Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"It's fine if we can walk, then we have to catch up with them quickly."

"?"

"???" Nero thought he had heard wrong.

Then I saw Neos stomping on the luggage behind her, then raised his hand, took the luggage off his shoulder, and handed it to her.

At this moment, Nero even thought he was blind.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Nios said helplessly, "Can you hold it for me?"

"..."

Nero was angry: "Ah, no! Are you here to annoy me? Hey! I just wanted to ask me what happened to you. You see, I'm not happy!"

Neos pretended not to hear, and went straight forward. Without saying a word, he put the bag on her head, and quickly tied it with his hands.

Nero was dumbfounded.

After finishing all the actions, Nios took a step back and explained, "It's inconvenient for me to carry it on my back."

"Oh."

Nero had a sackcloth bag hanging around his neck, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He clasped his hands together and didn't speak. He looked at the man coldly, as if to hear what other reasons he had.

Neos didn't want to say anything more, so he turned around ruthlessly, facing the girl... Then he knelt down on one knee and lowered his body.

"!!"

Nero froze, blinking his eyes.

After a long silence, Neos sighed faintly, frowned, and turned around: "What are you doing, come up!"

Nero shrunk his head, couldn't help but cocked the corners of his mouth, and immediately put on a straight face, pursed his lips hard, said "um", walked over with a limp, and lay on his back.

But the girl wasn't shy yet, and she wasn't sure whether to put her chin on it or not.

Nios stretched out his right hand and said, "Give it to me."

"What?" Nero was taken aback.

"Stick, if you don't use it, use it for me." Nios maintained a cold tone.

Nero let out an "oh", obediently handed the stick to his side.

After Nios took it, he held her slender legs with his left arm, and supported the ground with a stick in his right hand. He stood up with the girl behind his back, and walked forward silently.

Although he is bold and unrestrained in his daily life, and has repeatedly made surprising remarks, he also hides the open nature of the Romans in his bones.

But in fact, this is the first time Nero has encountered this situation after being raised as a boy for a long time.

The usual courage seemed to have shrunk back. At this moment, the girl only dared to sit in the crook of her arms tremblingly, with her hands neatly placed on Neos' shoulders.

Standing upright, feeling the coolness of his palm against his thigh, his whole body was hot like a fire.

Sudden.

"I said...you sit like this, I'm tired of carrying you." Neos said while walking with his back slightly bent.

Nero looked at the person below him, bit his lips, and hummed softly like a mosquito, took a deep breath, boldly, and leaned forward.

The front of the chest was pressed against the back, and the girl's whole body seemed to be melting.

Then, as if he learned from no teacher, two slender arms wrapped around his neck like a snake, his chin rested on his shoulder, he closed his eyes gently, breathing slowly, his nose was filled with his breath.

Elegant, fresh, with a little herbal fragrance.

Tiredness struck, and Nero began to fall asleep on Neos' back.

In a trance, it seemed to go back to a certain moment in the depths of memory, as if a man had carried her on his back like this.

At that time, she was not called Nero, she was not a boy in the eyes of others, she was not the emperor of the empire...

The girl named Lucius, just like now, lay on her father's back, crying and laughing, and fell asleep little by little.

Only later, that man could never carry her on his back...

(Everyone has his own forest. Those who are lost are lost, and those who meet will meet again. - "Norwegian Forest"

Sorry, it’s only [-] words today, I need to make some adjustments, monitor...)

Chapter 180 Chapter 170 Nine I Want to Confess to You

At sunset, the wind blows and the clouds move, and the fallen leaves fall.

"Neo, are you tired?" Nero asked.

"It's okay, I'm not tired, I'll be there soon,"

Neos said lightly, "And don't call me that."

At this moment, he was trekking in the mountains with the girl on his back. The sun had set and the road was much darker. There were wild deer in the forest on the left and right, and it was empty and lonely.

"Why, has someone called you that already?" Nero put his chin on Neos' shoulder, twisting his head.

"Nobody ever called me that, so don't you either,"

Nios forcefully sent Nero to his shoulders. He could hear the hot air she exhaled when she spoke, and tilted his head uncomfortably: "Also, don't move around."

"It's just that no one calls it that, so I call it that, it's exclusive!" Nero obediently did not move, as soft as a starfish lying on the beach.

Nios was silent for a while: "It's up to you, but I'm not sure if I really have this name."

Nero opened his eyes, blinked, and looked curious: "Then what's your real name, Green Prophet, Arch Druid... or something else?"

"do not know."

Nios said: "When I was summoned, I had nothing, no name, no memory.

He just recognized the meaning of the symbol on his arm, so he named himself Neos. "

Nero froze for a moment: "Then what does the name mean?"

Nyos explained: "A person with wisdom, in a very ancient country, people there called a wise man like this."

"Where is that country now?"

"do not know."

"have you been there?"

"There is that country in my memory, I should have been there."

"But I just can't find the memory of my existence there, right?" Nero said suddenly.

Neos froze for a moment.

Nero looked at his side face and couldn't help sighing: "It's like returning to the place where I lived when I was a child after growing up for a long time, but I can't remember many things.

Either I forgot, or everyone changed.

In the end, I even wondered if I had ever been there before..."

The treetops swayed slightly, and the soles of the feet heard the sound of breaking branches.

Neos continued to walk along the mountain path with one foot deep and one foot shallow. After a long silence, he gave a soft "hmm".

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Nero didn't want to jump away like a rabbit, he wrapped his arms around Neos' neck obediently, his arms tightened a bit, tilted his head, and stared blankly at the silver hair at a place very close to him.

Suddenly there was a strange urge to run my hands through his hair, rub his head, and tell him "you're not alone".

Because why not yourself?

Living in this world with a false identity and a false gender, trying to be that person in the eyes of others.

He is the emperor of the Roman Empire, the Augustus loved by the citizens, the pampered boy in the eyes of the elders, the obedient child in the eyes of his mother...but he is not Lucius.

The girl was buried long ago in the garden of Antium, and there is no memory of her ever found.

"So...why?" Neos said suddenly.

Nero gently opened his eyes, his breath was full of breath in his hair, and he said softly: "You are handsome, what else can you do."

Neos originally wanted to say that this is not what he wanted to ask, but the subtle thing is that he did not deny it.

In fact, he also wanted to know why this girl was so obsessed with him, so that she seemed a little fanatical and entangled.

"..." So he waited silently for the next answer, neither sad nor happy.

Sure enough, the girl went on to say: "Okay, okay, there are actually other reasons!"

She tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "For example, one of them is that I'm super jealous of you, bastard!"

"Jealous?" Neos didn't understand.

"That's right,"

Nero bared his teeth, like a puppy who wants to bite him: "For example, I also want your silver hair instead of my vulgar golden hair,

Then I also want to keep long hair like you, instead of having to care about other people's eyes and have to cut it short..."

After finishing speaking, she blew on Neos' neck, blowing up the hair on her temples.

When the breath was blown on the skin on the back of the neck, it was slightly cool and fragrant, as if it had been stabbed.

Neos trembled slightly, frowning: "It's just hair."

"It's not just hair,"

Nero sighed faintly, with his long legs draped over Neos' arm, dangling: "For example, sometimes I also think, it would be great if I were you, Neos,

I can lead soldiers out to win battles, and when I come back, I can do whatever I like, such as performing on stage or something,

And those elders and noble lords, whoever accuses me will kill them, they say what they say,

Even the queen, I can be submissive..."

She imagined the appearance of the queen mother obediently listening to her words, her eyes showed envy.

"It's not training." Neos corrected.