I put out his fire

There was a chuckle in the gauze tent, with a hint of sarcasm, and the unique heartiness of a teenager.The laughter was unhurried, extending like a wavy line, and then shot leisurely like a light arrow.

In fact, Nero smiled lightly and softly, but it was too clear, sticking to his body like a drop of mercury falling into water.Anyone who touches this drop of mercury, which looks round and lovely, will be poisoned and die.

"Nero, don't be disrespectful to the gods!" Agrippina shoved him and screamed, "Sit down and raise your hands above your head to apologize to the gods!"

Nero continued to laugh a few times, completely ignoring his mother's restraint.His black shadow, like a mist, trembled behind the gauze, like a cloud before a torrential rain.

He put on a gentle and peaceful tone, smoothed the folds of his sleeves leisurely, and said slowly: "It's a pity. I have two hands, not to hold the god's two stinky feet."

"Oh! God..." Agrippina panicked.She raised her hands above her head and whispered reverently: "May God forgive this ignorant child...May God forget this rude and stupid sentence..."

Nero ignored her reaction.

He stood up and took a few steps forward, so close to the gauze curtain that he almost touched it, as if he was about to break through the gauze curtain and walk out.

His silhouette is projected on the golden gauze, moving slightly in the candlelight, straight and straight, with a heavy meaning.

"Let's get started." He always spoke softly, "I can't wait."

The priests moved away from the prophecy and piled firewood there to light a bonfire.The bonfire burned high, licking the dome like Vulcan's tongue.The slave came up with a carved fruit plate, wiped the hands of the noble mother and child, and filled the silver cup with wine.The musician with the lyre in his arms is dressed pretty, and with a flick of his ten fingers, he can play a beautiful chord.

The sanctuary has torn off its veil of solemnity, revealing its true colors of joy.

This is Rome.

Rhodes took a wax stick from the ivory cup, engraved with the names of his competitors.

His opponent was a stocky and small Thracian, armed with a barbed dagger, best at close combat.In his shiny battle armor, he looked like a shiny beetle.

Rhodes only held a long sword, the edge of the sword pointed down along the straight calf, and the black armor wrapped his whole body like quicksand.His facial features were almost completely covered by the iron helmet, which made his black eyes like black gemstones tightly embedded in the iron mask.

The Thracian leapt forward like a spider, and the dagger twirled in his hand like a conjuring for several weeks.

The horn of battle has sounded.

Rhodes has always been impatient in battle.He grabbed the sword and rushed towards the Thracian, so fast that his shadow was stretched extremely long in an instant.

He was aggressive from the start.The Thracian shook in shock, his short but powerful legs swept across the ground, and a cloud of dust flew up.

Rod skipped over his leg sweep, the firelight reflecting on his black armor like red algae.Like a hawk swooping down to hunt, he reached out to grab the Thracian's shoulder armor, and slammed his knee on the jaw.

There were faint exclamations all around.His moves were like felling wood, and even the musicians were so surprised that they accidentally played the wrong note.

The Thracian spasmed out a mouthful of blood.He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his legs and feet were already a little unsteady.

He lowered his eyes, jumped over like a fish, swung the sharp dagger, and drew an arc like a white snake.

Rhodes resisted with his sword.Iron rubbed against iron to produce fine powder, and sparks bloomed like golden flowers.Rhode's sword was too long, putting him at a disadvantage in strength, and the short knife dangled in front of his neck with a slight difference.

He leaned back and slid forward on his knees, dodging the threat of the dagger.

The spikes of the short knife caught on his helm.As he slid forward, the helmet was pried off by the spikes.

Rhodes flipped forward and fell back to the ground.His long hair fell down like drops of black ink, and his extremely handsome facial features were fully exposed, like a dusty artwork that had been dusted off for a long time, it was amazing.

The surrounding female slaves exclaimed, and some even jumped up excitedly.

"A cunning fellow who looks like a woman!" the Thracian cursed angrily with a livid face.

Rhodes lifted the long sword, the blade spun around in the palm of his hand, and the sword light went retrograde around his body.He strikes first again.

