Reborn Noble Prisoner

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Throwing the knife on the bed, Xiao Sinuo slid down against the wall almost instantly, slumped on the ground in a daze, and stared out of the high window for a long time.

In the shadows in the corner, fine dust was flying, fluttering and falling down on the eyelashes. In a trance, it seemed to be covered with sticky filth, which made people tremble.

...it hurts, which is good.

...You should remember that this kind of thing should never get used to, even when you are weak.

...It is a shame to be violated.

...it's a shame...it's a shame...it's a shame...

Xiao Sinuo's mind rumbled as if a machine was grinding his nerves, he was startled suddenly, as if waking up from a dream, he jumped up and stood up, grabbed the knife on the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

The shame should be washed clean, and then one day, it will be all back.

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"Xiao Baobao, come here, let's see the treasures my brother found." First Young Master Duan strode into the door with a heavy half-bladed giant sword on his shoulder, the corner of his mouth grinning to the side, obviously extremely proud.

As soon as Qiao Bai entered the door, he saw Xiao Sinuo nestled in the quilt and didn't move. He felt that something was wrong. Duan Duan next to him was twitching and wanted to pounce on him, but he kicked him away.

The prisoners in the same room also entered the door one after another. When they saw the extremely powerful and sturdy half-bladed giant sword on Duan Luo's shoulder, almost no one could calm down. Hitting Young Master Duan on the shoulder, he held back a smile and said, "Brother Duan, you are so fierce!"

Duan Luo raised his eyebrows lightly and deftly, and swung the thick giant sword as tall as a man with one hand. Young Master Duan rubbed his chin and laughed: "You guys are not enough for me to chop."

A group of prisoners dispersed immediately, picked up the towels, and ran to the bathroom. When they reached the door, someone turned around, winked at Duan Luo, and said bravely, "Brother Duan, you've got everything covered. Make some effort!"

"Get out of here!" Young Master Duan waved his fist and kicked at the opponent, "Be careful that I cut off your dick!"

Smacking his lips and turning his head, seeing Xiao Sinuo still laying still on his stomach, his eyeballs moved cunningly, taking advantage of Qiao Bai's inattention, he pounced on him: "Oh, beauty Xiao..."

He howled for a while, but the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, and the slender blade with a cold light pierced out of the quilt, almost piercing his throat.

Duan Luo stiffly raised her neck, her arms propped on the bed and dared not move, Qiao Bai watched coldly, until young master Duan's face was dripping with cold sweat, then he raised his long legs and kicked over. He kicked the person directly against the wall.

Duan Luo rubbed his chest that was stuffy from kicking, coughed twice, turned his head to look, and found that Xiao Meiren was still lying unconscious.

Touching his nose inexplicably, Duan Luo wondered, "What's going on?"

Qiao Bai shrugged: "Fall asleep."

"Damn! Stabbing someone with a knife while asleep! What kind of kid?!" Young Master Duan became restless, and wanted to kick someone when he bounced.

Before his feet were up, the quilt was lifted suddenly, Xiao Sinuo rolled over, got off the bed with one hand, half-kneeled and turned the handle of the knife in his hand, holding the knife with both hands, and slashed toward Duan Luo waved it over without hesitation.

"Stop!!" Duan Luo yelled in shock, sweat dripping down his back.

Qiao Bai rolled up a quilt, quickly covered it with his eyes and hands, kicked Duan Luo, and dragged him out of bed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Duan Luo got up from the ground in embarrassment, his mouth was full of swearing, and his expression was distorted.

Xiao Si Nuo smashed the quilt with a few knives, thrust the knife backhand, knelt there on one knee and panted, slowly raised his head, his eyes blurred for a while, squinted his eyes, and only then did he feel the clarity of the mist receding, but That complexion was extremely cold and pale, and the delicate outline revealed the indifference carved out of solid ice.

Qiao Bai was startled, his eyes flickered, and he kicked Duan Luo. Duan Luo looked at him inexplicably, and immediately shut his mouth.

Everyone noticed a certain qualitative change in the young man.

From indifference and arrogance to a kind of indifference and cruelty, even the nerve endings are tense.

Duan Luo leaned over and said with a smile: "Baby Xiao, you are so scary."

Qiao Bai stepped forward suddenly, blocked Duan Luo's sight with one step, took the quilt next to him and wrapped it around Xiao Sinuo's body, and smiled casually: "Take a rest when you are tired. Your pre-war phobia Not light either."

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27

027 Mutation...

"Assemble the Hall of Light! Assemble the Hall of Light!"

The mechanical electronic synthesis sound suddenly sounded in the empty corridor with a taste of cold metal, but after a while, the sound of uniformly kicking military boots reached the door.

