Reborn Noble Prisoner

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A series of movements were so smooth and beautiful that they were almost perfect—if it wasn't for such disheveled, half-naked embarrassment.

Qiandaoren lowered his head to look at the tip of the knife that was half an inch away from his throat, Bingshan's face was still expressionless.

"The knife is yours now." The man said flatly.

Xiao Sinuo stared at him with a stern look on his face. He firmly held the handle of the knife with both hands and turned his wrist, but he didn't stab it.

Standing up slowly, he slammed the knife on the ground, the belt that bound his hand was scratched on the blade, and broke, without saying a word, Xiao Sinuo walked to the desk quietly, picked up his clothes and put them on, with a calm expression It seemed that everything that happened just now was an illusion.

Qian Daorin looked at him, but there was no reaction. He stood up, and after a fight, he lost his interest. He picked up the military uniform and put it on, and resumed his meticulous and solemn posture.

Xiao Sinuo stared at the small pool of blood on the ground, lost his mind for a while, and noticed that Qiandaoren was approaching, and immediately backed away in disgust, gave him a gloomy look, passed by, and took the sacrificial weapon in his hand. The long knife on the ground chopped off the desk lying there, and with a sneer behind his back, he said to Qian Daorin, "I'll settle this account with you after it's out."

Qiandaoren said: "Remember, the fate of abandoning the sword is unbearable and ruined."

"Don't worry. I will hold it when I die, so as not to be humiliated like this again." Xiao Sinuo slammed the door out with the knife in his hand.

Qian Daorin raised his finger, straightened the copper buttons lightly, turned and looked out the window: "Butterfly, have you seen enough?"

The author has something to say: Let’s have some blood on Singles’ Day╭(╯-╰)╮

QX is still so clear, I have never seen it, right?No matter how cheap you are, you will be a bachelor for the rest of your life.Overlord, half a year bachelor.Ha ha ha ha

(so vicious)

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General attack is not acceptable, mutual attack is feasible, if it is always accepted~~~ Uh, let’s decide

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026 bone erosion...

The dark red circular arched window was half-opened, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains moved slightly, silently, like a ghost, a figure was hanging upside down from the window.

Qiandaoren glanced at the person coming, his stern face remained unchanged, he turned around and picked up the Ghost Zhandao on the ground, took the wiper cloth and slowly wiped it.

As cold and arrogant as ever, even the posture of holding the knife has not changed - monotonous and boring.

"Oh, it's still so boring." Weiss leaned against the window, slightly squinted his eyes, wiped his dark red lips with his fingers and laughed inexplicably.

Qiandaoren held on to the long knife steadily, without raising his eyes, wiped the blade slowly with his fingers, and said in a deep voice without emotion: "Butterfly, don't provoke me."

Weiss laughed softly, walked over, leaned close to the man's ear, stared at Qian Dao Ren's eyes and said words very slowly: "Boss didn't call you here to let you get someone he likes?"

The movement of wiping the knife paused, eyes that were so cold and impervious to emotion lifted up, glanced at Weiss, and sharp lips twitched: "Your Boss, not mine."

Weiss stared at him for a long time, the butterfly at the end of his eyes reflected a subtle cold light, he smiled instead of anger: "What? You still want to snatch someone from Bloody?"

Qiandaoren retracted the knife, and the authentic knife on the knife stand glanced at the bottom of his eyes, and the corner of his lips folded coldly: "Xiao Sinuo refuses to join."

"Fuck! Are you refusing or is he refusing?!" Weiss laughed strangely, stared at Qiandaoren with resentment, suddenly grabbed the man's skirt, and shouted hysterically, "Is he D?! Is he D? ! Your fucking brain is sick! You can believe this kind of words!"

"As expected, you heard it." Qian Daorin said flatly.

"Ha, you're excited about it, aren't you? You're not even alert?" Weiss sneered.

Qian Daoren was silent for a while: "He is D Ye, that's right."

Weiss stared at him, narrowed his eyes slowly, and said in a deep voice, "There should be a limit to the depth of love? What are you?"

"This is my business." Qiandaoren tensed his lips coldly.

The back of Weiss standing upright there seemed to be distorted, his face was turned sideways, the white light outside the window hit his finely contoured face, and the lavender butterflies were printed at the end of his eyes, as if there was an illusion of melting.

"Qiandaoren, what do you mean?" Weiss raised his chin and raised his lips slightly, but the words seemed to come out of his throat.

"Literally." The other party's face was still as cold and solemn as if it was made of black ice.

"You!" Weiss stared at him, squeezed his fingers tightly, his voice changed, took two deep breaths, and calmed down, "You're here just for D?"

Qiandaoren touched his knife quietly, with a sharp light in his eyes: "Why do I live, you know."

"...Okay. That's great." Weiss laughed twice, nodded, and said sarcastically, "Men Yagyu, you are so proud. But don't forget, you still owe me your life."

