Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Just like the fact that you peeked at the secret, maybe you didn't, but it doesn't rule out the possibility."

Neos didn't change his face: "So even if there is only a [-]% possibility, I must treat it [-]%."

"You are crazy!"

Nero frowned: "If you are so afraid of me, why did you bring me back and put me next door to you!"

Nios put away the scroll and documents, and said directly: "I put you nearby to monitor you."

Nero's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart became cold, and his brain seemed to be disconnected, and he was momentarily stunned.

She subconsciously argued: "Go, what are you kidding, I don't deserve your attention..."

"As for why I brought you back..."

Neos put his hands on the table: "It's because of the value of your identity."

Nero trembled, with an expression of disbelief on his face, he took half a step back.

exposed!

"In this day and age, art is not something that everyone can learn, but you have not only learned vocal music, but also sculpture, painting and literature, and have been taught by famous teachers. It can be seen that the family is superior and must come from an aristocratic family." Nios said .

Nero was dumbfounded.

What a joke, I said this next to him, just to attract attention.

"And when I first met you, you were wrapped in a cheap robe, but wearing exquisite shoes, and that standard Roman accent, all of which betrayed your identity."

Neos narrowed his eyes: "So what should I call you, queen?

"No, no, since you are following the emperor on an expedition, it must not be a family member, but the emperor's lover, the imperial concubine?"

Nero breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help being disappointed.

Although the real identity was not revealed, the feeling of being used as a tool is simply terrible.

"So, you brought me, do you want to use me to tell you the news about the Legion, or do you want to use my status as a nobleman to demand a ransom?" Nero lowered his head with gloomy eyes.

"If possible, of course."

"Stop making trouble, the commander of the Imperial Guard doesn't want me to know how to keep secrets in the army. As for the family...that woman wants me to die,"

Nero laughed at himself, his blond hair seemed to be dimmed: "Just like you, everyone hopes that I don't mind my own business and just be a fool who only knows how to sing."

"Then, as I thought, you should be very good at this."

Neos clapped his hands: "So I don't care if you lacked love and had no friends in childhood, which led to the crazy desire to open your heart when you met someone who showed kindness towards you."

"In short, Miss Lucius, remember that you are just a Roman prisoner, don't do unnecessary things."

After speaking, there was a long silence.

After a long time, Nero let out a "huh" and raised his head to look at him, with some resentment, some sadness, and some fear.

She pursed her lips, swallowed her saliva, and pulled the corner of her mouth forcefully: "You see through me..."

"It's good to know." Neos nodded.

Nero took a deep breath, changed the topic, and said with a mocking smile: "But you dare to use your deep insight to gain insight into yourself, Master Neos!"

Neos frowned.

Black eyes and red eyes looked at each other, and the atmosphere became tense.

"What's the matter, Lord Neos?"

Nero sneered retaliatoryly: "Why don't you dissect me as well as dissect you?"

Neos bowed his head in silence, crossed his fingers, and shadows covered his eye sockets.

"Dissect your magic robe, your alien appearance, and your unknown past!"

There was anger hidden in Nero's trembling voice: "You keep saying that I can't be trusted, what about you!"

She stepped forward and pointed to the scroll on the table: "For example, why do you understand Greek, why have you been to so many places in Egypt and Judea, and you can even draw them!

Why have you been here for so long, and the Queen and Anya don't know anything about your complicated experience! "

"Enough." Neos said deeply.

"Oh, you're not scared, are you, Lord Neos?"

Nero smiled strangely: "You are afraid to dissect yourself, because you dare not!"

"Because you are afraid that you will dissect a monster who will always speculate on everyone with the worst malice and never trust anyone!"

Snapped!

Neos stood up, squinted, and looked down at Nero from top to bottom.

Nero was a little scared, but he still raised his head and looked at each other without showing any weakness.

In the room, the air seemed to freeze, invisible sparks popped up between the two, and the atmosphere was tense.

half an hour.

"Enough, you go out." Neos finished in a low voice, turned around, and waved his hands as if he had no strength.

The wind rolled in from the window, blowing the light gray robe.

The silver-haired man stood under the tall bookshelf and looked up, as if he and these books were the only one in the world.

Nero stepped back slowly, staring at his back, feeling... lonely.

She pursed her lips, and said a word in the most vicious tone of her life.

"You are not a god at all, you are not even a human being!"

His back trembled slightly, and Nero rushed out of the door as if fleeing.

At the same time, the hooded girl at the door passed by.

Fei looked at the golden short hair who had run away in some surprise, and pushed the door open with a little bit of doubt.

Neos turned his back to her.

The girl didn't notice the difference, she stepped forward and saluted: "My lord, we have found Anya."

"Well, just come back."

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Chapter 137 Chapter 130 Six Angry Neos

On the school field, a team of 300 people is training.

Under the sun, horns sounded, whistles were sharp and frequent, Nios roared at the side, and the footsteps of three hundred people were chaotic.

"Steps! Steps! Your steps should turn even faster!"

"Keep an eye on your teammates at all times! Be disciplined!"

"Turn when you hear the whistle! Stop when you hear the drum!"

"Push yourself up, hurry up!"

Neos stepped down from the dais, roaring violently in each warrior's ear.

These voices are intertwined, which makes people inexplicably excited.

The warriors ran wildly on the field, the dust was raised, blood and sweat dripped, as if this was the battlefield!

"Ahhhh!!!!"

When Turner stood up, he yelled in pain!

His face was already covered with a layer of water, his hair was completely soaked, his gnarled muscles swelled, and his veins burst out!

"1234! 1234! Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!" Neos was still yelling in his ear.

Everyone's arms are in unbearable pain, their muscles seem to be about to explode, and their facial features are twisted together in pain!

But no one dared to resist.

Whether it's Fei, who has been with the longest, or Turner, who has the highest status among them, this is the first time they have seen such Neos.

So when he came up, he was frightened, and when Neos really showed his fangs, almost everyone didn't react.

In the past, Neos was a blue angel, standing proudly on the stage to watch their training, as if looking down on the world, and then waved his hand to control the fate of mankind.

Today, however, he has almost changed his style.

It's like a devil from hell, the red one that makes people frown.

For example, from the beginning of training today, Nios walked off the stage and walked to a position very close to the team.

He stared at doubters with cold eyes, attacked everyone's weak hearts with scalpel-like language, and roared in the ears of those who did not work hard.

Training continues.

"stop!"

Nios suddenly blew his whistle and stopped the training.

The samurai who was doing crawling and push-ups collapsed to the ground in an instant, while the one running wildly looked up to the sky and sighed, panting wildly with his waist thrust up.

Neos simply gave an order to gather, and turned to look at the entrance of the school grounds.

There was a person who was coming late.

The team behind them assembled at a rapid speed, not daring to neglect.

After finishing the team, everyone didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Samurai, you're late!" Neos shouted towards the entrance.

The others followed suit and gave sympathetic looks.

The late samurai just shrugged and showed a flattering smile.

Neos' expression turned cold: "Then, because of your lateness, all the warriors will 'suicide' ten times, and besides that, you owe me 250 push-ups!"