Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"I wouldn't feel bad if you didn't bring me here! So thank you very much!"

In the middle of speaking, Nero stopped suddenly and looked back quietly.

It was found that no one followed.

"Da vulgar? Tai ya?"

Nero rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, then suddenly looked around, but there was no one around.

So he cleared his throat and looked around again, but he still didn't find anyone.

"Well, the more complicated the emotion, the simpler the expression, less rhetoric and metaphor, more simplicity..."

After reading Sui Sui, the girl's small hand touched her chest, and her abdomen shrank suddenly.

"Ahhhh~~~~~~~~"

The treble just exploded.

A protruding dog barks behind him like a thunderbolt.

"Wang Wang!"

"Ah! What the hell!!"

......

"I'm a paratrooper!"

On the bed, Nero growled while biting the corner of his quilt.

I just had a whim and wanted to try to sing a song according to the method taught by the man, but when I took it, it drew out the vicious dog.

After being chased halfway across the city, he was still chased by a vicious dog, and his face was licked with saliva.

The elbow also fell to the ground, and a big piece of skin was scratched, and the pain was so painful.

"So why listen to that person, it's inexplicable!"

With a grunt, she buried her face in the quilt, feeling depressed.

In this strange city, with no acquaintances or relatives, Nero always feels lonely.

But although it is the same everywhere, no one can really understand her even in Rome.

Anyway, here, I can still live with my real gender.

and......

As if in a flash of inspiration, Nero had a thought, and suddenly poked his face out of the quilt, turned over, and looked at the next door with burning eyes.

She remembered that when he was by the river just now, he seemed to have said...

A silver figure appeared in his mind, and the words he said became clear in his mind.

"People on this island have never heard of Greek legends, nor will they understand your metaphors about wings and the sun, nor will they understand your deconstruction of their own loneliness..."

Nero froze, muttering to himself, "Wait, so...he got it?"

Chapter 133 Chapter 130 Two Night Talk Between Girls

It's very late.

But Nero couldn't sleep.

Two big eyes looked at the ceiling, flickering under the moonlight, full of thoughts, the relief on the roof seemed to come alive at this moment.

I keep thinking about all kinds of things in my mind.

It's not just what Nios said, but also the various experiences of the city.

For example, why are the peasants always smiling, obviously doing such dirty and tiring work; why everyone in the city is so happy even though they are not under Roman rule; and what is art;

There is still work to be done by myself, but someone has done it for me in the morning...

Ok?

Nero found his blind spot, turned over from the bed, and couldn't fall asleep even more.

This kind of emotion is like the reader turning off his mobile phone and computer in the middle of the night, but suddenly a very weird question pops up in his mind, as if he couldn’t fall asleep without searching on Baidu.

Nero felt uncomfortable. She thought she could pretend nothing happened every day, but now she desperately wanted to know who was helping her.

So he got up from the bed, wrapped himself in a long robe, and put on a leather jacket casually, and walked to the door by touching the wall.

But the light next door was still on.

"I still don't sleep so late..."

Nelute whispered, "Is it for such a small town?"

After he finished speaking, he scratched his head, unable to tell whether it was admiration or something, and walked outside lightly.

At this time, the bright moon is reaching the top of the clouds, the sky is full of stars, the bright moon is in the sky, the sky is full of stars, the night is clear, and the clouds are thin.

At night like this, it is often possible to see the road clearly without lighting a lamp.

The moonlight is clearer than ever, and it is not as warm as the sun. It is gentle and soft on the road, clear and clean, and the whole city is covered with blue, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Nero found that since coming here, he has seen many beautiful scenery that he has never seen before.

After stopping with emotion, he walked forward wrapped in the moonlight, and fell into the night without hesitation.

Unaware of the sound behind him, a silvery white appeared at the door, watched it for a long time, and sighed.

Along the way, cicadas chirped and dogs barked, leaves rustled like waves, and after the wind calmed down, you could listen carefully to the chirping of birds, and the croaking of frogs on both sides of the field ridge.

Such an environment made Nero very comfortable, and she gradually relaxed, as if she had lost all desire in her body and mind.

Here, at this moment, there is no mother's coercion and squeeze, no senate quarrels, no distressed cries in the Roman Forum.

I wish I could spend my whole life in such a pastoral garden, far away from the mundane world and struggles, even if she farmed every day.

As I walked and thought, the road was finally over.

Nero woke up from his long thoughts, stopped his pace, and turned his gaze to the flat and vast fields.

Under the moonlight, in his own field, a petite black shadow was plowing hard.

Nero faintly heard the sound of panting, so he couldn't help squinting his eyes, and walked forward.

Under the night, the hair color is a bit dull, but reddish can be seen vaguely, the figure is thin and small, and the hoe is as tall as the man.

Nero frowned, stepped on the soft mud and loose soil, walked behind the man, and said: "You are..."

"Ah!" A dog screamed.

Nero was also taken aback.

The man turned his head, showing a pair of clear eyes, and looked behind him with a little panic.

"Ania?" Nero remembered this person.

"Miss Lucius?" The red-haired girl was also stunned.

Under the moonlight, the two stood in the red soil and looked at each other.

......

The moonlight was gentle, illuminating the whole field.

The two little girls sat under the tree, listening to the chirping of cicadas and the sound of leaves, without speaking to each other.

Nero was silent for a long time, stretched his body, and raised his head: "The stars... are so beautiful."

"Yes."

Anya also raised her head, and the starry sky was reflected in her eyes: "Grandma told me before that druids would stay in Stonehenge day and night, looking up at the stars."

"Druid?" Nero turned his head and blinked his eyes.

"Ah."

The girl nodded, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "For all Celts, druids are like teachers.

After they learn magic and knowledge in the holy land, they will be assigned to each tribe, teach the leader of the tribe to govern the tribe, and guide every Celtic to move forward. "

"Oh, like that Neos?" Nero nodded.

"Well, just like a master."

As soon as Anya talked about him, she couldn't help laughing, her smile was like the moonlight at this time: "It is said that every druid can see the future of the country and the changes in the world from the orbit of the stars."

Nero was silent for a moment: "Will he know how to look at the stars?"

"Master will know, I heard Miss Fei said it herself!" Ania turned her head, squinted and smiled, with an expression like a child showing off a new toy.

"yes."

Nero nodded half-understanding, curled up his legs, hugged his knees: "Then he must be very important to you..."

Her tone was a little sad, with a sense of "why not me".

"Yes, it's very important."

The girl didn't seem to hear her melancholy, and she still smiled: "Master not only gave me a second life, but also gave my grandma, and countless people a second life.

Without him, it is estimated that we would have died under the sword of the Roman army long ago. "

Nero's face changed drastically, he looked at the girl, and looked at her side face: "Roma...why?"

Ania frowned, looked at Nero with a puzzled face: "You don't know, Miss Lucius?"

"what do you know?"

"Why do we stay away from our hometown and embark on a journey against Rome?" Anya's face turned slightly cold.

Just like the river water in autumn, although it is not biting, it cools into people's hearts.

Nero suddenly panicked, looking at a loss.

No one ever told her why these people set off a rebellion, and no one told her that it was such a girl who started the rebellion.

Whether it was the mother or Bruce, they only told her that there was a rebellion in such and such a place, which legion and which general needed to be mobilized to counter the rebellion.