembled, Lan Tang scratched his nose, and said dotingly: "Paul, you have to be sincere, don't think that your brother can understand you, you have to understand you elder brother."

Paul Verlaine didn't listen, didn't listen, and his relatives and friends recited scriptures.

The two brothers didn't have anyone to deal with. The blond brother in Lan Tang's arms kept a cold face and repeated, "Will you give it or not?"

Lan Tang sighed, feeling like teaching for nothing again, this education problem really stumped him, even if he communicated with the teacher to discuss it, it was useless.

When he was young, Paul could still hear some opinions, knew how to ask him for experience, and quickly mastered the ability to assassinate.When he grew up, Paul played wild outside, and he knew how to let himself go.

Lantang couldn't solve the opponent's temper with force.

Therefore, Lan Tang parted Paul Verlaine's messy blond hair, bowed his head and kissed her, covering the red lips that shouldn't be ruthless.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

Paul Verlaine, who had been abstinent for many years, was kissed so softly that he asked indifferently: "Didn't you say that holding me is enough?"

A few days ago, Lan Tang was so calm that he really surprised Paul Verlaine, thinking that his relatives and friends had changed in the past eight years.

Lan Tang stroked the braided hair on Paul Verlaine's forehead, and his marks were left on the other party's body, which were deeper than the lover's hickey marks.He poured his heart and soul into cultivating Paul, and it took so many years for Paul to have a place in his heart to put down their memories.

"Paul is by my side, so I won't be afraid of the cold." After a misunderstanding, Lan Tang understood the benefits of playing a straight ball, and he was not afraid of embarrassment, and directly expressed the beautiful feelings of human beings. What cured my disease."

Lan Tang used the tone of reading a story: "It's you, the person I love the most has returned to my side, and my sun has melted the winter."

Paul Verlaine couldn't help but be distracted, the sun?This word seems to be on the lips of the elder brother, the elder brother is pursuing the sun and the sea?

"Friends, you are very similar to my brother, in a certain way."

"which aspect?"

"He also loved chasing the sun."

"……yes."

The emotion on Lan Tang's face made Paul Verlaine incomprehensible.

Lan Tang half-closed his eyes and said with a smile: "I have found what your brother didn't find, and it's in my arms."

Paul Verlaine wondered: "I am the sun?"

Paul Verlaine enjoyed the feeling of being cherished, and thought in amazement: Relatives and friends have found what his brother was looking for.

Lan Tang hugged Paul Verlaine tenderly, the distance between his chest and heart was so close, he was no longer a stranger who was close at hand but far away in the sky, "You are the storm of others, the sun of me alone, you are warm No one else, only me warm."

Eight years ago, the lonely intelligence agent had a partner.

This partner is immature, indifferent, with eyes full of exploration of the world, as clean and pure as a handful of melting snow.

Cold is really cold.

If it melts, it will definitely bloom a wonder of spring.

Lan Tang was under a lot of pressure at the beginning, afraid that he would not be able to guide the other party on the right path, and that he would not be able to shoulder the tasks of the French government.

In the end, Lantang's feelings were recognized by Arthur Rimbaud, and he had the opportunity to talk to Paul Verlaine.

The elder brother sent the younger brother to Lan Tang.

Agreed with this love.

Paul Verlaine didn't know his brother's painstaking efforts, but he understood how incredible Lantang's love for him was. He said, "I don't believe it, maybe I can warm..." Brother?He changed his words rationally: "Brother?"

Lan Tang rubbed Paul Verlaine's head, "Paul is a man who loves his elder brother and younger brother, which is very good."

Paul Verlaine became lonely: "My brother doesn't want me anymore."

Lan Tang said: "Your elder brother is waiting for you to change, and your younger brother—I think he is waiting for you in Japan."

Paul Verlaine was not annoyed when he revealed his brother's whereabouts.

"Friends and relatives, I know that my brother is angry at me for being too ruthless and meddling in his private life. I just have no way to share my brother with other people. When I think of someone coveting my body and hurting my brother, I am very annoyed. Those people You don't deserve to touch your brother's fingers."

