Translator: ThatLazyPototo
Translation Checker: Rin
Editor: DragonFae
Rimbaud looked Bai Chunian up and down while holding his shoulders. “Did you get hurt?”
Bai Chunian shook his head. “The grade of the researchers in the cultivation base is not high.”
Rimbaud felt his arm, but did not find a wound. However, he touched the Dead Sea heart rock dagger that Bai Chunian held in his left hand. Eyebrows furrowed, he grabbed it and solidified it into its original form.
Bai Chunian knew he was in the wrong, so he drooped his ears and didn’t dare to say more.
“Let’s go home.” Rimbaud squeezed his hand hard. “Go back with me.”
“Um, I suspect that Eris has recorded everything.”
“Oh?” Rimbaud glanced back at Eris, who was about to take the opportunity to slip away. “A recording?”
“There’s an electronic noise coming from his right eye.” Bai Chunian explained.
While they were not paying attention to him, Eris had already released cursed golden thread to wrap around the opposite building, and when he was about to climb over the railing to leave, his name was suddenly called.
A blue lightning bolt disappeared from Bai Chunian’s side and appeared behind Eris.
“Hand it over.” Rimbaud grabbed Eris’ shoulders from behind, pushed him over the railing, and his arm wrapped around Eris’ neck from behind. Without saying anything, his right hand dug into Eris’ right eye socket, and the elongated, thin dark blue nails gouged out his eyeball. There was no hesitation during the entire process; ruthless and without warning.
Eris screamed in pain. Clutching his empty eye socket, he tumbled down from the top of the tall building.
Panther, who witnessed all this, had his mouth slightly open. His purpose for coming here was to stop Divine Envoy and Cursemaker from fighting, but with Divine Envoy’s dominator also present, the situation was out of his control.
But it didn’t matter, as long as he kept an eye on them and none of them died early, the mission would be completed.
Rimbaud threw the eyeball he took at Bai Chunian, then turned around and jumped off the tall building after Eris.
“It’s unfair, I won’t play with you guys anymore! The almighty Divine Envoy actually begged his wife for help! I really look down on you!” Eris had already fought against Rimbaud before and knew how powerful this merman was. He was definitely no match for the merman in the heavy rain, so he wandered between the tall buildings with the cursed golden thread, and fled towards the back-up helicopter. And after fighting with Bai Chunian for so long, his physical strength had been exhausted, so it was impossible for him to have a chance against Rimbaud.
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Rimbaud did not take him back to where they were before, but climbed straight to the cultivation base that was struck by lightning and was burning in the rainstorm. When he reached the glass he had pierced through, he threw Eris into it with the tilt of his head along with his shotgun.
“Get rid of everyone who is still alive.” Rimbaud looked down at him from in front of the broken glass.
“You…want me…to clean up after Bai Chunian’s mess?” Eris fell down and sat on the floor with his head up, unable to believe what he had just heard. “The black panther that was standing over there just now is Demon Envoy, why didn’t you drag him here?”
Rimbaud stretched out his hand toward him. Rain pooled in his hands, turned into a hydrated steel transparent rifle, and he pointed it at Eris. “Do it or die.”
Eris struggled for a long time, but he still raised his gun and dealt with the researchers who were escaping one by one.
Bai Chunian had also landed on the observation deck of the cultivation base. He hung upside down with his legs hooked on the beam, holding Eris’ camera eyeball in his palm and the pupil aiming in Eris’ direction. “Bro, smile.”
“Fuck, why should I? Knicks, you heard that? Th-they… Come and save me.” Eris had never suffered this kind of grievance since he grew up, but the communicator in his ear had been broken by Bai Chunian, and he couldn’t contact Puppet Master now.
This was the case with glands that had a dominant relationship. When the two were together, their strength made people dare not confront them head-on.
By four o’clock in the morning, the cultivation base was reduced to ashes. The police cars from Red Fox City arrived too late, surrounding the ruins.
Red Fox City was far from Greenfly City. It was almost afternoon by the time Rimbaud dragged Bai Chunian back to their apartment.