The two fought hand in hand many times, and both were injured in the tug of war.They were all bleeding and sweating profusely from the beating, and they looked embarrassed.Rhode's shoulder armor was sliced ​​off by a short knife, exposing his saw-like collarbone.

The Thracian was panting, his lungs blowing out like bellows.He retreated in a row and suffered several sword wounds on his neck.

His physical strength was at its limit.

He fiddled with the handle of the knife and clicked the mechanism inside.

Immediately, two long needles popped out from the end of the handle, pointing menacingly at Rhodes' neck like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, Rhode's eyes condensed into needles in an instant.He didn't dodge, and stubbornly approached the Thracian. His shoulder was pierced by a long needle, and the bloody needle tip pushed out of his shoulder blade like a bamboo shoot.

The Thracian froze in shock at his self-destructive act.

The severe pain only made Rhodes frown for a moment.Cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, and his eyes caught the Thracian's eyes like an eagle's beak, like a Shura from the underworld who came to seek his life.

"You lost." He evoked a cruel smile, and the fire in his eyes was like a will-o'-the-wisp.

He drew the amulet and slammed the slender copper bar down the Thracian's throat.The gushing blood poured all over his face.

The blood-stained copper bar flew out like a shuttle.

The Thracian still had an expression of disbelief.He fell down with his eyes wide open, a blood hole was cut in his neck, and blood gushed out.

The outcome of this bloody battle is over.

Rhodes endured the pain and pulled out the long needle nailed to his shoulder, and his eyes were immediately covered with splashed blood.

He wiped his eyes, the bright black pupils were embedded in viscous blood, which had a very stubborn meaning, like a black reef standing on the magma and surrounded by hot fire.

He panted slightly, and glanced around, looking for something in his bloody eyes.

"Here it is."

The boy's voice was extremely gentle, like a swirling willow leaf, falling unsteadily.

The voice carried the memories of the past life together into the mind.Rhodes, who has always been vigorous and resolute, finally experienced the first time in his life.

His thoughts flashed back.Those long-standing and deadly bonds will never be forgotten by him who is used to ignoring them, like a pile of weeds growing outside his consciousness.

And Nero had already walked in front of him.

This is 14-year-old Nero.

He has curly and thick silver hair, with unfaded childishness swaying between his brows, his skeleton is unique to teenagers, and he has a gentle and polite appearance.His facial features are three-dimensional and handsome, with high browbones, casting a shadow over his eyelids.This makes no matter what expression he makes, there is a hint of a sinister temperament.

He looked healthy, not the hunched and bow-legged man he used to be.

The two of them violated death and life, and now they meet again in a different way.

Nero raised his head slightly, and the light from the bonfire slanted into his eyes, making his light brown eyes look like translucent amber.

He clenched his fist and raised it to Rhodes' eyes.

His fingers were bloodless and worryingly pale.A bunch of rainbow-like gemstone rings were set between his fingers, almost crushing his slender bones.

Rhodes noticed that Nero's nails were faintly black.

His eyes changed slightly.

"Give it back to you." Nero said softly.The corners of his lips maintained a moderate curl, which was very soft.

He opened his palm, and on it was a bloody amulet.The blood smudged his palm, like a smear of red in the snow.

Rhodes looked tense, reaching for the amulet.

As soon as his icy fingers touched his palm, Nero grabbed his hand at once, like the moment when a caterpillar plant closes its leaves and traps its prey.

Rhodes wanted to withdraw his hand, but failed.

Nero paused for a while, then slowly let go of his hand, with a naive and childish tone in his tone: "You should surrender to me."

Rhodes retrieved the amulet.He didn't intend to do anything stupid, but kneeled respectfully, lowered his chest to the ground, and his neck was always straight and inviolable.

He held Nero's ankle and kissed his instep lightly.The muscles and bones coiled around his shoulder blades undulate gracefully, the muscles elongate and contract, very full and powerful, containing a unique beauty of the human body.

The strength of this kiss is too light, it will definitely not be heavier than the moment the snowflakes hit the ground.

The author has something to say:

Due to the scene change, the word count of this chapter is a bit small.Not so in the next chapter.

In addition, I combined some historical events, but some places are different from the recorded historical facts, such as Nero's character.Let's take it as a story!