Reborn Noble Prisoner

After all, women play too much, being a man with waist, buttocks and muscles is fresh enough and exciting enough for him.

Later, Anser came in, gentle and not challenging at all, let him take it off, let him kneel on his knees, even if it was a blowjob, he was very good, he was as unscrupulous as him, but he still looked the same It's so fucking clean and pure, it feels like an addiction after playing too much, and it's kept in the bag but never touched by anyone.

What the hell!

Duan Luo leaned his head back against the wall of the pool, covered his face with the back of his hands, things that he had forgotten for a long time suddenly sprang up in a mess, and the panting and moaning from the man next to him was like a fire in his heart, a bang It burned.

He slammed his fist into the water, turned over and rushed over with a murderous look: "Fuck your mother! Don't stand in the way of me!"

Emerton was dragging Anser to press against the wall when someone grabbed his shoulder suddenly, turned his head subconsciously, and just turned half of his face, when he punched him straight in the face, his whole body was knocked over, his hands were in the Standing on the ground, the tall man got up, pressed his thumb on his cheekbone, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he was ready to go back without saying a word.

"Ha, Emerton, it's your fault for robbing someone's girl, now you're making trouble, are you going to let Dai Singer cut off your dick and feed it to the dog?" Mrs. Gu leisurely leaned to one side with her arms folded, with slender eyebrows and long eyes, There was a cold sneer on the mean lips.

"Gutai." Emerton said coldly, with a fierce expression on his face, squeezed his fist, raised the back of his hand and wiped the cracked corner of his mouth, turned his gaze, stared at Duan Luo and said fiercely, "You have kind! I'll let it go!" Picking up the bath towel on the ground, when he got up, he glanced at Anser behind Duan Luo, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Duan Luo squinted his eyes and looked at Gu Tai displeasedly. The other party raised his eyebrows indifferently, and reminded lightly: "You should pay close attention to your own girl. Emerton likes messing with other people's stuff the most."

Duan Luo sneered, stretched out his hand to grab An Se, slapped her across the face, and pushed him forward: "My girl, I'll see you off."

Anser stumbled and almost fell, his body stiffened and slowly stood up straight, the red marks on his face were very obvious against his fair skin.

Gu Tai raised his chin and glanced, loosened his arms, straightened up, pulled the bath towel around his waist casually, and pulled his lower lip with a half-smile: "I'm not interested, keep it for yourself." Turned around and walked away for two minutes. He stepped forward, paused slightly, and added, "By the way, I just saw that Qiao Bai was blocked by the prison guards in the locker room. It's a very difficult time, so don't make trouble."

Duan Luo was taken aback for a moment, and just about to say something, the other party had already turned out the door leisurely.

"Damn!" Duan Luo scratched his hair, turned his head and rushed to the locker room.It was an extraordinary time, indeed it was an extraordinary time, and the day of going to Hei Island was just around the corner, and there must be no troubles at this time.

"Brother Duan." Anser suddenly caught up and grabbed him.

"Damn it!" Duan Luo threw the man away, wishing he could kick his feet again, his heart was so angry that what he said was merciless, and he almost stepped on the ground and crushed him a few times, "Get out! Son of a bitch Yes! If you owe someone to do it, go back and post it, don't sway in front of me!"

Anser's hand trembled, and he let go suddenly.

Without even looking at it, Duan Luo turned around and ran out the door.

Rushing into the locker room, there was no one there. Duan Luo searched around but found no one. He kicked the bench and was about to go out when he suddenly saw Qiao Bai leaning on the door frame with his arms folded and smiling sideways at him.

Duan Luo was frightened by his strange behavior. He scanned the surroundings vigilantly. He was relieved when he found nothing unusual. He walked over and bumped his fist on the shoulder: "What are you doing? He appears like a ghost? Where's the prison guard? Listen You, Young Master Bai, were blocked here, and I rushed here immediately. Your life is too precious, and the old man has repeatedly told you that if you die, you will be buried with me."

Qiao Bai flexed his index finger and gently wiped the corner of his lower lip with the bone of his finger. A little blood stained his delicate finger. Duan Luo's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately restrained his usual unscrupulous expressions: "What? Are you doing it?"

"No." Qiao Bai smiled faintly, put the tip of his tongue against his mouth indifferently, and said casually, "It was just a punch."

Hearing what he said, Duan Luo seemed to be relieved, stretched out his hand to pat him, and smiled again on his face: "It's okay to be punched ten times, anyway, you can't die. Don't let those people care too much about you. Hello, hello, hello everyone."

Qiao Bai snorted coldly, straightened up and walked into the dressing room: "Why did your old man call you here?"

Duan Luo also pulled his long eyebrows in annoyance, and sighed: "Who told me that I'm too busy, it's in his eyes."

"I think so too." Qiao Bai sneered, put his clothes on, and said casually, "You're just a trash and a rascal."

"Damn it!" Duan Luo was furious, and kicked his foot over, "I'm a first-class talent! Don't think that you can rebel against me just because you are a brother!"