It was only when they entered their apartment that Bai Chunian heaved a sigh of relief. Sniffing the familiar and warm smell in the room, his whole body relaxed.
His clothes were soaked by the rain and stuck to his body wetly. He wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower, but as soon as he put his hand on the handle, it was caught by a thin fishtail.
Bai Chunian stealthily checked Rimbaud’s expression—he was unhappy to the point where he could eat a child. His eyes were half closed and his blue pupils turned into vertical slits as he looked at him sternly.
“I’m sorry, I know I was wrong.” Bai Chunian scratches his cheek.
“You were wrong?” Rimbaud coldly asked.
“Yes, I shouldn’t use your things to do what you don’t allow me to do.” Bai Chunian lowered his body, looked up at him obediently, and shook his furry ears.
“You want to let it slide just like that?” Rimbaud seized him by the collar with astonishing strength, and dragged him before him. “Take off your clothes.”
“Oh, you want to go to sleep? I’m going to take a shower.” Bai Chunian knew that his wife was just tough on the outside and was actually soft-hearted. As long as he acted like a baby, he wouldn’t be able to get angry anymore.
When his hand had just touched the handle, it was zapped away by an electric current.
“Sleep?” Rimbaud sat on the sofa, the tip of his tail tapped the floor. “Undress, here.”
Bai Chunian realized the seriousness of the problem only after his hand was hurt by the electric spark.
It seemed like Rimbaud was really angry.
Bai Chunian walked stiffly to the sofa. He silently lifted the hem of his tank top, raising it up inch by inch from the abdomen, took it off and threw it on the ground.
“Pants too.” Rimbaud didn’t even look at him, but turned his head and looked out the window.
“Wife, don’t… It’s not necessary.” Bai Chunian leaned close to Rimbaud, wanting to hug him. Rimbaud suddenly glanced at him sharply. “Take it off!”
Bai Chunian bit his lips. He slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. The pants were soaking wet, so he could only pull it down bit by bit.
Now there was only a black boxer and a collar left on his body.
“Kneel and put your hands on the coffee table.”
“…” Bai Chunian hesitated for a moment. He knelt down one leg at a time and with his hands resting on the coffee table.
The half piece of the Dead Sea heart rock left in Rimbaud’s palm extended slowly and formed into a long black ruler. He felt it in his hands, then struck it at Bai Chunian’s back.
The Dead Sea heart rock was very strong, and it didn’t have any elasticity; the harm it inflicted on experimental subjects was equivalent to that of ordinary weapons on humans, so the wound would not heal immediately.
There was a heavy muffled sound in the room. Bai Chunian let out a stifled groaning noise and lunged forward without warning. If it wasn’t for his hands holding onto the coffee table, he would’ve directly landed on the floor.
This strike was really ruthless, a long strip of white marks landed on Bai Chunian’s back and turned red, then some blood slowly oozed out.
“I said I’ll punish you.” Rimbaud used the crystal ruler to raise Bai Chunian’s chin. Watching his pained expression as he held himself back from screaming. “I spoiled you too much, letting you do whatever you want. How many times do you think you should be hit?”
Bai Chunian softly answered, “I was wrong for acting without discussing it with you, but those researchers deserved to die. If you’re hitting me because of this, then go ahead.”
The ruler struck again on the side of his thigh, blood dripped from the mark. Bai Chunian trembled inwardly, but he still showed a defiant expression.
It had been years since Rimbaud was angered. He calmed down for a bit, lowered his head and said, “Did you think you did everything perfectly? If Eris had succeeded, the whole world would have turned against you. I of course wouldn’t be scared, but do you dare say that you wouldn’t?”
“It wouldn’t happen, I’m sure of it.” Bai Chunian lifted his face. “Satan predicted all the possibilities of the development of this matter for me, so no matter who came to stop me, it would be useless.”
Rimbaud lifted his eyelids a bit. “Divination of different futures… One needs to be at least a grade of A3 to be able to do it.”
