Cleopatra's younger brother

The cold touch came, and Ptolemy XIII's body froze.

He could feel what was behind him.

Not only the sharp sword, but also the motionless eyes that fell on him.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII without hesitation, and this tattoo was even more stunning from a close-up perspective.

Perhaps in the eyes of Ptolemy Thirteenth, this tattoo will increase his masculine charm, but the premise is that the person looking at him is a woman, not a man like Caesar.

Caesar's eyes fell on the bruising hidden in the tattoo. This mark didn't look like it was dropped, but it seemed to be painted on purpose.

Thinking about it, Caesar slowly moved the edge of the sword to the bruised place, and rubbed it deliberately.

The already cold blade, coupled with the tingling sensation from the bruise, made Ptolemy XIII tremble unconsciously.

For a moment, Caesar's eyes darkened, he clenched his sword and looked at someone in front of him.

"Fuck." Ptolemy XIII said with some annoyance, today he seemed to be a little carried away.

The palace is full of dangers, and he even forgot.

Although the current Ptolemy XIII is a puppet king, this does not mean that he is safe.

The heartbeat was so fast that it seemed as if it was about to jump out.

This was the first time that Ptolemy XIII encountered such a direct threat of death.

Obviously at this time, no matter how much he prayed, God would not come to save him.

Ptolemy XIII forced himself to calm down. This person has not yet made a move, which means that he still has a chance, and he can't panic now.

"That person promised you, I can give you double." Ptolemy XIII said in a low voice, making his voice sound stable.

Caesar looked at someone who was pretending to be calm in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Seeing Ptolemy XIII like this, his evil taste also came up, and he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I want your head."

Although he couldn't see Ptolemy XIII's expression, Caesar knew that today's him was different from the drunk him.

But how Ptolemy XIII would react, Caesar couldn't guess, he was stupid and timid and black and strong, he had seen too many faces of Ptolemy XIII, but which one was the real him, Caesar didn't know can not tell.

For the first time, apart from power, there was such a person that Caesar wanted to explore.

"Is it really the worst outcome?" After hearing the word head/skull, Ptolemy Thirteen's uneasy heart disappeared. Hearing this, Ptolemy XIII straightened up, and the blade brushed against him. Caesar deliberately deflected the sword to avoid actually scratching Ptolemy XIII.

Everyone has this characteristic. When facing unknown conditions and dangers, they are more afraid than knowing the result. Because they don’t know, they will be afraid, so they will be uneasy.

Especially Ptolemy XIII, the more desperate he was, the calmer he would be, and if things turned around, he would be more cowardly.

He took the clothes off his head, even if he died, he would have to see who took his life.

"Caesar, Caesar?" The moment he turned his head, Ptolemy XIII opened his mouth wide. It stands to reason that the person he saw was Caesar. Ptolemy XIII should be flustered, but for some reason, he was inexplicably relaxed. tone.

Caesar will not kill him, inexplicable cognition.

Ptolemy Thirteen moved his sword to the side, but Caesar was about to withdraw his sword.

Feeling the tingling pain, Ptolemy XIII looked helplessly at his hand that was stained red by the rush of blood. He said that Caesar must be his nemesis.

Pressing the right hand with the left hand, it may be the age of the young, the blood really can't stop.

After a while, these two hands were stained red...

Ptolemy XIII looked up at Caesar, and then at his hands. Caesar, who has been on the battlefield for so long, should be able to stop the bleeding, right?

"That..." Ptolemy XIII raised his head and smiled at Caesar, but no matter how you look at it, the smile feels a bit bitter.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII with great interest, wondering if Caesar was really the nemesis of Ptolemy XIII, anyway, with Caesar around, Ptolemy XIII's aura would automatically start to weaken.

Occasionally bursting IQ, unless drunk or threatened by Caesar, otherwise it will be lower than the usual level.

If Ptolemy XIII could pretend to be a poisonous snake in front of others, he could only be a little white rabbit in front of Caesar.

As soon as he said this, Ptolemy XIII regretted it and asked Caesar to stop the bleeding. The corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously. Would he let himself bleed...

But this is half the story, so I can't just let it go.

Ptolemy Thirteen laughed a few times, "That..." He raised his head, "What a coincidence, Caesar." He raised his hand as he spoke, "I have something to deal with, see you later."

After finally prevaricating, Ptolemy XIII turned around and wanted to leave, to be more precise, to run.

But before he could take a step, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

With Caesar's armor on his back, Ptolemy was surrounded by Caesar's arms.

