Reborn Noble Prisoner

Whip corpse.

Pressing his fingers on his temples, the low blood pressure in the early morning made him dizzy and he wanted to kick someone, so he got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

However, the scene as soon as he entered the door directly made his blood rush to his brain, and he almost had the urge to kill.

Duan Dashao took off half of his clothes and trousers, fully showing his lean and beautiful muscles. The water flowed straight down from his shoulders, and the water droplets splashed all over his body. The chest and abdomen slid up and down, and there was a man kneeling in front of him, with his head half up, and he was waiting carefully with Young Master Duan's baby in his mouth. Dripping down the jaw.

Duan Luo leaned against the wall with great enjoyment, eyes half-opened and half-closed, but extremely vigilant, Xiao Sinuo noticed it almost the moment he walked in, glanced over, raised his chin, his domineering handsome face Laughing full of undersampling: "Hi! Woke up so early?"

When the person kneeling at his feet heard Duan Luo's words, his body visibly stiffened. He seemed to turn his head away, but Duan Luo grabbed his hair and pressed it back.

Duan Luo patted him on the face and smiled angrily: "Go on, don't stop, good boy..."

Xiao Sinuo stared at the two of them for a while, his face fluctuating. After a long time, he turned his eyes away and walked towards the sink pretending to be calm: "It's not as early as you."

"Oh, are you shy?" Duan Luo laughed loudly, pressed the person under him and twitched violently twice, the extreme deep throat movement made the other person choke and sob.

The strong fingers pressed the man's thick black hair underneath, grabbed the hair and sent him down with all his strength, his breathing suddenly became heavy, he panted heavily, and released it all at once, all the white turbid liquid was sprayed into the man's throat , choking people coughing violently, could not help but want to vomit.

Duan Luo stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, forcing the man to look up, with arrogant brows, and said with an evil smile: "Baby, I'll let you lick all the words I spit out."

Xiao Sinuo washed his face, turned around and just saw this scene, and glanced casually at the young man who was pressed down by Duan Luo. He had slender eyebrows and long eyes, and he was not bad looking. He was still a familiar face, Xiao Sinuo He has a good memory. In his impression, this person seems to be called Anser.

Anser's jaw was pinched, his throat rolled, and he actually swallowed the white mouthful with his eyes closed.

Satisfied, Duan Luo patted his face happily, lifted Anser up from the ground, and flung himself onto the wall while pressing down on him, raised his leg up, and started fucking hard like no one else was there.

Intermittent moans escaped from the man's mouth, which was still extremely pleasant.

Xiao Sinuo stood there with a stiff expression, unable to react for a moment, his eyes gradually became strange, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly someone slapped him on the shoulder, and Qiao Bai laughed jokingly behind him. He curled his lips indifferently and said, "They are old lovers. Anser has DS tendencies."

The author has something to say: Milan is not a human being, but a BT... Milan is not a human being, but a BT... Please read this silently ten times...

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Note: DS: DominateSubmissive, meaning domination (dominance) and obedience (submission).One person plays the role of dominance, the other obeys.

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23

023 Gospel...

When the three of Xiao Sinuo challenged Qiandaoren back then, the other party said: "Continuous hands and feet, use weapons in the preparatory round."

Speaking of which, the competition was regarded as a loss. In the last move, Xiao Sinuo was pressed to the neck by the authentic knife. If he hadn't called "senior brother" earlier, Qian Daorin would never have been soft-hearted.

After losing the competition, no one dared to mention the so-called welfare. Not many people have the confidence to hold the knife in Gui Zhan's hand.

Therefore, all the prisoners are very depressed.

Early in the morning, when a group of people were eating in the dining hall, a few prison guards rushed in with guns in their hands. The sound of military boots kicking the ground made people feel depressed. Almost immediately, everyone raised their heads, with expressions or More or less nervous.

The leading prison guard hit the table with the butt of his gun, and slowly glanced viciously at the faces of the crowd, then nodded, burst out laughing twice, waved his hand, and said, "Why are you nervous? You have to eat. Have a meal."

With a flat cut, two purple diamond earrings flashing in his left ear, and a military uniform hanging on his body, the copper buttons have never been buttoned neatly, and the fox-trot man exudes the aura of a wild wolf in the wasteland—— — "The Butcher" Dai Singer, as long as he entered the Seventh Battalion, everyone knew him.

With a bad reputation, the color of the talk changes.

Dai Singer is a real pervert who likes to torture and kill disobedient prisoners. There are even rumors that he once cut a prisoner who took a gun and rebelled by a thousand knives in front of a district person, and directly killed the prisoner The living human piece has become a skeleton.