Qian Daorin turned his eyes, looked at Wei Si, and suddenly raised the corner of his lower lip, cold and cold, without any hint of a smile: "No more. I didn't owe any more five years ago."

……five years ago.

The three words flashed through his mind, and the expression on Weiss's face froze for an instant, and he stopped smiling. He stood there, just staring at Qiandaoren.

Five years ago, he returned to Bloody.

Five years ago, Oni Zhan stood in front of his and Milan Z's bed, pointed at him with an authentic sword and said, I, Qiandaoren, will disappear forever.

"If it hadn't been for the accident on D night, I wouldn't have appeared in front of you again." Qiandaoren said coldly.

Weiss clenched his hands, ruthlessly tugged on the other side's skirt, and said word by word: "You are my man."

Qian Daozun looked at him, and squeezed Weiss' fingers away from the military uniform bit by bit: "Just be a dog once."

"Qian, Dao, Ninja!" Wes couldn't calm down anymore, narrowed his eyes, grabbed the man's hair, pulled it down, and kissed him fiercely.

Blood came out from the corner of his lips, and a strong fishy taste spread to the root of his tongue, but no one could taste it.

Qiandao Ren's brows turned cold, he squeezed Weiss's hand forcefully, and pushed him hard, Weiss' injured left knee hit the desk hard, his leg softened, and he half-kneeled on the desk corner.

Qiandaoren stood there with his back straight, with a knife-like chill all over his body, slowly raised his hand, touched the corner of his lips with his fingertips, looked at Wes gloomyly, turned and went out without saying a word.

"Qiandaoren!" Weiss roared at him panting, his eyes were murderous.

The man didn't even look back, he paused when his military boots reached the door: "Tell Milan Z, if Xiao Sinuo dies here, the deal will be void."

The door was slammed mercilessly.

Wes lay there, stunned for a while, and suddenly laughed slowly, the white light outside the window swept away, and the dark purple butterfly at the end of his eyes trembled, feeling like he was about to fly: "Hahaha..."

...It turns out that if a tame dog is let go once, it will still change its mind.

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As soon as Xiao Sinuo went out, he ran into Dai Singer.

Dai Singer held a gun, leaned against the corridor column with his military uniform on, and stepped on the white stone railing, biting a cigarette and digging out a lighter. He caught a glimpse of Xiao Sinuo coming out, picked up a cigarette with his finger, and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He walked over with a fox trot and smiled: "Hey, boy, is it over so soon?"

Xiao Sinuo's face was translucently white, and his footsteps were a little vain. Hearing Dai Singer's obvious words, the samurai sword in his hand tightened unconsciously, he pursed his white and colorless lips, lowered his eyelashes, say.

Dai Singer turned his eyes around him, touched his chin, glanced at the knife in Xiao Sinuo's hand, clicked his tongue, and smiled meaningfully: "It's not bad, and I even caught something good. "

Xiao Sinuo's straight back stiffened, his fingers trembled, his eyes fixed on his toes, and after a long time, he raised his head and said expressionlessly: "Sir, you can go back."

"Oh." Dai Singer laughed pervertedly twice, glanced at Xiao Sinuo, and put the gun on his shoulder, "Let's go, I'm busy too."

Xiao Sinuo gritted his teeth, endured the embarrassing discomfort in his lower body, and stepped out as usual.

But before taking a few steps, cold sweat oozes out of his body, and even his knees can't help shaking. When he went upstairs, his feet felt weak and he almost knelt down.

Dai Singer pushed him hard on his back with the butt of his gun, and laughed: "Hey, I said boy, it's not enough, right? It looks very unbearable, is this the ability?"

"Get out!" Xiao Sinuo's beautiful face twisted, and he half leaned against the wall, and swung the knife he was carrying viciously backhandedly.

Dai Singer erected the barrel of his gun, held his knife, raised his leg and kicked over, watched Xiao Sinuo roll a few steps and lay there motionless, walked over, and hit his head with the gun, Looking down condescendingly: "Giving weapons to the slaves is not to tell them to rebel. Boy, be safe, don't think that you have the right to swing a knife at us after being beheaded by a ghost once."

Xiao Sinuo lay on his stomach and took a few breaths quietly, put his hands on the ground, and got up silently.

Dai Singer looked at him, pulled his lips and smiled: "Little sheep, it's useless to have a strong mouth, get some substance. Even if you crawl on the bed of Ghost Slash, he can't cover you. Here, the master is Truth." Yin Yang gave a weird laugh, kicked his military boots, and urged, "Go quickly. You won't be given a leave of absence for the preliminaries in the afternoon just because of this shit, that's the treatment only girls have."

Xiao Sinuo said nothing, looked down at his dislocated left wrist, took a deep breath, tried his best to ignore the severe pain all over his body, and continued to walk slowly.

Back in the collective dormitory where the prisoners rested, Dai Singer greeted the guard outside the door and left.

Xiao Sinuo entered the door and found that it was surprisingly quiet inside. After thinking about it, he remembered that after breakfast, the prison guards escorted a group of people to pick up weapons and go