"Warriors, it's time to hit the road." Dai Singer carried the gun, stepped on the ground, and waved his hand outward.

As soon as the prisoners were refreshed, they immediately turned over and got out of bed, and lined up to go out with their hands and feet neatly.

Xiao Sinuo walked last, obviously out of spirits, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, his face was snow-white, with thin blue blood vessels protruding from under his skin, and 100 watts of white light was cast from the top, his indifferent complexion seemed to be melting. of.

Dai Singer stood there firmly, stepping on the horoscope, watching the prisoners come out one by one, and seeing Xiao Sinuo approaching, he lifted his foot and stretched his leg to block it.

Xiao Sinuo raised his eyes and looked at him without emotion.

Dai Singer looked at him leisurely, raised his lips and smiled twice, raised his hand and patted his shoulder vigorously: "Haha, I care about you. Let's go."

Xiao Sinuo lowered his eyelashes, his long hair brushed the ends of his eyes, concealing the fleeting coldness in his eyes, and walked past Dai Singer very quietly and indifferently.

Qiao Bai looked back, his eyes flicked lightly, thoughtfully.

Duan Luo twisted her body, touched her chin, shook her head and said, "I see something wrong with Xiao Sinuo."

Qiao Bai looked cold and didn't speak.

Duan Luo clicked his tongue, glanced at Xiao Sinuo who hadn't walked up, bumped Qiao Bai with his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Young Master Bai, my rich history of reading people tells me that Xiao Baobao is not nice to others. "

"If you haven't learned Chinese well, don't learn to use idioms." Qiao Baicui gave him a cold look.

Duan Luo gave him the middle finger, and hummed under his voice: "I don't believe it! I have experienced many battles, so I can't tell that this kind of person just got off the bed?"

Qiao Bai kicked him, not lightly, and kicked the person away from him in front of him: "Go to Anser."

Duan Luo made a noise, smacked his lips, and was about to say something else, when he caught sight of Xiao Sinuo standing behind Qiao Bai with a gloomy face, his expression changed immediately, he laughed twice, turned his head and ran away with his big guy.

****

When everyone had gathered in the Hall of Light where they watched the King's War last time, Dai Singer stood on the high platform and waved his hand to the prison guards to send each of them a set of black fighting clothes. In addition, they also wore leather gloves of the same color. and military boots.

The prisoners wondered and wondered, but none of them ignorantly talked nonsense, took off their prison uniforms, dressed neatly as required by the prison guards, put on their own life-saving devices, kicked on their military boots, and went there Standing in unison, it was really a bit of a bandit turned into a mercenary.

The so-called discipline is suppressed by violence and blood.

Dai Singer patrolled past condescendingly, clapped his hands, and seemed extremely satisfied: "Not bad, not bad. The spirit is high, the morale is high, there is discipline to have combat power, and combat power can survive."

Laughed twice, waved his hand, and asked his subordinates to bring a chair over, put his hand on the armrest and supported his chin, crossed his long legs, leaned back on the chair and said slowly: "What about the preliminaries this time?" , preside over me. The Lord represents justice and justice, and justice and justice represent me."

After saying that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and immediately a prison guard lifted a huge black roulette to the center.

Numbered 1 to 8.

There are eight grids, black and red, and the silver pointer is always hanging down.

Dai Singer pointed, and the smile on his face became wider: "This will determine the battlefield you each go to. Of course, the danger and death rate represented by each number are actually the same, so there is no essential difference, and the survival rate is the same. Yes..." The voice paused, his eyes swept around, he slowly laughed, and compared his fingers, "...30%."

Everyone's breathing was stagnant, their eyes were focused on the huge roulette, and their heartbeats accelerated. The black and red were like dried blood, congealing there and stimulating everyone's nerves.

"Whether the entire army is wiped out or a few free people can come out of you, it depends on your own ability. Remember, wearing this suit, you are the nobles among the prisoners, and the slave masters among the slaves. However, this How long you can be a nobleman and a slave owner, you can only be qualified to know if you come out alive."

"It's almost time, warriors, let's open your gorgeous horoscope." Dai Singer raised his hand and watched with a smile, admiring the conflicted expressions of the prisoners who yearned for violence and feared death. It was really wonderful and interesting a feeling of.

"Fuck fuck! A 30% survival rate, that's not two lives for eight people, but one life for four people," Duan Luo cursed twice, his handsome face almost distorted.

Qiao Bai pondered for a while, and calmly analyzed: "If each depends on their ability, this ratio is not absolute. The eight people may all be wiped out, or they may all survive, it all depends on the strength of each group."

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