The faces of the prisoners were all different. The feeling of being stared at by the devil for eating was simply unbearable, and the backs felt chills.

"Everyone is here, isn't it? Is there anyone who is sick and needs to ask for leave?" Dai Singer walked slowly, patrolling the aisle in the middle with a smile on his face, and his cadenced voice could even be called a spring breeze, "Come on Come on, don't be restrained, the most humane management is implemented here, and all of you are given the best treatment."

The Arabian Nights joke, in that person's mouth, was as real as it was, an indescribable irony.

But, who dares to laugh?Who dares to squint?

No.No one dared.

So, Dai Singer continued to care about everyone with strange eyes, and said with a smile: "Warriors, how does it feel to go to the battlefield immediately? Blood is boiling? Blood is racing? I can't help but want to kick someone's head, such as me Hahaha..." Wuzi burst into laughter, pressed his fingers on the corners of his brows, and continued his perverted speech, "Of course, if you have such confidence, I am really relieved and happy... Get up! I don't want to do it Slaves! Build a new Great Wall with your flesh and blood!"

Dai Singer yelled twice in high spirits, patted a prisoner on the shoulder casually, leaned over and said softly: "The most dangerous time has come, so just yell."

The group of prisoners below were silent, and even the spoons for ladling soup in their hands stopped.

Dai Singer glanced around like a wild wolf, stepped on the stool, raised the gun in his hand, and the butt of the gun shook heavily on the table: "Okay, since everyone has no intention to express their opinions, let's say Let’s get down to business. I’m here to wish everyone good luck, and by the way, I’ll explain the rules to the inexperienced rookies. If they’re uneducated, it’ll annoy the chief.” At the end, he added in a dark voice, “Of course , I personally am very happy to see you foul, because I want to entertain you very much. Hahaha..."

The prisoner sitting next to him was made weak by his meaningful smile, his face turned blue, and he swallowed the mouthful of rice with stiff fingers.

Dai Singer glanced at him with a smile, approvingly went up to the back of his head, looked up, and continued to speak: "Everyone, you have all seen Wang Zhan, it is really too bloody and violent. But don't worry, it is not Everyone has the luck to participate in this kind of S-level battle, you only need to come out of the AB-level battlefield alive to be qualified, and the S-level battle needs to be selected by the King. Understand?"

Everyone responded with a barely called calm look.

"Ha, not bad." Daisinger touched his chin in satisfaction, tapped the barrel of the gun with his fingers, and said slowly, "However, your combat level directly determines your future status in DeathMatch. That's really strict. What a beautiful world."

As soon as those words came out, the faces of the prisoners finally changed a little, and they all had various ideas in their hearts.

Dai Singer stepped on the stool and smiled sinisterly, his eyes were very thought-provoking: "Well, there is another very important point. Considering the special circumstances of this preliminaries, the Lord Warden has given permission to use weapons."

The word "weapon" came out lightly, and the eyes of the beasts lit up, and their ears immediately pricked up—the survival rate directly increased by 50 points if it was a weapon PK, and if it was a firearm, close combat plus long-range firearms, the KO rate was basically the same It is more than 90%.

The prisoners' calculations were good.

but.

Dai Singer smacked his lips, lifted his fingers, and said with a smile: "Firearms are not in the range of choice, only cold weapons are provided. Discipline requires iron blood and violent suppression. The prerequisite for successful encirclement and suppression is rebellion's non-threatening weapons."

Finally, someone couldn't help asking: "Sir, where is the bottom line for the foul?"

"The bottom line of the foul?" Dai Singer narrowed his eyes and picked at the prisoner, smiling like a spring breeze, "Very good, worthy of praise, this is really a question of far-reaching significance. From a developmental and connection standpoint..."

Everyone endured Mr. Dai's tireless "teaching" before they heard a valuable sentence: "...the rule lies in... Wang Zhan."

The rule lies in Wang Zhan.

Wang Zhan... Kill kill kill.

That's the rule?

A group of prisoners suddenly became terrified. They didn't seem to understand the true meaning of Wang Zhan.

There was a dead silence.

"Sir, the rules are absolutely fair and just, aren't they?" The young man's indifferent voice suddenly sounded, passing everyone's ears lightly.

Everyone was shocked.Fairness and justice, the deeper meaning is...

Xiao Sinuo smiled lightly, stood up casually, stared at Dai Singer and asked further: "...It is absolutely fair to prohibit comrades from killing and fighting each other, and prohibiting the use of weapons when the opponent is unarmed. and justice, eh?"

Such an abrupt and high-profile behavior is really inappropriate.