Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

After that incident passed, Feng Bai was always worried about Han Sen's safety.

Feng Bai knew that Han Sen was trying his best to cover up his actions outside in front of Nietzsche. He didn't want Nietzsche to know that he was now rich in wealth and strength, so Han Sen's behavior in the prison has always been very low key.

And Nietzsche himself would never tolerate the things Han Sen did behind his back, that's why Han Sen was so nervous.

In fact, Han Sen's current strength is indeed not bad. If he lets go and fight Nietzsche, maybe he will get rid of Nietzsche.

Although Feng Bai has been following Han Sen for a long time, Feng Bai really doesn't know what Han Sen is thinking.

While leaning on the barbed wire fence in the playground to smoke, the sun shone on Feng Bai's delicate face, because he was a little distracted from thinking about things, he took a sharp puff, and the white mist of the cigarette choked Feng Bai suddenly.

"Hey, Brother Feng, it seems that you haven't seen Brother Han come out to play in the past two days?"

A Chinese young man who usually plays well with Feng Bai came over and leaned against Feng Bai's side.

Feng Bai propped up one leg and stepped on the barbed wire fence behind him, smoked a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to the young man beside him, hurriedly put the cigarette that was still burning in his hand aside, coughed twice, nodded and said: "Yes, I haven't seen Han Sen in the past few days, and Nietzsche Lutheran doesn't seem to have appeared either."

The young man nodded, took the cigarette handed by Feng Bai, took a deep breath after lighting it, then raised his head to the sky and began to blow smoke rings: "Actually, after that incident that day, Nietzsche Lutheran must have seen Brother Han is upset, right? I really don’t know where the idiot rushed up to say those words that day, I heard the people in the next cell say, Nietzsche Lutheran’s expression that day was like an ice cube.”

Although Nietzsche.Lutheran was originally a person without much expression, but that day, the expression on his face could really be described as "thousands of miles of ice".

Nietzsche.Lutheran and Han Sen are the topic of conversation in this prison. When the men have nothing to do, they naturally sit together to smoke and gossip. This matter is quite a sensation now, especially if someone The next sitting is facing Nietzsche.Han Sen beside Lutheran paid tribute.

It's really funny, I didn't ask about Nietzsche before coming here.Is Lutheran in this prison, who is controlling this prison, that kid is really a fighter among idiots.

In fact, the young man was right.

Over the years, let's not say that Han Sen himself was brought out by Nietzsche. Many things were taught by Nietzsche, and Han Sen became what he is today.

Another one is that Han Sen has always been obedient to Nietzsche, and he followed Nietzsche's footsteps. Everyone can see how obedient Han Sen is to Nietzsche.

Now that idiot kid said those words in front of Nietzsche's face, in front of so many people, and insulted Nietzsche's face, it's no wonder Nietzsche is not angry.

"According to Nietzsche Lutheran's reputation and temper, Brother Han must be having a hard time now."

The young man said something again, raised his finger, and poked the smoke circle that he spit out floating in the sky one after another.

Feng Bai turned his head, looked at the young man next to him who was leisurely and self-satisfied, and became angry for no reason, and suddenly retreated from the young man, and said dirtyly: "Fuck you! Get out! I know you Brother Han is not doing it right now. How good is it for him to speak sarcastic words in front of me! Die!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Bai lifted his foot and kicked the young man away, then stared blankly at the exit of the prison building, hoping that Han Sen would come out suddenly.

Since the last time he hugged Han Sen in Han Sen's room and was caught by Nietzsche, Feng Bai never dared to go to Han Sen's room blatantly, nor did he dare to appear by Han Sen's side from time to time. so.Feng Bai doesn't know what happened to Han Sen now.

Feng Baizhi still remembered that time, Han Sen was killed by Nietzsche.Lutheran's complexion was pale and his hands were bloody. Now thinking about it, he still feels anxious. Knowing that Han Sen has suffered so much from Nietzsche for so many years, Feng Bai wanted to cry.

This time, such a thing happened, and according to Nietzsche's sadistic character, Han Sen must be having a hard time now.

Thinking of what Nietzsche's pervert might have done to Han Sen, Feng Bai's heart suddenly clenched together, his heart ached, and he just wanted to run over to see what was going on with Han Sen.

But I just can't pass by myself.

Feng Bai shook off the cigarette in his hand in frustration, and tugged at his messy hair in annoyance.

Just when Feng Bai was feeling melancholy, Han Sen followed Nietzsche and walked out of the prison building slowly.

Nietzsche was wearing expensive black clothes, and Han Sen followed Nietzsche step by step, standing tall and straight on Nietzsche's left side, that young, handsome, and deep-looking cheek was once again highlighted in the dazzling summer sun.

With jet-black hair, restrained eyes, and slender body, Feng Bai froze the moment Han Sen walked out.

Nietzsche and Hansen walked towards the bench beside the playground, and a circle of white people who often followed Nietzsche immediately surrounded Nietzsche as if they recognized their master.

The people on the playground saw Han Sen and Nietzsche.Lutheran came out together, as if nothing had happened, so naturally they couldn't let go of this gossip topic, gathered together in twos and threes, and started whispering.

