What is the experience of the Transcendent being disabled?

Yayoi took Verlaine's hand affectionately and stuck it to her little face, solemnly emphasizing the other's age.

"Wood-Yayoi-chan knows that you are wronged. Isn't this something you can't do? It's nothing better to be spoiled by your sister-in-law than going back to France to eat pork chop rice-or are you willing to leave the world's cutest Yayoi-"

Verlaine was reluctant, not only was he reluctant, but he even hugged the child tightly in his arms.Verlaine felt sorry for his younger brother who had been fooled into a fool, and he also felt sorry for himself who was murdered. "They don't know how to eat pork chop rice. They don't dare to act rashly unless they have to."

The price of forcibly bringing back two transcendents is too high. Originally, the existence of transcendents is difficult to control. The most powerful weapon for countries to treat transcendents is to cultivate their sense of belonging, responsibility and honor to the country. Go and pull these weapons to your side.

If it is purely violent, it is likely to trigger a strong backlash.It is not an exaggerated legend that the transcendent can control the situation of the battle by himself.Once the rebound and chain reaction are caused, the second supernatural war is not far away.

It is precisely because of this that it is called a nuclear bomb.People with special abilities have their own circle, and those in power also have their own circle in which they need to weigh the pros and cons. If the two conflict, the latter will pay a greater price.

They are monsters free from the world, unwilling and disdain to compromise fate and the world.As long as he, Attil, and China don't join the power of the country, don't be too high-profile, and offend the core interests of the old organization and even the country, the problem will be fine.

Just like Zhong would take the initiative to join the port mafia, joining this unofficial supernatural organization is the most appropriate and safest choice.

Rimbaud had expected this result long ago. The detective from the secret service department always had a way to calm Yayoi. He stretched his waist and said, "I want to eat something light today. How about sashimi?"

Others had no objections, Chuya said, "Sashimi doesn't go well with drinks, non-alcoholic wine?"

"Yes." Rimbaud replied readily.

They picked a well-known Japanese restaurant in Mihua Town, and found a secluded table to order.Seeing the waitress backing away hesitantly, Rimbaud couldn't help but look at his three companions with the red ears.

The little guy has always been very attractive, attracting fans of parents, brothers and sisters, PASS.Chuya put his feet on the chair again, and lowered his legs obediently under his gaze.And then there's Verlaine...

Verlaine was still looking at the menu seriously. "Athil, pack a piece of fried foie gras when you leave, don't you want to drink wine? It should go well with this."

He tilted his head and smiled at Rimbaud like a Cattleya blooming on a rock. His blue eyes carried deep love and deep dependence.

He stretched out his slender fingers, fiddled with the golden bangs on Verlaine's side, and gently pushed them away, revealing the equally beautiful right eye hidden under the hair.

As if being bewitched, she leaned over and kissed it superficially.Rimbaud seemed to hear a woman's exclamation, and a smile flashed in Rimbaud's eyes.He said softly: "I won't be satisfied with only foie gras as an appetizer—"

"Then what else do you want?" Verlaine rested his chin on one hand, pretending to listen attentively.

"I think..." Rimbaud said halfway, turning his head to look at the two light bulbs sitting across from him.

Chuya covered Yayoi's eyes with both hands, and said in a tone of disapproval: "Please don't add unnecessary harm to the family tradition that has bottomed out."

Rimbaud clicked his tongue lightly, spread his hands and said: "Zhongye, you are not young anymore, you should also try the fun of adults. Although the mental age is eight years old, the body is 15 years old, the adolescent body wants to try love Paul and I will have no disagreement."

Verlaine said hastily: "I don't agree." The younger brother is his younger brother, what kind of love is he talking about.

Zhong also said helplessly: "Athier, your intentions are too obvious. And whether you are eight or 15 years old, it is too early to fall in love."

