I put out his fire

So Nero, dragged by Rhodes, struggled to climb up the banyan branch step by step.

With his calves hanging down, he hugged Rhode's arm tightly, almost leaning against him.

Nero's resinous eyes moved, sticking to Rhodes' bare feet like glue, and then sticking up, like sticky toads, moving to his slightly exposed collarbone, where it was like a blade Slope the sides.Nero swallowed his saliva, and then looked at his protruding Adam's apple, where a little shadow was formed, sexy and calm.

A longing awakens like a hibernating snake.Nero felt very thirsty.

He clung to Rhodes, his stiff body shook violently.

Rhodes quickly grabbed his shoulder.His hard leather gloves were wrapped around Nero's shoulders, and the crisp smell on the cloth bound Nero tightly like iron ropes.

For some reason, Nero's heart suddenly felt like a stabbing pain.

Sadness sticks to his young eyebrows like grease.His eyes blinked twice, covered with a swaying mist.Repression squirmed in his tone like a reptile, and his gloom emanated from his soul.

"I want to go to the army to learn riding, archery and fighting," he said.

"Why?" Rhodes asked casually.

Nero stared at him, his slender eyelashes drooped quickly, and said softly, "Because I'm too weak."

Rhodes was only stunned for a moment, and an unruly and wild smile fell on his face like a shooting star.

He let go of Nero, lay on his side on the tree, propped his chin with one hand, and his eyes, which could be called beautiful, shone with a sharp black light.

"Then I wish you to be as strong as Poseidon, the god of the sea!" He grinned a dart-like smile.

Nero moved towards him, and his delicate hand accidentally touched his hard black glove.

The young and sensitive boy trembled, his fingers were as hot as being scalded.

His face blushed instantly.Just this slight touch can make his heart flutter, like a feather arrow piercing his heart along the blood vessels.

The cool wind blows in from the gaps in the trees, and there is a bitter smell of leaves, which is very refreshing.

Nero felt his face burn.He lay awkwardly on his side, covering his hot face with his hands.

His slender feet stretched straight, his straight legs stretched out, and his toga was pulled a few times, revealing a section of his thin white belly.

Nero covered his face, not realizing his gaffe.He looked like a puppy sleeping soundly with its belly exposed.

Rhodes smiled, and the smile contained some kind of malice.

He stretched out his feet, his thin feet approached slowly, and poked Nero's belly with his toes.

Nero's sensitivity exceeded Rhode's expectations.He suddenly shrunk into a ball, his silver-white fluffy head shook a few times, and under his bangs was a flushed face.

He was extremely flustered, his hands and feet were in a hurry, and his limbs slipped on the branches.

Rhodes immediately pruned up, his tone tense like a full bow: "Nero!"

He sat up nervously, catching Nero who was about to fall.

But he didn't succeed.Nero rolled like a ball through the trees.

He fell into the water-filled patio with a loud bang.Mosquitoes and flies biting fish blood buzzed and flew up like boiling water.

The surrounding slaves dropped their jobs and hurriedly went to get their masters.

……

Dark shadows flooded the palace like lava.

Anthony flashed to the door of the hall like a ghost, with a ghostly look in his blue eyes.

Quentin was lying on the slave girl's lap, dozing lazily.The female slave rubbed oriental sesame oil on his thick temples, and the pedicure master hugged his wide and fat feet, with sweat on his forehead, and repaired his toenails with a file.

Anthony took a breath and walked in quietly.His dull blond hair seemed embroidered.

Quentin opened his eyes a little, rubbed his oily red hair between the slave girl's legs, and said with a gloomy expression, "My mother is waiting for you in the bath upstairs!"

"Oh..." Anthony paused, touched his nose twice in embarrassment, "Thank you for your guidance."

Quentin raised the silver cup and asked the slave girl to fill it with wine, the fat on his wrist swayed like cotton wool.

"She has a bad temper these days because of my affairs." He joked, "You will suffer later!"

"Okay..." Anthony's face was stiff, his paleness smeared on his face like paint.

He forcefully squeezed out a forced smile, with a mask-like stiffness between his brows and eyes.

"I regret what happened to you..." he said hypocritically.

Quentin drank the wine in one gulp, and there was a "gudong" sound from his stubby neck.He licked the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his fat tongue, and cursed with a teasing look: "Male｜prostitute..."

Anthony heard him scolding, and his steps faltered.Angry red floated in the corners of his ears and eyes, and at this moment his blue eyes pierced with a white light, screaming like a sea monster.