The boy who was kicked away by Feng Bai just now quickly leaned against Feng Bai again, and said with a look of disbelief: "Look, Brother Feng, it's really a hell, Brother Han seems to have nothing to do! Nietzsche Lutheran looks as if nothing happened!"

Feng Bai raised his leg again, kicked the rambunctious kid over, and said viciously: "Why, are you upset that Brother Han is fine?! ~Do you want me to make you feel good~! !"

After finishing speaking, Feng Bai grabbed the kid and gave him a hard bully.

Feng Bai was still standing on the edge of the playground, watching Nietzsche, who was wearing a typical Italian heavy industry black embroidered shirt, sitting on the bench for a while.

Han Sen also sat neatly beside Nietzsche, and the two seemed to be talking in a low voice.

Nietzsche.There was still no unnecessary expression on Lutheran's face.

Han Sen lowered his head slightly, and put his head close to Nietzsche. His introverted and deep eyes looked at Nietzsche's thin and beautiful face. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up. That handsome face almost melted into white in the sun.

In Feng Bai's memory, Han Sen's very few obvious smiles were all at Nietzsche.In front of Lutheran, there is usually a serious paralyzed face, Feng Bai's psychological face is like a cat scratching, and he can't explain the unexplainable discomfort.

It was as if Feng Bai's heart was hanging from the upper room and burning, it was in pain.

Feng Bai pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids, and flicked the ash on the cigarette with his fingers, wondering if Nietzsche really didn't do anything to Han Sen this time. Han Sen's behavior was obviously threatening his status. Did Nietzsche really pretend he didn't see anything?

What have they been doing these days?Why didn't you come out of the prison building?

Feng Bai thought lightly like this, when he raised his head again, he saw a jailer hurriedly walking towards Nietzsche Lutheran, then lowered his head and said something to Nietzsche, Nietzsche stood up again and walked towards the prison building past.

Feng Bai, the jailer, naturally knew him. He had always worked for Nietzsche. His name seemed to be Loni.

Han Sen naturally stood up too, but instead of following Nietzsche, he walked around the playground.

See Nietzsche.Lutheran left, Han Sen also stood up, Feng Bai walked over immediately without delay.

"Hi! Han Sen~!"

As soon as Feng Bai saw that Han Sen had a free time, he immediately waved happily at Han Sen, twisted his waist and walked towards Han Sen, then looked at Han Sen with a smile, like a young girl in spring, wiped all white In the bright sunlight, with a sweet smile, he stood in front of Han Sen.

Every time he was in front of Han Sen, Feng Bai couldn't help but start to become sissy, and naturally he couldn't even control himself.

"what's up?"

Han Sen turned his face away, ignored Feng Bai's pink shirt and ripped jeans, and walked towards the opposite side of the playground.

Feng Bai followed immediately.

Finding a place where there were no people, Han Sen put his hands in his pockets, sat down on a step with his long legs propped up, and looked straight at the crowd with his dark eyes. There was no expression on his face, and he returned to Feng Bai's familiar appearance. .

"Han Sen, haven't seen you these days? It should be fine, right?"

Feng Bai looked at Han Sen nervously.

Han Sen nodded, without turning his eyes, he said, "Yes, it's nothing."

Feng Bai looked up at Han Sen's face straightly. The bright sunlight shone through Han Sen's black hair in front of his forehead. Feng Bai suddenly saw something on Han Sen's left forehead, which was never there before. some.

"Then... what is that?"

Feng Bai looked at Han Sen puzzled, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Han Sen pulled his lips silently, and lifted the broken hair covering his forehead, revealing the thing on the left forehead, "You mean this thing."

But the expression on Han Sen's face was not unusual, at least in Feng Bai's eyes.

"Is that made by Nietzsche?"

Feng Bai took a closer look, and found that Han Sen's forehead was tattooed with a row of letters that Feng Bai didn't know, beginning with capital letters.

Han Sen nodded, not denying it.

Feng Bai's eyes were about to well up with tears. If the tattoo is there, it must be very painful. A tattoo is to find a place and poke it back and forth many times with something. It is said that the feeling is like being stabbed by the blade of a knife. It's like scratching the same wound back and forth!

The skin on the forehead is such a sensitive place...

"What's the tattoo?"

Feng Bai stared at Han Sen's forehead and said.

"Nietzsche Lutheran."

Han Sen said in a calm tone, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Feng Bai's fists were tightly clenched together, and after a careful look, it really was Nietzsche's name.

Han Sen raised his hand, gently stroked the tattoo on his forehead with his slender fingers, and said coldly, "It should be his biggest insult to me to have his name tattooed on my face."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen pulled his lips and stopped talking.

Feng Bai looked at Han Sen's cheek, and felt that the name, like the summer sun, was extremely glaring.

Feng Bai suddenly felt that something inexplicable was fermenting and deteriorating little by little in the bright sunlight of Roman summer and in Han Sen's restrained and deep black eyes.

Feng Bai suddenly remembered a sentence he used to say when purifying drugs:

"This thing, the longer it stays abnormal from the normal state, the more destructive and lethal it will be. Of course, it will make people feel better, and at the same time, the power of backlash will be stronger."