Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Nietzsche lowered his eyes and watched Han Sen's movements. He didn't look up until Han Sen buttoned his cuffs.

Suddenly, a young Caucasian guy ran over from the opposite side of the playground, stood about 50 meters away from Han Sen, stared straight at Han Sen's face without blinking, and then It seemed like he had made up his mind; he opened his mouth and smiled, then walked straight towards Han Sen.

Han Sen was taken aback, only to see Feng Bai following behind with a nervous face, waving at Han Sen non-stop, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

Before Han Sen could react, the two young men walked over, stood in front of Han Sen in the blink of an eye, and said nervously, "Are you Mr. Han Sen?"

"Yes, I am."

Han Sen nodded, saw Feng Bai stomping his legs in annoyance, and then quickly ran over.

Han Sen knew that Feng Bai had always been afraid of Nietzsche, and it must be because of something special that made him come here in such a panic.

The young man went on to say:

"Mr. Han Sen, I really really really admire you very much, my admiration for you is beyond your imagination! You are my idol, the idol of our young people!!

I knew about you when I was outside the prison!So I entered this prison just to get to know you, and I must write a biography for you in my lifetime! !Although you are in prison, but..."

Hearing the young man say these words, Han Sen's expression changed. Before the young man finished speaking, Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen coldly, snorted coldly, got up and walked towards the prison building.

"To shut up."

As soon as Nietzsche left, Han Sen turned his head suddenly, and there were other expressions on his always silent face.

Han Sen looked at the young man fiercely. The young man froze for a moment, then stopped, and stood in front of Han Sen blankly.

Feng Bai had already rushed over quickly, pointing at the young man out of breath, and said, "Han Sen, this kid didn't know where he found out about you outside, so he just came here to pay you some shit respect , did Nietzsche hear anything?"

Han Sen didn't care about Feng Bai who was standing on the side, he yanked the young man by his collar, looked at the young man coldly and said, "Boy, keep your mouth shut, and don't say these things in the future, otherwise, I will Let you come in with your life and go out with your life!"

"Han, Mr. Han, I really admire you..."

The young man stammered.

Han Sen sneered, pointed at Nietzsche's back and said:

"Do you know who that is?"

The young man stared blankly at him, shook his head, and Han Sen groaned out of control, "That's Nietzsche Lutheran! You showed respect to me in front of him, where did you put him?! "

"Ah...? That man is... Lutheran?!"

The young man looked at Han Sen in disbelief. That man was the famous Italian gang leader Nietzsche.Lutheran? !

"I can't believe it, can I? When I saw that face at first, I couldn't fucking believe it either! Kid, please pay attention to me in the future."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen let go of his hand abruptly, and was pushed away from his eyes by the young man, then he collected his expression and raised his hands to straighten his clothes, and said to Feng Bai, "Feng Bai, take good care of this brother , remember not to let this happen again."

As he was speaking, this was the second time Feng Bai saw Han Sen showing such an expression. The first time was when he was bumped into by Nietzsche in Han Sen's room, and the second time is now.

Han Sen's impenetrable expression seemed to have a deep crack, like a thousand-year-old iceberg that was suddenly smashed into pieces.

Feng Bai felt for no reason that Han Sen didn't seem to want to leave Nietzsche as much as he imagined.Lutheran, or rather, Han Sen was very afraid that if something went wrong, Nietzsche would find out and be kicked out.

Although Han Sen was treated like that by him... before Nietzsche.Lutheran's abuse of Han Sen was all in his own eyes.

Of course, this is just Feng Bai's conjecture, you know, Young Master Feng Bai has always been sentimental.

Han Sen, who had returned to normal, gave the young man a cold look, turned around and followed Nietzsche.

"Okay, kid, you don't know what you did, do you?! I'll take you to reflect on it right now..."

As soon as Han Sen left, Feng Bai obeyed Han Sen's instructions, waved to call a few people, stretched out his hand and dragged the boy back, and took him back to take good care of him.

The prison is such a big place. Nietzsche usually doesn't stay in the cell during the day, and he never goes to other places, so Han Sen found Nietzsche in the activity room.

When Han Sen opened the door and went in, Nietzsche was standing by the window of the activity room with his back to Han Sen, with one hand in the pocket of his slacks and the other holding a glass. Drinking tea.

The pale golden sunlight came in from the window, and Han Sen was immersed in the sunlight in a trance, just looking at his back, it seemed so unreal, so out of reach.

"Mr. Nietzsche."

Han Sen walked in slowly, and stood respectfully at Nietzsche.Behind Lutheran, he glanced sideways at Nietzsche's thin profile, and the man's expression was condensed.

From an objective point of view, Han Sen knew that he must not let Nietzsche discover his current background, because as long as he was in the Roman prison for a day, Han Sen could only obediently crawl under Nietzsche.Lutheran's feet.

Lutheran's influence has been covering the entire prison for so many years. As long as Nietzsche's influence outside does not end for a day, then this will still be Nietzsche's territory, and his life and death will be firmly in Nietzsche's hands.

