Big Sky in Yokohama

"boom--"

As the smoke and dust rolled down, there was a strong gravitational red light, and Zhong Yuanzhong also walked out slowly, tugged at the collar, and looked at the purple blood on his body with disgust, "This thing is so sticky."

He pulled his neckline and lowered his head to sniff, then twitched the corners of his mouth, "It stinks!"

The curse spirit is worthy of being formed by the condensation of negative human emotions. Not only does it look strange, but the blood that splatters is also very smelly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also murmured distressedly, "If it's so dirty, the washing machine won't be able to clean it, right?"

Falling behind Zhongye in the Central Plains, the first-level curse spirit who was crushed into the pit by gravity struggled desperately. He looked back indifferently, and the gravity again aggravated the cracks in the potholes on the ground and further spread and cracked.

They saw with their own eyes that when the world merged, the negative emotions transformed into curses were crushed and burst, and gradually disappeared into the air.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprised to find that the blood on the clothes also disappeared.

"Oh, it's quite convenient." He said with interest.

Having already dealt with the first-level curse spirit he was in charge of, Lan Tang walked over slowly, lowered his eyes and said softly: "Mr. Zhongye, have you also solved it here?"

The long black seaweed-like hair was gathered up and braided into long three-strand braids, which Yoni tied up when he went out in the morning to facilitate his fighting, just for this batch of first-class curses born at the time of world fusion.

However, in Lantang's opinion, if the first-level spell spirits are at the level of a spell-spirit dog, then it is not too difficult for him to deal with the first-level spell spirits. The only problem is how to do it like a magician. To exorcise the curse spirit.

Fortunately, even though it took a little more effort, the curse spirit was successfully solved by them.

The phone rang, and Lan Tang glanced at Nakahara Nakaya, and connected the phone.

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked, touched the mobile phone in his pocket, thinking when was the last time he used this thing?

Since I have been living in Lan Tang's house, the people closest to me are by my side, and no one wants to talk on the phone. Zhongyuan Zhong has not touched a mobile phone for a long time, but he still puts it in his pocket every day when he goes out. in the habit.

Reluctantly, he took out the phone from his pocket and tried to turn on the screen.

Unsurprisingly, the phone has long been dead.

Zhong Yuanzhong rubbed his red hair helplessly, "...Oops, Youni didn't call me just now."

But it doesn't have to be her, Yoni would be afraid to contact them for fear of disturbing their battle, but other people outside might call to ask if they need support.

It's like Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu.

Holding the mobile phone around in his hand for a few times, Zhongyuan Zhong also inadvertently glanced over and saw that Lan Tang's complexion was not good-looking, he frowned subconsciously, watched him hang up the mobile phone and came over, and asked, "What happened?" ?”

Lan Tang's face darkened slightly, he raised his golden-green eyes, and said coldly, "Yuni is gone."

Zhongyuan Zhong also's face suddenly changed.

Verlaine didn't take Youni very far away, and his temporary accommodation was a place in Yokohama that deviated from the habitation of people—Skeletal Village.

Although the exterior looks very distorted, the interior of the skeleton village is not that bad.

Verlaine brought Youni to the outside of the room, with a gentle expression and a little arrogance, and said with a smile: "You can stay here temporarily."

He will come to her when he needs it.

Faintly hearing the subtext of Verlaine's words, Youni couldn't help asking him, "What does Mr. Verlaine want to do?"

Hailan's eyes were clear and bright, and Youni raised his head to look at him seriously with some doubts.

Verlaine was obviously a little surprised, he thought the child would not ask anything.

He was about to turn around and walk away, but Verlaine asked with a smile, "What does Miss think I want to do?"

Yoni shook his head and said honestly, "I don't know."

She really didn't know what Verlaine wanted to do. He brought her here with no intention of hurting her. He even prepared a specific room for her, and he didn't intend to monitor whether she would run away secretly.

If she hadn't stopped him just now, he would probably turn around and leave.

The handsome young man put up an index finger on his lips, with a smile on his lips, "When the time comes, the young miss will naturally know."

Youni stood at the door of the room and watched Verlaine leave. He was unhurried and calm, and seemed to be very friendly to her.

She stretched out her hand and opened the door, but Verlaine never asked her name from the beginning to the end, and just called her "Miss" all the time, which seemed very polite, but in fact was so arrogant that she didn't pay attention to her.

but……

His eyes fell on the decoration of the room, which was exquisite and warm, dotted with lace everywhere, there were pillows on the small sofa, and dolls on the bed. It was hard to believe that such a room was not carefully arranged.

This is even more grand than what Youni felt when he first lived in Lantang's house.

Yuni nestled on the soft sofa and couldn't help sighing softly.

...Contradictions. Verlaine showed a very contradictory state from the moment he first appeared in front of her.

His arrogance hides a deep inferiority complex. He doesn't seem to like Youni, but he would waste his time arranging such a beautiful and lovely room for her. He brought her back but didn't intend to restrict her freedom.