But he pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word.

With slippery steps, he slowly crawled to the bathroom on the second floor, exhaling a breath of preparedness.

Messalina is completely naked, with a gold headband on her loose red hair.

She stood by the bath, adding some Indian spices to the smoker, and the smoke came out of the hole like snake letters, lingering around her slender fingers.

In the dark, candlelit bathroom, she was like a piece of meat that attracted flies.

Her indifferent gaze drifted over and landed on Anthony like a bird's feather, lukewarm.

"Take off your robe first." She ordered, "If you have anything to say, go to the pool and talk."

With that said, she stepped into the bath step by step.The water flowed over her legs, breasts, and red hair like a mudslide.

The hot water vapor filled the place like a mist, leaving a patch of water stains on the skin.

Anthony quickly undressed and swam to the corner of the bath.

The snake-shaped statue spitting water stood there, with its sharp snake mouth pointing straight at the top of his head.

He grabbed the bank of the pool and poured a glass of wine slowly, with a tired and gloomy face.

Messalina arched out of the water, causing the sound of splashing water.

Her red hair, in wet locks, hung upside down from her scalp and back like red spikes, giving her the appearance of an underwater monster.

Anthony immediately put on a submissive smile.

Messalina wiped her face and asked with a decadent expression, "Is that slave girl ready?"

"Of course!" Anthony smiled flatteringly at her, "everything is going well."

Messalina nodded with a serious expression: "After the matter is done, kill her to silence her."

After speaking, she swam towards Anthony.

Her white limbs are like water snakes, twisting under the surface of the rose petals, like a pool of swaying grease, giving people a sticky feeling.

Anthony suppressed the retching reflex.He tried to maintain a weird smile, and his fingers couldn't help but clenched the wine glass.

"This matter must not be known to anyone." Messalina quickly swam up to him, "I spent 10 yograms of land to get the poison powder from the witch! Even my father It was all hidden from me..."

"No." Anthony said with certainty, "As long as the poisonous powder is swallowed, it will disappear like a bubble. Even the cause of death cannot be found out..."

Messalina felt relieved.She raised her neck, took a sip of the sweet and sour wine, and sighed from the tip of her tongue.

The candlelight on the bank of the pool danced in her beautiful eyebrows.Her fiery red lips moved a few times, and her eyes were full of undisguised joy.

"I'm going to win..." she murmured.

Anthony echoed: "Agrippina can only succumb to your subordinates forever!"

"It seems too easy for me to win." Messalina relaxed. "Actually, I don't want to end the competition with her. I will definitely be very lonely after losing this old enemy..."

"Who made her so dazzled that she wanted to marry that mediocre Domitius..." Anthony mocked.

"Emotional Agrippina..." Messalina lengthened the ending, and the sentence disappeared in the deep breath like a deep breath.

"She was not so ambitious," said Antony. "In order not to divorce Domitius, she actually broke with Caligula and would rather leave Rome and go to the wastelands of Greece..."

"Hmph." Messalina snorted jokingly, "It's a pity that Domitius is a short-lived ghost!"

She poured the wine into her mouth, and a pale light appeared in her rolling throat.

She slowly turned the wine glass in her hand, and the polished glass wall reflected her dazzling red hair, like a piece of red-hot iron.

Anthony put on a flattering expression, "How does it taste? My dear queen?"

"Very good." Messalina sucked a little and said with ulterior motives.

She leaned closer to Anthony's ear and blew into it the sour, fermented wine, "As satisfying to me as your male root..."

The corners of Anthony's mouth twitched, his smile remained the same, and the oiliness bounced in his eyes like earthworms.

"Everything about me grows for you. I make it thick and long-lasting as long as you like it..." He put his arm around her bare shoulders.

Messalina was a little proud.She grabbed Anthony's hand, pressed it on her plump breasts, and said lewdly, "What about you? Are you satisfied with everything you have served?"

Anthony took a quick breath and put on a solemn look: "Of course! I swear on my life! You are my true love!"

Messalina was happy to hear him say that.She took Anthony's arm and put it on her shoulder, leaning on him like a lover.

Their distorted relationship is like a snake writhing wantonly in the dark.

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Sorry for the lateness.

In addition, Ugram is the unit of land area in ancient Rome, and 1 Ugram is about 2698 square meters.This is from my Baidu, but I can't find a more accurate application period.If there are children's shoes for research in this area, you can point out my problem and I will change it to the correct one.