I haven't found an effective way to successfully subvert Nietzsche. Luther's blue-black power dynasty. If Nietzsche discovers something now, then all these years will really fall short!

Han Sen didn't do these things for money, and it can even be said that it wasn't in the first place.

No man is willing to be used as a sexual tool by another man for a long time, especially Han Sen. Over the years, this idea has become more mature, and this feeling has become more profound!

This is one of the important reasons why Han Sen is so low-key!

Now Han Sen can compete with Nietzsche to a certain extent, but he himself is now in Nietzsche's hands. Nietzsche only needs to kill himself, and then find someone to kill him, and he can easily wipe everything out of himself destruction!

Han Sen will never allow any mistakes in this plan that has been quietly operated for many years.

Nietzsche turned his head, looked at Han Sen coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"Why, don't explain it to me."

Han Sen stood far in front of Nietzsche,

"I've ordered someone to clean up that kid talking nonsense. I don't know why he talks like that at all."

Nietzsche sneered, narrowing his eyes slightly:

"You do not know?"

Han Sen nodded and said without changing his expression, "I don't know anything."

Nietzsche suddenly picked up the glass in his hand and threw it towards Han Sen's body, "Bang!"

The glass was slammed onto Han Sen's head, and the bright red blood slowly slid down Han Sen's forehead, crossed Han Sen's eyes, and dripped on the ground, just in front of Han Sen's toes .

Although Han Sen felt a sharp pain in his head, he still stood in front of Nietzsche calmly, letting the forehead hit by the glass slowly become bright red.

"Kanglang-kuanglang-" several sounds passed by.

The glass was completely shattered at Han Sen's feet, his body was smashed to pieces.

Nietzsche stood in front of Han Sen and said in a deep voice:

"Kneel down for me."

Han Sen obediently knelt down in front of Nietzsche.

Nietzsche suddenly reached out and pulled Han Sen's hair, making him look straight at himself, and said with a sullen expression, "Did you lie to me?"

Han Sen shook his head, "No, I didn't lie to you."

Nietzsche breathed heavily, let go of his hand expressionlessly, turned around, glanced fiercely at the noisy crowd outside the window and the anxious summer sun, then turned around abruptly, and gave a fierce look. The slap was drawn on Han Sen's right face.

Han Sen's mouth suddenly smelled fishy and sweet.

Nietzsche pulled Han Sen's hair tightly, his eyes cracked, his expression was extremely ferocious, completely different from his usual dignified and elegant appearance: "I hate anyone, any form of betrayal, I believe what you say today, If I find out about your betrayal in the future, I, Nietzsche Lutheran, will definitely make your life worse than death!"

After speaking, Nicholas threw off Han Sen's body forcefully, then raised his leg, and kicked Han Sen's chest.

Han Sen was kicked over.

But he quickly got up from the ground, knelt down in front of Nietzsche, stretched out his hands and hugged Nietzsche's legs tightly, put his head on Nietzsche's body, and said firmly: "Mr. Nietzsche, I have never carried you behind my back." What have you done, I have been by your side all these years, and in my heart, you are always the only one."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen let go of his hand, his face dripping with oxygen and blood, and his eyes looked straight at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche stared fixedly at Han Sen's handsome, blood-stained face, and stared at Han Sen for a full minute, then suddenly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the blood stains on Han Sen's cheeks. , then lowered his head and kissed Han Sen's forehead, the two were silent for a while.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's more handsome and handsome face, stretched out his finger and touched Han Sen's lips, pulled his lips and smiled, the bright red lips raised a gorgeous arc, and the dark green eyes Looking straight at Han Sen, he said, "Han Sen, I want everyone to see my Nietzsche Lutheran name when they look at your face."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche lowered his head, and his red lips were imprinted on Han Sen's lips, then raised his head, reached out and pulled Han Sen's black hair, and said fiercely: "I want everyone to know. You are my Nietzsche. Delan's belongings."

【After all, I still have your seal on me.

You once said that when I walk in the sun, all people see on my face is your name.

Over the years, after you fell asleep, I stood silently in front of the mirror in countless dark nights, stroking my forehead.

The name taboo that you tattooed with your own hands.

My elder, my man, the person who will accompany me all my life.

In fact, I still can't understand my mood at that moment.

It is enough for me to get rid of the shackles you forcibly imposed on me, but I am depressed and silently hovering beside you.

The years of rape and rape you gave me in my youth made me sick and hate countless times, but I just can't bear the intimacy of other men with you.

So, even if I hate you to the bone, I will keep an eye on you!

At that time I thought:

Am I going to be like the men you took to bed for years, really, just a toy.

Did I really have a place in your cold heart.

At that moment, when you, the middle-aged man, forced my mature elders to see the imprint you left on me.

Will you have feelings like the young me at that time?

But over the years, what has shrouded your beautiful face is always the same coldness.

Thinking about it now, perhaps, in front of you, I am still too young.

After all, you are my elder.

After all, you are Nietzsche.Lutheran. 】——Han Sen