“With me here, he can.” Bai Chunian gritted his teeth and forced a smile, “Invisible Stalker made an alibi for me at the Fishing Festival in Greenfly City. Crawler and Duan Yang made me an intrusion duplication chip. Taking the chip out will destroy all the data left, so no one will know that I did it.”
“You’ve lost it.” Rimbaud struck the ruler vigorously. “These days you’ve been distracted and I don’t know what you are thinking. You only pestered me to obe to make me fall asleep and sneak out in the middle of the night. I’m very disappointed that you deceived me.”
“Give this back to me.” Rimbaud grabbed the collar on Bai Chunian’s neck, and when it touched his fingertips, the collar melted back to the shape of the Dead Sea heart rock, and he snatched it back into his hand. “It’s because I gave you this that you did whatever you wanted.”
Bai Chunian clutched his wrist, not letting him take it back, and his eyes stared wide-open. “No, don’t take it away.”
Rimbaud shook off his hand, raised the crystal ruler and smacked it on Bai Chunian’s hands. Several more bloody marks were left on Bai Chunian’s body. Bai Chunian lowered his head in frustration, gritted his teeth and kneeled upright next to the table. A layer of cold sweat oozed from his body, eyelashes wet.
“Are you not hurt?” Bai Chunian lowered his head, droplets of water hung on the tips of his nose,and he said with a tremble, “I was born in a cultivation base, I don’t care how they torture or train me, but what they did to you was not okay—they deserve to die. Even if the president finds out and fires me, I will still kill them. Even if you don’t feel hurt, I will. I can’t sleep or eat; I can’t take it. Will Christians allow others to trample on Jesus? I’m also the same, it’s beyond my control. Also, my white little fish, it’s dead. They even threw it on the ground roughly and took CT images of it, so how could I let them live? I’m not done yet, none of them can live.”
Rimbaud took a few shallow breaths and stopped.
Bai Chunian raised his head to look at him, clear and unadulterated. “Does it hurt you to beat me?”
“Go shower.” Rimbaud turned around with his back facing Bai Chunian.
Bai Chunian got up with difficulty and limped to the bathroom while leaning on the wall.
Rimbaud wiped off the pearly particles seeping out from the corners of his eyes, rubbed his flesh, climbed onto the bed in the bedroom, and lay on his side pretending to be asleep. He didn’t sleep in the fish tank this time.
After a while, Bai Chunian came back after showering. He quietly went toward the bed, saw that Rimbaud was already asleep, then squeezed his way onto the bed.
Obviously the bed placed behind Rimbaud was bigger, yet Bai Chunian insisted on squeezing into Rimbaud’s arms, buried his head in his chest, curled his body, and slowly closed his eyes.
He hadn’t been sleeping well for so many days, and his body had long been exhausted and overwhelmed. The burden in his heart was relieved. Smelling the faint scent on Rimbaud’s body, he drowsily lost consciousness.
Rimbaud gradually opened his eyes and gently rubbed the hair of the alpha in his arms.
He took out his phone from under the pillow, pressed the buttons very slowly, and found the camera app. He unskillfully took a photo of Bai Chunian who was sleeping in his arms.
The injury caused by the Dead Sea heart rock on experimental subjects couldn’t be healed quickly. Right now, Bai Chunian’s body was covered with scars caused by the ruler, which looked quite grave.
Rimbaud slowly pressed the numbers and found Yan Yi’s name. He extended his index finger a bit awkwardly, pressed the letters one by one and wrote, “Beaten up. Bones. Broke 3.”
Then sent a photo.
It’s really heart breaking…they way the institute handled rimbaud and my little fish….Bai chunian ofcourse will be soo sad that he done right …i think rimbaud is also saddened by the recalling of past and his child ….hope they would have cute fish soon
Thank You for the new chapter (´,,•ω•,,)♡
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Bai Chunian and Rimbaud is so pitiful. Stubborn Xiao Bai makes my heart itch with sympathy. He’s so precious. No wonder Rimbaud can’t handle hurting him anymore. They both deserve happiness.