Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

As a result, a big head rua came over,

The big griffin pushed against Neos' chest, then closed his eyes, and rubbed his head to his chin. There was still spider fluid on the sharp beak, and the feathers were not slippery.

Niost pursed his lips helplessly, raised his head and twisted around, pushing the griffin with both hands.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Nero watched this scene from behind, the man he liked was forcibly gritted his teeth inexplicably, very angry.

It doesn't matter how he is popular with women, no matter how the beast wants to overthrow him!

Neos, do you know how serious your sins are!

Fortunately, the griffin probably understood what Neos meant, and after a while, it stopped coquettishly enough.

The two of them saw it take a few steps back, shake its neck vigorously, turn around and get to the spider just now with a long stride.

Well, this is to continue eating.

But Neos and Nero were still wrong.

Because the next second, the griffin ran over with the spider's leg in its mouth, and the big spider's belly dragged on the ground, bleeding profusely, and then "slapped" and threw it in front of the two of them.

A fishy smell rushed to the face, and the eight big eyes stared at the two of them.

After it was over, the griffin even pushed its head to the top, indicating "you're welcome" or something like that.

"It seems like my cat at home is giving me mice." Nero muttered to himself.

"Is a griffin a cat?" Neos looked at the big spider expressionlessly.

"It's okay to be a lion, anyway." Nero said.

"Then did you eat your cat and mouse in the end?" Neos asked.

"No, thrown away by slaves."

"What happened to the slave?"

"Cat scratched my face."

"..."

The two looked at the soles of the griffin's feet in unison, their sharp claws were black and sharp, like scimitars.

"Talk about Neo..." Nero said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"You know so much, do you know how to cook spiders?"

"How about feeding you to the spiders?"

(Everyone who has watched the TV series with the title is an old man...)

Chapter 195 Chapter 190 Four Those Buried Pasts

"Yeah! It's delicious!"

Beside the angry bonfire in the open space, Nero was feasting, biting the roasted wild boar, with his hands and mouth glistening with oil.

"Come on, give it!"

After taking a bite, Nero didn't forget to pick a big piece and threw it into the air with his hand. The big griffin jumped up, caught it with its tail wagging, shook its head a few times, and swallowed the piece of meat three or two times.

Nero clapped and laughed happily, as if he was watching a performance in the Colosseum.

And the griffin probably found that the two-legged beasts didn't eat bugs or complain a few minutes ago. After flying out in front of the two of them for a while, they flew back with wild boars and bison in their paws.

There is no way, in this cave, it is the existence at the top of the food chain, so it is easy to raise two pets.

pia~

Footsteps sounded behind him.

"Well, you're back!"

Nero didn't look back, and knew that his man had returned: "You didn't say it earlier, I didn't leave you something to eat, how about you eat mine?"

Nios lowered his head, looked at the big pig, and fed it to the griffin. He only kept a small part, and deliberately didn't finish it, waiting for himself to come back, and then showed his heart... .

You said that you want to use your mind to fight in the palace, you don't have to listen to your mother, do you?

"You eat, I'm not hungry." Nios pouted, and sat on the ground by the campfire.

Nero acted moved, covered his heart, and wanted to cry without tears: "Mm...you are so kind to Yu Ke!"

You played it too, right?

Nios didn't want to accompany her, and pulled the fire with a branch: "I just explored the road. If I want to go to the middle of the forest, it will take about a whole day to walk, and this doesn't take into account the fact that I won't encounter beasts and poisonous insects during the period." .”

"It's not good to meet, if we are all like her, wouldn't we make money?" Nero chewed meat like a squirrel, his cheeks puffed up, and he pointed his greasy fingers at the griffin who was playing by himself.

"No, we can't bet on the possibility..."

Nios said: "This griffin can get close to me, most likely because of the magic power in my body."

Nero was stunned and frowned: "What do you mean?"

"The magic power reserves in my body are pitifully small. If it weren't for Wushan, I might not be able to release a simple magic trick.

But since there are so few, why must there be? I think this may be the reason for keeping identification. "Nios analyzed himself.

"Identification?"

"Yes, in Solomon's "Outline of the Use and Practice of Magic", magic power is divided into big sources and small sources. The big source is the magic power flowing in nature, just like these..."

