My Heroic Life

Roland turned his head and looked at Nero who was holding his knees and looking at him with wide eyes, and shook his head secretly.

It's not like it. If she is very poisoned, why does she have no symptoms?There is no such item in the emperor's privilege, right?

"Hey, I don't understand."

The young man held onto his hair defiantly, feeling that he would be bald after thinking about it. He really couldn't understand Nero's condition.

Forget it, now I don’t have any equipment, I’ll look for it again. Not only me, but I’ll also catch Medea, and I have to figure out what I say!

Roland was secretly ruthless in his heart, but there was a steady smile on his face that maintained the heart.

"Nero, don't worry, listen to me..."

The young man considered his words and told Nero bit by bit his research over the past few years and knowledge about look toxins. The young girl's expression gradually became serious, and finally reached the point of frowning.

Roland looked at Nero's frowning brows very distressed, and his heart felt bitter.

"In other words, I have run out of time?"

"Hey? No, no, you have to believe me. Although I can't tell you the name, I have seen many patients like you. That is, as long as I am here, you will never be troubled!"

The young man stretched out his hand and stroked Nero's cheek, saying as if swearing, His Majesty was a little surprised at this moment. This was the first time Roland spoke to her so actively and subjectively.

"That's right, but Yu is seriously ill now, right?"

"Uh, the same can be said."

"Umm, in that case."

His Majesty the Emperor squinted his eyes, relaxed his body and fell directly to Roland. The boy hurriedly opened his hand to catch it, and Nero fell into the man's arms with satisfaction.

"Yu is both your patient and your lover. With this dual identity, you will take good care of you, right?"

His Majesty grabbed the man's clothes with a lovely expression on his face. Roland patted his chest to affirm that he wanted to try his best to bring the girl some sense of security.

"So, can I make some requests?"

"Of course, as long as I can do it."

"Don't worry, you can do it, for example..."

The girl in red put her arms around her lover and said emotionally in his ear:

"kiss Me."

Chapter 68: Walking on the Edge of Crime

Roland is a conservative emotionally, but not a person without any desires.

Feeling the exhalation of the girl in her arms and the obviously rising body temperature, she met the sight that was obviously expecting something, and said that Roland didn't know what it meant was purely false.

The man's breath gradually became heavier under Nero's gaze, and then...

Fell down.

"Huh? Honey?"

His Majesty the Emperor, who was waiting for his lover to kiss passionately, was taken aback, then sat up in a panic, and Roland hurriedly waved his hand to comfort her.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, it's just excessive fatigue."

Roland was lying on the grass with a pale face, even his soul could easily tell that he was in poor condition.

"Why all of a sudden...Is it because I just checked it out?"

"No, it doesn't count, it's actually accumulated over the past few days, that's just an incentive."

Nero turned back and hugged the boy, and for a while, he could no longer pretend to be a patient. After all, the doctor was down, and it was impossible to do anything to her. And Roland was also aggrieved by the intention to kill the thief. It's not that I don't want to, but...soft.

The waist is soft.

The man recalled that he had used blood samples from five people since he met Hasan, and he had replaced them six times back and forth. Even when he was in good condition before, such frequent replacement was unprecedented.

"How do you feel now, do you need anything else?"

"I feel, I feel so tired, I feel so soft and want to sleep, Nero, you actually want to sleep, right?"

"Yu, Yu's words..."

His Majesty the Emperor looked down at the unsuspecting young man, swallowing his throat rolling.

I...I want to sleep.

At the middle of the moon, it was late at night. Roland was still wearing a black coat lying on the grass, showing the outline of his body. The coat was not fastened, and the open part showed a slender and obvious collarbone. The loose hair added a three-point look. The unsuspecting expression on her face made the girl unable to resist the desire to commit crime.

Well, it seems good if the roles are swapped!

Nero's eyes were a little red, and he began to think about it.

He can't resist now, right? No, maybe resisting would be more interesting. I really want to listen to him shouting no, while being...

The emperor's nose was hot, and he hurriedly covered it with his hand, and adjusted his breathing faster and faster.

Honestly speaking, His Majesty Nero has both attacked and suffered. During the three years when he regarded Roland as a female, Nero had thought of many ways to play when generating electricity. He was also worried that the other party would not accept the same sex. Justification.

Part of it seems to be usable now.

"Unfortunately, there is no rope..."

"Huh? Did you say something?"

"No, it's okay."

Miss Nero scanned her surroundings, but did not find a suitable criminal tool, so she could only turn her head to appease the half-asleep man.

Nero knew that the vigilance of the teenager had been worn out by her, and his strength had been exhausted. If he rode up now, he might only be able to push it a few times weakly. The success rate of the crime was obviously very high!

The grass under the moonlight was quiet and the nearby forest was lush and lush. The girl felt the surrounding area and felt that the environment was not bad, but... it was the first time for both parties. Is it too difficult to be directly in the wild?

And if you use a strong one for the first time, is it a bit too detrimental to your image? Will it cause backlash?Nero was not a visitor only once, but she wanted to live with this man.

Although he was confident in his ability to debate, it would be troublesome if it caused any psychological shadow. If he stayed away from her because of this, then Nero would have the heart to die.

"You, how are your spirits? Are you tired too?"

"...In terms of spirit, my consciousness is a little fuzzy, so sleepy."

The man whispered these words with his eyes half closed, and Nero sighed and nodded.