My Heroic Life

But now, the woman who was suspected of being the ruler of Ireland suddenly appeared in the devil without a single person, and Roland even called her name in a masked situation, which immediately aroused the emperor's vigilance.

As Skaha stopped concealing his identity and said a big deal of unclear meaning, Nero's sense of crisis became higher and higher, and finally reached its peak.

The woman who had disappeared suddenly appeared in front of the boy, touched his body with her hand, and spoke a bold statement challenging the toughness of Nero's cerebral blood vessels.

"Come with me, Lan."

When this sentence came to her ears, Nero's brain exploded, and the nearby vegetation stretched out in the moonlight, and the swaying leaves seemed to tell her - you are going green.

In common sense, any ordinary woman who experiences these will be very angry at this time, and most people will stand on the moral high ground and launch a merciless condemnation against the vixen.

But Nero will not.

Nero chose to solve the problem in a faster and more direct way.

The emperor's majesty's magic is gushing, the scarlet big sword in his hand is rounded, and he cuts at the black figure with no room to stop, which perfectly explains what it means to move the heart at will and walk with the blade.

Kill her, won't all the problems be solved?

This is the sage!

"boom----!"

The bursting flames rolled up a fire wave several meters high, and the original fire plowed a trench several meters long in front of Roland. Layers of heat and strong wind blew up the young man's hair, making him squint his eyes.

On the other side of the flame trench, the emperor in red and the woman holding the gun were facing each other. Nero raised his head, his eyes filled with anger that melted everything.

"Leave Yu Li away, shameless person!"

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Roland put down the two hands in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, the atmosphere of the two women was already tense.

Nero was standing in front of Roland with a long sword in his hand, and not far in front of her, Scarha, who was holding a long spear, looked indifferent, as if he did not take Nero's attack at heart.

Yes, from the beginning of Nero's attack until now, Roland can clearly feel that Skaha's eyes never left him, even when he was avoiding the attack.

Although Atalante and others once told Roland about the troubles that might arise after exposing the soul's body, Roland still felt that things were too outrageous.

what's the situation?Female killer?

The boy looked at the two women in front of him and shook his head.

Oh, how is it possible?

If you really have this ability, then go and turn around in front of Joan of Arc and Altria next door. Wouldn't he unify Europe?

Stop teasing, how is it possible?Are the heroes really impatient?

Roland frowned and looked at Skaha while thinking wildly, and Nero also confirmed the relationship between the two.

His Majesty the Emperor turned his head seriously, staring at Roland and asked seriously:

"Honey, do you know this woman?"

"No, I only saw her in pictures, but in reality, at least I don't remember having contact with her."

Roland thought about it carefully and decided to change the way to tell the truth. Nero nodded when he got the answer and let go of a big rock in his heart.

Well, it does not seem to be an ex-girlfriend.

"Then, Miss Skaha, did you hear? My lover doesn't know you. Can you explain what you just did?"

Nero turned his head and stared at the woman who was full of the smell of a third party, but he didn't expect that Skaha didn't seem to care about Roland's words. She still looked at the boy without blinking, as if for a second. Can't bear to leave.

"Yes, he doesn't know me, at least he doesn't know him now, but I know him."

The emotions in the purple-haired beauty's red pupils were complicated, and the complicated feelings almost overflowed from that wet gaze, she said with some choking:

"I know his name, age, height, weight, and birthday. I know he likes to eat sweet and sour food. I know that he is not good at swimming. He likes to wear dark clothes. He doesn't like wearing watches but he can accept them. The terminal equipment. My favorite tea is Huaxia's green tea. I play chess very well but I have bad luck playing cards..."

Skaha said a lot about Roland in one breath, many of which were not even known to Nero. The girl turned her head in surprise to look at Roland's expression, and found that the boy's expression was shockingly hard to hide.

That's right.

Nero could understand this fact without asking, and the anger in his heart became more intense.

"Enough! Where did you know this?"

His Majesty the Emperor gritted his teeth and raised his sword to question, his eyes had already regarded Skaha as a stalker with an abnormal brain. Roland's face was also not pretty, and for the first time he felt that his privacy was completely exposed.

It was a feeling like being executed in public, as if being observed like an animal. The uncomfortable feeling of being watched made him frown and stepped back involuntarily.

And this small gesture also made Skaha stop talking. The purple-haired woman seemed to understand that her speech was a bit sensational. She closed her eyes and was silent for a while, and regained control when she opened her eyes. mood.

"Sorry, Lan, I scared you, but I want to clarify that these are not information I obtained using similar surveillance methods, but you told me personally. I know you don’t believe me now, but I can Proof, such as..."

With a reminiscence in his eyes, Skaha clenched his fists slightly and asserted:

"You don’t like Christmas. On this day of the year in Europe, if there is nothing else, you will suffer from insomnia. It is also rare to use alcohol to relieve your sorrows, because you have no relatives to reunite, but in fact it is not. like."

"You like fireworks, and you will definitely arrange performances during major festivals. Every time you look happy, but you are not. You are not happy. Every time you see fireworks you will think of your hometown."

"Your clothes are often black, but in fact you don't like the dark environment. When you are angry, it will be accompanied by stomachache, but you never tell others that you are born in China, but you don't want to go there because you are afraid to see and imagine There are too many differences."

The purple-haired and red-eyed woman looked at the boy and talked a little bit, while Roland, who met her with affectionate eyes, had a blank brain.

If Skaha’s understanding of men before is information that can be obtained through surveillance or spying, then these are the inner thoughts he has never revealed to others, and some of them are even with him. The words and deeds are completely opposite.

These can no longer be obtained by observation. If you want to know forcibly, you must at least think about the magic of reading the level.

"But, it's impossible..."

Roland was overwhelmed for a while. According to his power, it is almost impossible to read the spells in his heart. What's more, there are so many ideas that are obviously not at the same time. If you want to read it, I am afraid that it will take a long time. Surgery, this is even more impossible.

Then there seems to be only one thing that makes sense, and that is that Roland really told her or someone personally.

The young man couldn't help but recalled the first generation Hassan he had encountered before. The words of the Mountain Weng were still in his ears, and Roland's doubts about his lack of memory became heavier for a while.

Thinking of these young people wavered in their eyes, he took a step forward and asked in a low voice, filled with puzzlement:

"You, what are you..."

"I am the person who knows you best, I can answer all the questions in your heart, so..."

Skaha reached out to Roland and said sincerely and almost pleadingly:

"follow me."