As he said that, Neos snapped his fingers, and the bonfire in front of him suddenly exploded, and the flames circled and lifted into the air, like a revived flame snake.

"Wow!!"

Nero's eyes lit up.

"And scholars in the Age of Gods were also aware of this, so since Solomon, there have been magicians who have classified the magic power of the source."

Nios said: "Famous ones such as Aristotle, he put forward the theory of the four elements of earth, fire, water, but at that time the age of the gods was almost over."

"Then since you said that Dayuan magic is the outside world, then Xiaoyuan magic is itself?" Nero asked again.

"Well, Xiaoyuan's magic power consumes personal vitality and is activated by a special circuit.

Since the amount is too small, it can only be accumulated from generation to generation,”

Nero blinked: "Life force?"

"Typical such as the Christian saint, and... the high priest of the Druids."

Neos let out a "hmm" and lowered his eyes: "You often notice that these humans with priesthoods often have strange patterns painted on them. That is the magic circuit they have passed down from generation to generation."

"You, you, how do you know, maybe you have seen the body of the saint!" Nero became angry when he heard that.

Neos didn't expect that this was the focus of her grasping. His expression froze for a moment, and he shook his head: "No, it's just that the ancient books in my mind happened to be written."

He tapped his temple: "Besides, the previous druid high priest also exhausted his vitality and died because of me."

Nero was startled suddenly, panic flashed in her red pupils, she never thought that she would bring out such a serious matter with a casual joke.

He waved his hands to comfort him, but seeing his expression was not sad at all, so he bared his teeth and claws for a long time, but couldn't say a word.

Neos knew what she was thinking, but he didn't point it out, deliberately making her feel guilty.

He lowered his head and tore off a small piece of roast meat from the campfire, chewed it in his mouth, then threw it on the ground with his head tilted, clapped his hands and stood up.

"So again, this tiny amount of magic power in my body was left a long time ago to identify my identity.

That's why fairies say they are familiar with me, and that's why ghouls and griffins don't attack me, because they remember my magic power before. "

Nios said: "However, it cannot be ruled out whether there will be some former enemies who also remember my magical smell."

"Oh." Nero nodded again and again, and glanced at the barbecue that he spat on the ground without any trace.

"So, in order not to take risks, we have to find another way to get there." Nios raised his head and pointed at the towering giant tree.

"what way?"

Neos smiled, his gesture remained unchanged, and he pointed at the griffin who was pecking at his body: "Let's fly over!"

......

“Wuhu!!!”

In the empty cave, a huge beam of light descended from the sky, and the black wings of the creature with the head of a griffin fluttered wildly and circled around the beam of light.

The strong wind hit his face, and his whole body was full of freedom. Nero opened his arms, sometimes screamed up to the sky, and sometimes looked down, with a childlike smile on his face.

"Sit tight, hold your hands tightly, and be careful not to fall!" Nios sat in front, scolding like a worried old mother.

"What!" Nero was overjoyed when he heard that.

"Tell you to sit still!"

"I'll say the second half!"

"Hold tight!"

"okay!"

Nero laughed and hugged Nios' back, sticking his soft body against it, not wanting to let go.

Nios looked down at the hands that tightened his grip, felt the softness behind him, and suddenly regretted it, but also knew that it was impossible to let her let go at this time, so he pursed his lips and said nothing more.

On both sides of the side, the huge black wings of the griffin waved up and down, and the wind swept the white clouds.

Nero put his face against Nios's not-so-broad back, and stared at everything in the sky with burning eyes, watching the birds, beasts and forest below getting smaller and smaller.

She suddenly remembered the poem she wrote. Icarus finally flew into the sky with wings made of beeswax and escaped from Crete. However, because he flew too high, his wings were melted by the sun, and he fell into the ocean and died. .

They are flying in the sky at this moment, fleeing from the family, fleeing from the Senate, fleeing from Rome and Britain, and heading towards the towering ancient trees that have witnessed the myth.

The gaps in identity, the contradictions in race, the treasures of the gods...all are not worth mentioning at this moment.

The two shuttled in the wind, and Nero tightened his arms and hugged him even tighter, as if he would never let go.