Reborn Noble Prisoner

Will Zi'er blow my head off? "

Being punctured, the big man slammed his fist on the wall angrily, and said with a gnashed voice: "Bitch, if it wasn't for the fact that fighting is not allowed in this place, I would have smashed your mouth from the top to the bottom! "

Qiu He glanced at him contemptuously, smiled nonchalantly, stood up slowly, and patted the grass clippings on his body: "Let's save such cruel words for next time."

After thinking about it, he smiled again and asked, "Who the hell has so much face, and can still call you a shark to run errands?"

The big man cursed twice, and suddenly sneered: "I hope you don't hear me."

"Fuck! It's really dark!" Qiu He squinted at him, then raised his chin and nodded, smiling with a sense of enlightenment, "It seems that you are a scumbag! You hate the young master so much that you came here to pass the message obediently, Master, you really need to be more careful."

The big man snorted, and stared at Qiu He unkindly, as if he didn't want to talk to him at all, and turned around to leave.

"Ha, seeing how fearful you are, it can't be Z, right? Is the shark depressed too?" Qiu He put his hands in his pockets, chuckled slightly with his eyes downcast, and carelessly scratched the grass with his toes. Z, the rookie from the fourth battalion transferred to the first district, with an outstanding king-level level, who is unknown in this "preliminary match", but the protagonist is none other than him.

The shark turned around and punched Qiu He's face suddenly. The boy didn't react too slowly, and avoided turning his head slightly. With a shock, almost instantly, there were whistles and strange screams overwhelming the wind field.

Qiu He turned his face, and there was obviously a cut on the side of his beautiful cheeks, and blood beads slowly seeped out against the sun, making the young man's eyebrows and eyes look extremely beautiful.

There was a burst of booing around, like a wave, and the prisoners were like beasts, even a little bit of blood could make them boil wildly.

The big guy who made the shot obviously couldn't recover. The development of the situation was faster than he expected, and there was a slight panic in the gray pupils for a moment-the iron and blood rules of the Seventh Battalion forbid all meaningless private fights.

Qiu He's jackal-like gaze was keenly aimed at the muzzle of the gun that the prison guard had set up on the high platform, the corner of his lips pulled slightly, his slender figure suddenly moved, kicked the shark in the abdomen, and directly hit the shark's chest When the cross department arrived, seeing the person falling over, he immediately raised his hand and walked slowly towards the center of the arena, shouting at the prison guard above: "Sir! He threatened me! Tell me to give him oral sex!"

In the Seventh Battalion, fists can solve everything when it comes to sex. Of course, that is only the right of the winner.

Therefore, if you don’t want to be shot in the head by the prison guard’s gun in the brawl in the camp, please use the name of “sex” and do it openly.

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Inside the barbed wire fence in the third district, an open space was surrounded in the central area. The blood of the prisoners who gathered together was boiling, and they uttered strange screams at the top of their throats. The whistle almost turned the sky upside down.

On the six sentinels of the high platform, the prison guards were holding the shot PSG-1, and the black muzzles of the guns were all aimed at them. It seemed that as long as there was any irregular move, the bullets would immediately greet them.

Xiao Sinuo stood a little far away, but because of the good angle, his vision was not affected at all.

The two of them fought evenly in the arena. The big man had a fierce face, and he used all his punches and kicks with strength, as if he wanted to tear people apart; but that boy Qiu He was obviously not a good person. , slender arms and legs, but unambiguous in his movements, like a wolf cub, with fierce shots and fast speed, at least one punch can

The strength of 0 pounds must not be underestimated.

Xiao Sinuo folded his arms and leaned against the barbed wire, his fingers rested on his chin, and he curled his lips in boredom—he didn't like fighting, it was too laborious, he liked to kill people cleanly, no matter what method he used, just put people to death.

The barbed wire behind him suddenly trembled, and someone patted on the opposite side.

Xiao Sinuo turned his head and glanced.

"Hi, little beauty, we meet again." The black-haired man with a butterfly flower print under his left eye leaned against the barbed wire, turned his head sideways and lowered his eyes, and smiled at Xiao Sinuo.

Xiao Sinuo glanced at him indifferently, and said without emotion: "It's not very pleasant."

Weiss smiled calmly, and stretched out two fingers to flick the silver screen in the middle. Under the sun, the semi-curved flower prints at the end of the eyes folded a delicate and gorgeous dark purple brilliance: "Don't be so repulsive!" You are thousands of miles away, Z is very optimistic about you, do you want to come to the first district?"

"It's an honor." The corners of Xiao Sinuo's lips curled up, and a little cold sarcasm flowed out of his eyes, "But I'm not interested."

"Personality." Weiss laughed with his chin raised, looked up at the sky that had been cut into pieces above his head, and then sighed regretfully, "Don't refuse so quickly, you need to save the future for yourself."