"Then why is it too early, 20 years old? 30 years old?" Rimbaud looked at Yayoi, "Well, this child is too early." There is a ban on falling in love at 30 years old.

Yayoi forcefully pulled down Chuya's hands, pouted her bright red mouth, and squinted her eyes at her elder brother and sister-in-law in front of her.

After finding nothing interesting, I said, "Is puppy love fun?" Before the age of 30, it's all puppy love——

Verlaine looked at the menu carefully and said he would withdraw from this discussion.Rimbaud thought about it carefully, and said, "Whether it's fun or not, it depends on the individual. It's just to pass the time."

"Has sister-in-law ever been in love?" Yayoi asked.

"Yes, I had a girlfriend before." Sensing Verlaine's gaze, Rimbaud said hastily, "Later I was arrested and imprisoned. Like my family, they thought I died in prison. Don't Look at me this way, when we were young, at most we kissed the back of the hand, we didn’t do anything—”

To show his innocence, he spread his hands before Verlaine's eyes.Verlaine pursed his lips and said, "I don't mind. You didn't meet me back then."

Rimbaud looked at the wrinkled menu he was holding, and took a sip of tea to suppress his shock.It's not an illusion, since Yayoi said Paul was a yellow-faced man last time, his desire for monopoly has become stronger day by day.

However, Rimbaud didn't find such a lively and jealous Paul annoying. Instead, he thought he was cute.

He couldn't bear to stretch out his hand to pluck Verlaine's bangs, and Chuya... asked him in a shocked tone that seemed to refresh his cognition.

"Have you ever been in prison?" It was Rimbaud's past that Zhong also could not imagine.The transcendent, actually go to jail?Who has the courage to catch him!

"It's nothing to make a fuss about." Rimbaud glanced at Zhong Ye, and said calmly, "You are playing what I left over from the past, smoking, drinking, fighting and dancing."

Rimbaud seldom recalled the past, it was a long time ago for him, like a memory from his previous life.After becoming a transcendent, he completely drew a line with the past.

This is normal, some supernatural beings will bid farewell to the past after awakening their abilities, and step into a brand new second life.He is still a group who left relatively late.

Compared to Yayoi and Chuya, Verlaine was the one who moved the most.Although he and Rimbaud have known each other for 12 years, in fact, Rimbaud seldom talked about his past, whether it was before the relationship was established or until now.

He thought he already knew his relatives and friends very well, but today he realized that what he understood was only the tip of the iceberg of the other party.

A person's growth environment, experience, and every turning point in life are important parts of shaping Arthur Rimbaud.

Rimbaud also impromptu recited a French poem written by himself. The black-haired young man with a melancholy temperament, his magnetic and elegant voice, and the romantic and gentle foreign language wiped away the frost.

The person sitting here is no longer a former European spy with many battles and outstanding achievements, but more like a poet lying lazily on his side while sailing at night, gazing tenderly at the dark and quiet lake, and occasionally lightly holding the wicker hand. Lightly flick the water.

After reading the entire poem, Verlaine and Zhong also responded enthusiastically, expressing their sentiments with applause.

Rimbaud brushed away the hair in front of his eyes with his fingers and pinned it behind his ears. "I named this poem "Childhood". You are the first and only people who are lucky enough to hear it."

As he spoke, he blinked mischievously, picked up the sake brought by the waiter, and poured a small glass for himself and Verlaine.

As soon as the sake was in his mouth, before he swallowed it, he heard Yayoi say to Verlaine: "Wood-Yayoi wants a mobile phone- hurry up-call the fairy brother-start a company-start a publishing house——"

Rimbaud?

Why is there a bad feeling.

"Sister-in-law's poems are so nice—" Although I couldn't understand them. "It's decided-it's going to be published-sister-in-law, please work hard, write more, Yayoi-chan will become the poet's younger brother-whether our family can become a scholarly family depends on you--"

Rimbaud swallowed the wine with difficulty. "This... can't be done."

