Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"Miss Lucius, is she the emperor of Rome?" Martha asked between doubt and emotion.

"Ugh!" Aya hugged her head, unable to believe this fact.

"The emperor of Rome is actually a girl..." Romagno's mouth twitched, his face full of confusion.

"No!"

But the girl suddenly raised her head and stared at the three of them with a stubborn expression, "I'm not the emperor, I'm Lucius!"

After finishing speaking, she turned her head, opened the hands on her shoulders, and stared fiercely at Neos, with her chest heaving and tears welling in her eyes.

Neos looked away.

"Nero is long dead!"

The girl growled, wiped the corners of her eyes, lowered her head, turned around and ran towards the deep forest.

"Lu..." Maerda called subconsciously, wanting to chase after her.

Neos raised his hand to interrupt them, and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'll go and persuade her, and she will go back with you."

"Lord Neos?" Mirtha looked at him puzzled.

"Hey, is this really all right?" Romagno asked.

"It's okay. In fact, she wanted to go back a long time ago. Why don't you follow her wish now." Neos shrugged.

"Do not,"

Romanio's expression became serious, "I mean you have no problem with her!"

Neos froze for a moment, lowered his eyes for a second, shook his head, shook his head, wiped his body, and followed into the forest.

The three of them looked at his back, that thin back paused in the fog.

"Oh, right."

He shouted, and the three of them subconsciously focused.

"When you go back, remember to cut her hair and let her dress up like a man,

Otherwise, if Bruce knows that you guys know the real gender of the emperor..."

"Will die."

......

Run, keep running, run as hard as you can.

Even if you pass through the bushes, even if the thorns cut your forearm, even if your face hits the spider web, even if you stumble under your feet, you still have to run forward.

But no matter how fast you run, what's the use of it? After all, you can't run faster than time, and you can't run faster than fate.

Nero's foot stumbled on the root of the tree, and his body became unstable. After falling, he rolled into a ditch full of fallen leaves.

A large piece of skin was scratched on the elbow, bloody and bloody, and it hurt hotly.

Tears slid down, wet the stains, and his face was dirty, like a cat.

Tired, sore, dark, hopeless...

Nero sat up, hugging his knees with his hands, facing the darkness all around, as if abandoned by the world, feeling lonely like never before.

She bit her lip, lowered her head, closed her eyes tightly, trembling all over.

At this moment, she wanted to cry loudly to vent all her distress, but Nero didn't dare to cry, for she was afraid that if she cried, she would be found by that person.

Then he will send himself back mercilessly, and then he will be separated from him.

So there is nothing to be afraid of changing back to Nero, becoming the emperor again, and returning to the so-called queen mother again. What she is afraid of is that she will never see him again...

Tears finally welled up in my eyes and fell down, onto the dry leaves, into the soil.

"So, are you here?"

A clear voice came from behind, and the light from the torch shone down, covering the weeping girl.

Nero looked up stupidly, and saw the silver-haired man holding a torch, condescending, with neither sad nor happy expression.

Just like the first time.

In just a few short months, the mentality has completely changed.

For example, now, she hates this man so much.

So he didn't want him to see him in a mess, Nero gritted his teeth, stared, rubbed his cheeks and the corners of his eyes with his hands, and tried to stand up.

But because the place where he fell was a dry valley, his feet were not smooth.

When she stood up, she didn't step on it firmly, and her body became unstable again, and the girl fell down with a soft cry.

Neos looked down at this funny scene, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked like he was holding back a smile.

"Don't laugh!" Nero roared like a little animal.

"Not smiling."

"Nios, you bastard!" Nero cursed.

Neos was expressionless.

"Just watch me wrestle!" Nero bared his canine teeth and reached out to him.

Neos hesitated for a moment, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up.

As soon as Nero came up, he couldn't help but slap him across the face.

Dodged by Neos.

After dodging, Neos looked into the girl's eyes lightly, "This is the best choice for all of us."

"What a fart!" Nero scolded directly.

Neos didn't respond.

"If you don't plan to keep it, why did you bring him out in the first place!" Nero's eyes trembled slightly, staring at him with stubborn and stubborn eyes.

"Don't call yourself a pet..."

"Isn't it? To you, to those commanders, to my queen, I am your tool!"

"Keep it when it's useful, or tie someone up, and send it back when it's gone, and kick it away. How can you be like this!"

Nero is like a kitten with fur, "So you hate me so much, asshole Neos!"

"No, I don't hate you."

Nios looked away and shook his head slightly, "I said, I just made a choice that is good for everyone."

"It's just the best choice for you!" Nero growled with a cry.

"You'll know." Neos said softly.

"Is this kind of good thing for me again?"

Nero laughed at himself, sniffed his nose, and kept wiping his face, "So why, why are you both like this?"

Neos looked at the girl in silence, the flames danced, illuminating her delicate face.

He resisted the urge to wipe her cheeks and lowered his eyes.

Nero was tired, and his tone revealed exhaustion: "I just don't want to be my true self, I just want to ignore the arrangements of fate and live my true self..."

Nios was silent for a moment: "We all want to control our own destiny, but human beings have never had free will. Every choice we make is influenced by everything around us all the time."

Before experiencing all this, he was just looking for his lost past like a lost person.

But when meeting fresh lives one by one, the blank past is no longer important.

When life gains weight, the path of life will naturally deviate.

"so......"

Nios lowered his head and met Nero's eyes, "Of course you can choose to be yourself, but there must be a prerequisite for this, that is, you can't give up on yourself."

Nero suddenly panicked. This kind of dialogue before parting is often heard in various epics and stories.

Now she realizes that she is going through it too.

don't want......

Nero looked at him blankly.

"so,"

Neos looked serious, looked at Nero, raised his hand, and gently scraped off the dirt on her face with his thumb, "Go back and continue to be your emperor, this is the best choice for everyone."

The coolness of the fingertips seeped into the heart from the cheek.

Nero shook his head instinctively, rejecting such words.

"no, do not want."

Neos froze for a moment, then pursed his lips helplessly: "Be obedient, Nero."

Nero trembled all over, raised his head, stared at him stubbornly, and growled fiercely: "Don't call me Nero, don't ever call me that!"

Neos was taken aback.

"Everyone can call me that, but you are the only one who can't!" Tears welled up in the girl's eyes again, and she frowned.

Nios took half a step back, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

This is a look in his eyes that he has never seen before, wet with tears, hazy but clear, with hot emotions pouring out without any concealment.

Is it disappointment, affection, regret, or no regret?

Faced with such a look, even a stone would be shattered.

"I'm not an emperor at all, and I don't want to be an emperor..."

The girl looked at him with tears in her eyes, smiled sadly, and wiped her tears while blinking.

A little sad, a little pitiful, like a kitten begging for adoption.

"..." Neos was a little scared.

"I'm just a girl, a girl named Lucius, standing in front of the man she likes and begging him to like me too!"