Everything Verlaine does speaks of his contradictions.

"Uncle Reborn must have noticed that I'm missing by now." Youni sighed with some distress.

I don't know if they were injured or if the conjurers came to Yokohama.

Youni bent her legs and curled up on the sofa, wrapped her hands around her legs, and pressed her face on her knees. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but turn back to Verlaine. She stared at Xiaoji in a daze.

"...Heavy and complicated." Youni murmured in a low voice.

Verlaine is rejecting her...

But he didn't dislike her, and would even give her a certain sense of security in places such as the living environment to comfort her.

He didn't even mean to hurt her, he just took the hat away in the study, as if he knew that as long as he did so, Lan Tang would definitely come to him.

……

Youni came to the corpse village for three days. From the beginning of tentatively leaving the room without being stopped, to the beginning of using the kitchen to prepare meals and snacks for the two of them, it was only half a day.

As long as she was sure that Verlaine had no intention of hurting her, she would not be shy about taking actions.

"Mr. Verlaine doesn't eat onions?" Youni blinked his blue eyes as he looked at the leftover onions on the plate.

Sitting across from him, Verlaine wiped his mouth with a handkerchief with downcast eyes. His manner was elegant and good-looking. He raised his eyes and smiled, "Sorry, I can't get used to this."

The tone was very friendly, but he didn't seem to listen to persuasion at all.

Yoni looked at him worriedly, "But if you only eat steak and the side dish of broccoli, the nutrition will be unbalanced."

Verlaine's figure was reflected in Hailan's eyes, he shook his head slightly, as if thinking of something, "..."

Youni tilted his head and blinked, "Mr. Verlaine, are you listening?"

Verlaine came back to his senses, and smiled gently with a sense of distanced arrogance, "I will take vitamins to supplement my nutrition later."

There was no strong refusal in the elegant tone, but the meaning in his words was obvious—he didn't eat.

Youni sighed helplessly, "Picky eating is not a good habit."

While she was packing the tableware, she babbled helplessly. Verlaine leaned on the back of the chair and watched Youni busy. After a long time, he asked, "...Did you get along with Rimbaud like this when you were at home?"

Youni paused, turned his head to look at Verlaine, and replied with some confusion: "Yes, it's basically like this."

They had always been like this when it was just the two of them.

Thinking of this, Youni rolled his eyes, "Mr. Lantang is occasionally picky like Mr. Verlaine."

Whenever this time is when they confront each other at the dinner table.

But unlike Verlaine, Lan Tang would only silently refuse to eat the food he didn't like, and quietly looked at Youni with those golden-green eyes until any one of the two compromised.

"Will Rimbaud be picky eaters?" Verlaine was obviously a little surprised.

In front of him, Rimbaud has always been strong and confident, seemingly omnipotent. He never thought that Rimbaud would have food he didn't like.

Youni frowned and looked at Verlaine softly, "Mr. Lantang is also an ordinary person, and he will have things he doesn't like."

Verlaine was stunned. The French youth, who was a round older than Youni, took off his gentle and arrogant mask for the first time in front of her, revealing a somewhat bewildered expression.

He repeated in a low voice, "Rimbaud is also an ordinary person...?"

The powerful and omnipotent person who always seemed to be a god in his heart pulled him out of the laboratory, taught him the common sense of life, the use of abilities, and guided him step by step to become his partner...

Will it have the likes and dislikes of ordinary people?

Verlaine suppressed the expression on his face, and fell silent.

Blue eyes fell on Verlaine, and Youni packed up his things lightly, leaving him the room alone.

"Sure enough, there is some misunderstanding?" Youni sighed helplessly.

Verlaine didn't seem to have worn the bowler hat he brought out of the study that day, but just put it quietly in the room, just like Lan Tang put the hat in the bookcase but didn't touch it.

Occasionally he would stare at the hat in a daze, as if he didn't know what he was thinking.

However, Verlaine didn't stay in the corpse village every day, and occasionally he would disguise himself and go out to collect information.

When Yoni asked, he didn't hesitate to mention——

"I'm looking for a diary." When Verlaine talked about the diary, his expression seemed to be quite different from usual.

Youni looked up at him suspiciously, "The diary? Is it Mr. Verlaine's?"

Verlaine shook his head and said meaningfully, "It's Rimbaud's diary before he lost his memory."

He had always known that Rimbaud had the habit of keeping a diary, which most likely recorded his key life experience and the spell about the liberation of the Faun. Even when they kept stealing Huangbatu, Rimbaud didn't put the diary down.

He didn't believe that the diary would be destroyed in that explosion, he had to find it, even if it took any means.

The blue eyes, which were lighter in color than Yuni's, fell on the girl who acted ignorant, and Verlaine looked a little blank and persistent.

Rimbaud would reassure him that he was a real man.

But as for the diary that recorded Mu Shen, he never let him touch it.

He lowered his eyes slightly, whether it was Chuya Nakahara or him, it was just a string of codes created by the laboratory to deceive the gods.