Yayoi: "You smell of alcohol-Jiuya, did sister-in-law drink before?"

Zhong also thought about it, and said, "Before you came back, he drank a bottle of whiskey and a sliced ​​lemon by himself. Uh..." He scratched his cheek, "No wonder Attil talked so much today, it turns out that Are you drunk? But his face is not red."

Verlaine said, "Athier doesn't look drunk even when he's drunk." And he's a good drinker, and so on.

"I remember that bottle of wine...Yayoi-chan, did you open it yesterday and put it back again? It's the bottle next to the TV cabinet, on the left side of the third shelf."

After opening it, Rimbaud hurriedly drank it after he found out.Verlaine didn't drink because he wanted to drive.

Yayoi said innocently: "I just opened it and smelled it - I didn't drink it -"

Because he secretly drank once three years ago, Xiao Ling was furious, and said that he would deduct all his snacks next time he dared to drink again.

Anyway, the wine is not good to drink. After drinking it, I feel dizzy and painful, and there is no juice to drink——

"I didn't say you drank it." Verlaine tried to make his tone sound natural, "Did you add anything to it?"

Yayoi rested her fingers on her chin, and then casually grabbed the peanuts on the plate and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing while remembering, "Ah-Jala-it's Shin--"

"letter?"

"The oil bottle found a piece of paper, and said that after writing down the wish, it will come true - it was said on TV - the wishing bottle can find a good friend - Yayoi-chan wrote it - if you can't find an empty bottle, open the wine , poured it out and stuffed it into the bottle-I wanted to throw it away-but the paper disappeared after it was stuffed in-put the wine back and put it away-"

Yayoi-chan sighed: "The oil bottle is really useless--I was deceived--"

The oil bottle crawled out of the doll and called out: "Mimimi—" Yayoi-chan said that he wanted to play the wishing bottle game, and it took a little effort to find the paper that can make wishes.

Yayoi doesn't care. "Whatever—it's the oil bottle's fault—it's the idiot—"

Verlaine quickly embraced Rimbaud with absent-minded eyes in his arms, and Rimbaud's voice was a little hoarse: "Wish come true...the legendary blank book."

"What book?" Yayoi was puzzled.A blank book that sounds like a small book.

Rimbaud covered his face with his hands. "My dear brother, tell my sister-in-law what you wrote on it. I can't think of anything except poetry now."

Yayoi understood this time, and he looked at Rimbaud worriedly.Sister-in-law actually admitted that she is sister-in-law, did she take the wrong medicine?Are you looking for a doctor?

He has so much regret.If I knew it, I wouldn't pour the wine back, and put it back in place.At worst, write a new one and stuff it in, and throw away the wishing bottle.

"I wrote it..." Yayoi thought about it for a while, and said, "I want a lot of people who can write stories—"

With a sullen face, he said seriously: "The recent TV is so boring, it comes and goes with the same content - Yayoi just wants to open a publishing house that can write different stories, and open a movie The company shoots them, and then you can watch your favorite TV—”

He opened his arms and said with bright eyes: "It can also be used to make money-Yayoi-chan is so smart--and if this is the case, Xiao Ling won't say that watching TV is bad--"

It's a movie and TV series produced by my own company - as a boss, of course you have to review it while watching it - this is a serious job -

Yayoi-chan, but I think about earning a small amount of money every day!The TV I watched recently - "I want to rule the world every day because of the second disease" said that writing is the cheapest and most profitable knife.If you can control the minds of the people of the world with words - half the world will be conquered -

Yayoi: "Write a lot of stories, let people all over the world know the joy of 007, obediently become Yayoi's tool man—"

Three people: "..."

After a while, Lan Bo said quietly: "Paul, I threw the TV away, you won't hold me back, right?" You won't secretly buy him an IPAD, or a computer or something like that Right?

After a few seconds, Verlaine let out a dumbfounded sound.Said, "Oh, I swear not."