Xiao Sinuo turned to look at him, thought for a while, smiled, and nodded casually: "Very good advice. I remember it."

Weiss raised his hand and brushed his hair, his voice was pure and soft: "Isn't it good to talk like this? We are very happy with each other."

Xiao Sinuo snorted meaninglessly, turned his face away, and was noncommittal.

The competition between Qiu He and the shark over there seemed to be coming to an end. The prisoners were yelling or cursing.

Weiss also glanced at the center of the field through the barbed wire, but he seemed to be very interested. He yawned, raised his head and squinted his eyes, and sighed in a low voice: "The kid's game, it's really good!" Very boring."

Xiao Sinuo lowered his eyes, brushed his forehead hair at the ends of his eyes, and suddenly called out tentatively: "Butterfly?"

Weiss slowly turned his head and stared at the long-haired boy leaning there across a barbed wire fence for a long time, his eyes gradually darkened, and the dark purple butterfly flower prints tangled under the corners of his eyes revealed a secret sense of murderous intent .

Xiao Sinuo noticed it, and his face remained unchanged. He turned his face and glanced at him, then pointed to the flower marks at the end of the man's eyes, and smiled casually: "Your tattoos are very individual, men like butterflies, Quite different."

Weiss glanced, paused, and suddenly laughed. Danfeng folded a very thin sharp light in the sun, and then slightly curled his lips at Xiao Sinuo: "... Butterfly, die, death, coincidence ?"

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"Wes. Let's go." The prisoners in the first area raised their hands and pouted their mouths, signaling the large team that was going out of the release area.

"Okay." Weiss waved his hand casually, turned his head and patted the barbed wire, and smiled, "Little beauty, see you next time."

Xiao Sinuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his gaze to the opposite field. He saw about twenty prisoners in the first district coming out of the gate in a regular manner. Weiss walked to the front with his hands in his pockets. He leaned over and said something, but was kicked over by him laughing and cursing.

His eyes wandered around quietly, but he didn't see the expected target. He pursed his lips lightly, and the shadow with unknown meaning in the black pupil quickly swam past.

"Looking for someone?" Qiao Bai's voice suddenly sounded from behind, with a bit of clarity in his indifferent tone, "Z?"

Xiao Sinuo turned his eyes and looked at him without any emotion, but said nothing.

Qiao Bai shrugged his shoulders, and said in a calm tone, "All the newcomers want to get to know King. However, that person doesn't appear often."

"Existence above the rules." Xiao Sinuo slightly hooked his lower lip, and laughed meaninglessly.

"Maybe." Qiao Bai also smiled, "This is the Seventh Battalion, and the hierarchy is as strict as the epitome of the Middle Ages."

"So the rules here reflect the will of the privileged class?" Facing the white sunlight, Xiao Sinuo raised his head and squinted his eyes, with gray shadows intertwined with deep and shallow silk mesh wrapped around his eyelashes.

Qiao Bai lowered the corner of his mouth silently, his eyes glanced at the side face of the boy inadvertently, the delicate outline, the flowing curve, the soft and shallow lips, from his angle, the eyebrows and eyes like ink painting are bathed in Under the sun, it seems to be fading away, which makes people feel a soft and delicate illusion.

Yes, just an illusion.Qiao Bai knew it well.

If one ignores the cold and powerful eyes that flowed out of the pure black eyes like golden ink, the young man's oriental face carved with white jade is indeed soft and delicate, and the beautiful eyebrows and eyes even have some traces of affection, as if they just need to be restrained a little. With a glance, the ultimate beauty like a precious artwork will be fully displayed.

However, unfortunately, Qiao Bai's intuition told him that although Xiao Sinuo was a rare beauty, his claws and teeth were as sharp as an unsheathed knife, and his body was full of secret and fierce murderous intent. Camp, this kind of aura that strangers should not enter spreads all over the body without any scruples. It has to be said that it is very smart.

Here, if you can't shake people, it means you have a steady stream of troubles. Hiding your strength is not the way for Qiying to survive.

As for Xiao Sinuo, since he stepped in, he seemed to understand.

"Going back." Qiao Bai greeted lightly, and took two steps, but found that the young man behind him hadn't followed.

"Hey, let's go..." Qiao Bai looked back, and suddenly stopped, following the boy's gaze upwards, across several layers of barbed wire, stood the gray prison office building, which was the only one in the forbidden island. In addition to black and white, there are colorful buildings, the out-of-shape baroque red roof is gorgeous, and there is even a statue of a holy angel and dragon slaying of unknown meaning on it. Against the gloomy background of the forbidden island prison, it shows a kind of similar The weird beliefs of the pagans.

Qiao Bai couldn't help frowning, with a gloomy expression, and even a bit of disgust: "The warden's