Those blue eyes are like hell, burning with the karma of the world.

Paul Verlaine was not a blank slate.

He is very smart, he knows everything in many fields, and his growth rate is astonishingly fast. He has mastered extremely high assassination skills in four years.

He is different from ordinary people and out of tune with the world, but he doesn't bother to understand the rules made by other people.

"Do you know?" Paul Verlaine said, feeling sad for the first time, it was not for himself, but for what he felt faintly—the scar on his brother's heart, "Phantom rejecting brother, what a ridiculous thing, Phantom Isn’t it just pursuing the transcendent?”

"He couldn't see his brother's true face, and he didn't know anything. I tortured him and learned that he wanted revenge on Maupassant. I almost wanted to laugh."

"Where is he taking revenge?"

"Friends and relatives, I don't understand love, but I know that hating someone requires strong emotions to support, such as me, I have hated you for a moment, and then my heart is empty."

Paul Verlaine has tasted the grievance and injustice, he is taking revenge on Phantom for his brother, using the cruelest way!

Because, his brother is sad!

How could the best brother in his eyes be inferior to Maupassant!

Lan Tang kissed Paul's forehead: "Don't hold grudges against Phantom anymore, Phantom is not worth it, I want to know how much you hated at that moment?"

Ripples of memory appeared in Paul Verlaine's eyes, and he spoke the truth.

"I want you to die, die!"

You partner who imprisoned him free!

You motherland first, mission first bastard!

Lan Tang guided: "How did you die? Was shot to death, killed by the enemy country? Was crushed by your unscrupulous gravity? Was blown to nothing by the power that erupted from Mr. Zhongye?"

Paul Verlaine thought about all kinds of possibilities, and he couldn't help being excited because he was naturally cold-hearted. It was always interesting to see Lan Tang's misfortune, after all, he had been under Lan Tang's command for four years.

The brutal thought didn't last long, and his memory stayed in the scene of the black hat being blown away and falling to Lan Tang's side.

Fate has come to a fork in the road.

The 19-year-old Lan Tang looked at him, wearing earmuffs, his face was cold, and a pair of golden-green eyes reflected under the "Color Painting Collection".

There was no hatred in Lan Tang's eyes, but full of incomprehension towards him.

Paul Verlaine escaped too hastily and missed Lan Tang's sincerity. Today, eight years later, when he suddenly looked back and met Lan Tang's tolerant eyes as always, he discovered a truth.

Sustain the hate, have strong feelings.

To maintain love, is it necessary to have a stronger and firmer belief?

"Friends, I seem to have made a mistake..." Paul Verlaine murmured, "You are different, you are different from those people."

There are only three types of people in his heart.

Myself, my relatives, and—Lan Tang.

Lan Tang got the belated enlightenment from Paul Verlaine, and he was stunned. He couldn't believe that the other party would think deeply. He had the talent of ignoring love in the direction of direction, and his understanding of emotion stayed at the superficial level.

He seemed to see the day after the ice and snow melted.

Paul Verlaine glanced at Lantang, his eyes flickered uneasy, "I'm sorry, I did something bad, why don't you want to kill me..."

Lan Tang paused and said: "I promised to protect you."

Partner, I know better than anyone that you can be influenced, I made the wrong choice and pushed you away from my side.

"It doesn't matter if it's hell in front of you?"

As soon as Paul Verlaine's words came out, Lan Tang knew that he had peeked at the mission letter he brought back to France, which contained Lan Tang's diary, which recorded most of the things since he met Paul Verlaine.

"Yes." Lan Tang was Paul Verlaine's salvation, he would not let go of Paul Verlaine if he hugged him, lest no one would fall in love with him again.

"With you, I have endless courage. I am not afraid of any task, and I dare to go to any danger—"

"I give you my love, family, and friendship."

"Paul, come back to me."

Paul Verlaine's way of responding to Lan Tang was youthful and enthusiastic. He imitated the bed-climbing gesture in his youth, actively hooked Lan Tang's neck, and offered himself, as if he only wanted to do this—

【I gave you my body, you have to do what you say. 】

Lan Tang's nose was sore, and he heard the voice of the young Paul in his ears, the insecure laboratory artificial man was tempting him.