Qiao Bai dodged it, turned around and kicked him across the wardrobe, and kicked him directly onto the wardrobe. With a bang, Duan Luo bared his teeth and howled, "Oh! Qiao Bai, I'm upset with you!"

"Whatever." Qiao Bai glanced at him indifferently, and suddenly asked, "Who told you that I was blocked by prison guards?"

"That brat Gutai. He's so yin and yang." Duan Luo rubbed his chest, curled his lips, slipped out a sentence, turned around and put on his clothes as well.

Qiao Bai pondered for a while: "He is not with us."

Duan Luo heard the meaning of his words, and said sharply: "That guy has clear grievances and grievances. You gave him a hand last time. If you don't repay the favor, he will remember it forever."

Qiao Bai laughed noncommittally.

Duan Luo glanced at him sideways, and snorted: "Young Master Bai, if I hadn't known you 800 years ago, I would have thought you were just giving him a hand."

"Isn't it easy?" Qiao Bai turned his face sideways and hooked his lower lip.

Duan Luoyang raised his eyebrows, brushed his wet hair with his fingers, and curled his lips: "It's good to know it well, what's the point of saying it."

Qiao Bai raised his lips and nodded, but said, "However, your mouth always gives me a sense of crisis."

Of course Duan Luo knew what he was talking about, he opened his mouth, was dumb for a while, and suddenly said: "I think you should explain it to Xiao Bao earlier."

Qiao Bai's face darkened in an instant, and there seemed to be some dark shadow swimming past his eyes.

Duan Luo scratched her hair irritably, sat down on the bench, crossed her legs, and said, "Whatever you want. Anyway, if you hug the beauty, I can't take advantage of it. However, what this little beauty and Xiao Chu are talking about is Isn't it a little..." Glancing at Qiao Bai, he seldom considered his words, "It's a little different. No, it's very different, don't you think?"

Qiao Bai didn't make a sound, the light shone on the handsome face with clear lines, blurring the expression.

Duan Luo rubbed his chin, and couldn't help asking tentatively, "There won't be any tricks in the process, right? According to Xiao Chu, this matter in their family is quite troublesome..."

"No." Qiao Bai cut off his words coldly, with a gloomy face on his sideways face, "You don't need to deal with this matter, just clean up your own mess."

Duan Luo was stunned for a moment, hummed twice, knowing that he was talking about Anser, felt a little unhappy, turned away his face and cut his voice, and said disdainfully: "I despise men like women the most."

"I don't think it's the best." Qiao Bai frowned, and warned in a cold voice, "Anser is not that simple."

"You don't need to tell me." Duan Luo glanced at him unhappily, changed the subject, and said suddenly, "Why are the prison guards blocking you? Are you full?"

Qiao Bai was stunned by his extremely jumping thinking. After he realized it, his complexion became obviously cold, and there seemed to be a storm swirling in his pupils, and he threw out a sentence coldly and hard: "Qiandaoren has come."

"What?!" Duan Luo was startled, and jumped up on the bench, "What did he want you for?!"

"Look for Xiao." Qiao Bai spit out two words tensely.

"Looking for Xiao Bao?" Duan Luo asked rhetorically, staring at Qiao Bai for two seconds, his thoughts didn't catch up for a while, and he said, "So you got punched by him?"

"No. It's Parmandel." Qiao Bai pursed his lower lip, turned his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Duan Luo groaned, breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly moved his eyebrows, and laughed: "I don't think it should be Qiandaoren. That guy is very stinky, and it is very difficult for you to get two meters away from him."

"You talk a lot." Qiao Bai put his hands in his trouser pockets, kicked off the bench with displeasure.

Duan Luojie laughed strangely twice, and said with a smug face: "It's rare that no one listens to the corner. I have kept my mouth shut for a long time, and I will not be able to speak well. I want to communicate with you to express my affection."

"Communication against the wall is also very effective." Qiao Bai pushed the person away, and walked out without looking back, "I'll give you the Bible tonight, communicate more with the wall, and enter Sodom. There will be no more access to God."

Duan Luo stared blankly at the person walking out, howled and covered his face in pain.

For this young master Bai, typing code words is like eating, he is very familiar with it, and he is so artful in obscurity.

Sure enough, hypocritical people like hypocritical words, and the essence is that people can't understand.

Xiao Bao, I really sympathize with you, there are wolves all around you, there is no good bird.

****

The sky is blue and gray, and the shadows of warships berthed on the sea can be vaguely seen. The dawn is approaching, and the circling chirping of seabirds flies across the sky, far away, like a cry of freedom.

Soft and neat half-length short hair, handsome blue and black military uniform with silver trim, high leather boots with thick soles, one hand in pocket, one hand propped on the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the samurai sword hanging on the waist is very eye-catching, gloomy His dark aura slowly flowed out from the scabbard with the hovering dragon pattern.

An ancient knife with a brand new sheath, the flowing and chilling light of the knife flows out of the sheath with unsealable sharpness.

The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the dark blue sky, projecting the man's face very clearly.