He accepted with a smile, sticking to his original intention for the rest of his life.

[I will do it. 】

Lantang and Paul Verlaine made a private decision for life. Paul Verlaine never cheated on Lantang. For eight years, he kept a clean life and continued their unilateral suspicion and confusion in an intangible way.

On this night, Paul Verlaine temporarily let go of his elder brother and younger brother, and realized that communication is the bridge between people.

Paul Verlaine opened his blue eyes with a smile, and took the initiative to hook Lan Tang's neck, regarding him as a lover, their breath blended together, regardless of each other, and they lingered on the black French bed sheets all night.

Lan Tang forgot all about the teacher's phone call and the daily report request, and was immersed in the warm blanket.

The next day, early in the morning.

Charles Baudelaire disappeared and came to Lan Tang's apartment.

Paul Verlaine's vigilance was quite high, he spotted the stranger one step faster than Lan Tang, and opened his eyes instantly.He saw Charles Baudelaire, who had a funny face and harbored ill intentions towards him, and his attack instinct came online, and he really wanted to blow this "Flower of Evil" away.

He held back, and glanced at Lan Tang, who was by his pillow and regarded him as a treasure. The other party was the teacher of his relatives and friends, and the leader of the Paris Commune. Beating someone meant he didn't want to stay in Paris anymore.

Taking stock of the situation, Paul Verlaine pulled the quilt over his head.

Lan Tang had already woken up.

The people who solve the problem are destined to be Paul's relatives and friends.

"Teacher." Lan Tang said earnestly, "Can you knock on the door? This is trespassing."

Charles Baudelaire laughed off the protests of the students. If he knocked on the door, wouldn't he miss the "shy" side of Paul Verlaine.That's right, the Assassin King's act of avoiding his sight just now was shy in his eyes. Charles Baudelaire was very confident in his external image, and he didn't even think about whether the other party was out of sight.

Lan Tang sat up halfway, and first took care of Paul's emotions. He kissed the ear of the person under the quilt, and the other person curled up. His golden hair was wet with sweat. Lazy patterns, and the sexiness of adult men.

Lan Tang was pushed under the bed by Paul Verlaine with such force that he almost fell off the bed, knowing that Paul detested him again.

It's ok.

He's used to it, and Paul is a little awkward and doesn't know how to express it.

Just don't dislike Paul.

Lan Tang put on his clothes, put on his shoes, and pushed out Mr. Baudelaire who insisted on teasing Paul Verlaine: "Teacher, don't hang around the door. Let's go out and talk, and leave the bedroom to Paul."

Charles Baudelaire turned his head back from time to time to see the handsome Assassin King on the bed, and laughed jokingly, believing that the students had reconciled with Paul Verlaine.What Paul Verlaine cared most about was freedom, and he didn't escape because he believed that Lantang would protect him.

The French high-ranking officials now know that Paul Verlaine has an older brother, and the two brothers are transcendent, so the significance of assassinating the king has increased.

Charles Baudelaire envied him, his love experience was not going well, his first love was planted on Hugo, and he was broken early, and later he lingered in the arms of beauties from all over the world, but he never slept with such a high-quality transcendent brother flower, no, The whole world can't find the second pair, right?He said to the students who are better than blue: "Athier, which one is better, brother or brother?"

"...Please don't bring this up again!"

Lan Tang was out of breath, covered the teacher's mouth, and forcibly dragged him away. Paul Verlaine in the bedroom had sharp eyes and ears, and he clearly heard the words that the teacher "stoked discord" to the students.

"Brother and me?"

The blonde Assassin King showed his head, thought for a while, and then came up with an idea.

"If I don't want my brother to go out to find a lover, I can give my relatives and friends to my brother? But—will my brother agree? In the future, my brother will follow my brother's lead in dating, so what should I do? There is only one relative and friend, and I don't have enough physical strength."

Paul Verlaine had a headache.

Is this the trouble after having a family?

Friends, I haven't done it for eight years. Your ability in bed didn't surprise me too much.