The back hurts from being bumped, the bruise is still not healed, I guess I will add a new one, Ptolemy's expression at the moment is quite helpless, pain, hand pain, back pain, everywhere is really fucking pain.

In fact, if it was an ordinary man, with rough skin and thick flesh, it would definitely be fine if he was hit like this, but who said that Ptolemy XIII was not an ordinary person.

The original owner's skin is so good, it's really blown away!Note, please understand this idiom literally, because Ptolemy XIII would have a bruised physique if he was hit or fell.

The painful back leaned on the cold armor, and it became numb after the pain. Ptolemy XIII was really lazy to resist. Anyway, no matter how he resisted, he would not succeed. In the end, he was the only one who suffered.

Ptolemy XIII was nestled in Caesar's arms obediently, looking at his poor hands. Don't look at the era of Egypt, these weapons are really sharper than modern kitchen knives.

The sound of clothes being torn pulled back Ptolemy XIII who was in a daze, his wrist was held by a big warm hand, and cloth was wrapped around his arms.

Ptolemy XIII blinked, and he raised his head, just as his head was on Caesar's chin.

I felt Caesar's Adam's apple move, could it be that he bit his tongue?

Ptolemy XIII immediately withdrew his head and saw that the wrist of the cut hand was wrapped tightly with a cloth. Although it hurt from being strangled, fortunately the bleeding stopped.

Is this stopping the bleeding?

Ptolemy Thirteen felt as if his heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head, unable to tell what emotion he was feeling at this moment.

Caesar was still waiting for Ptolemy XIII to say something, but he didn't expect that someone had already started to pretend to be a tortoise.

This is the first time Caesar has done this kind of thing for others.

Caesar turned Ptolemy XIII so that he was facing him.

I don't know whether it's shyness or what, Ptolemy XIII lowered his head, still like a dull gourd, not speaking.

"Look up." Caesar said in a commanding tone.

Ptolemy XIII pretended not to hear, and still looked down at his toes. He didn't know what he was twisting, but when he remembered that Caesar had stopped his bleeding just now, his heart couldn't help but beat violently.

The legendary Julius Caesar is a mythical figure in everyone's hearts, but why did Ptolemy XIII feel that Caesar was a very gentle person at that moment?

An illusion, it must be an illusion.

The thirteen sons of Ptolemy were thinking to themselves, completely ignoring the person in front of them.

Caesar stopped someone's request with his hand, and that hand landed on the spot with the most bruises.

The pain caused Ptolemy XIII to subconsciously take a step forward, and then his nose bumped into someone's armor beautifully...

Ptolemy Thirteen only felt a sore nose, which seemed to still have the smell of blood. Before he had time to cover his nose, two nosebleeds flowed down gorgeously.

Ptolemy XIII had no choice but to raise his head. This angle happened to meet Caesar's eyes.

However, Ptolemy XIII didn't have the time to look at Caesar at this time. The soreness on his nose made his eyes turn red and tears flowed out. However, he was not crying, but his nose was too sore...

He quickly broke free from Caesar's arms, picked up the cloth that Caesar had just removed, raised his head vigorously, and stuffed the cloth into his nostrils.

His right hand was injured, and Ptolemy XIII could only clumsily plug his nostril with his left hand.

It took me a long time to get my nose blocked.

Looking at the appearance of Ptolemy XIII at this time, his upper body was naked, and blood was stained on his chest at some point. The originally bright red blood had solidified, like little plum blossoms dotted on his chest.

There are two balls of white cloth stuffed on the nose, and a circle of white cloth is wrapped around the wrist of the right hand. It stands to reason that this appearance should look very embarrassing.

But Youyan is so self-willed, no matter what state he is in, as long as he is paired with Ptolemy XIII's face, even if he is embarrassed, he is also embarrassed with beauty.

Ptolemy XIII finally looked up at Caesar this time, and looked at the culprit in front of him. Fortunately, he just felt that Caesar had a gentle side, and he really lost his head...

"Well, I really have something to do, so I'll go first." Although I was thinking, Caesar, are you overpowering me, and why I have nothing good to do when I see you, but I want to think about it and talk about it.

"King Ptolemy Thirteen, what's the matter, you have to be so anxious." Before Ptolemy Thirteen took a step, Caesar's words directly fixed him.

"Hehe." Ptolemy Thirteen laughed dryly twice, and there was a nasal sound in the laughter. He shook his hand and pointed to his nose. Isn't this an urgent matter?

Caesar narrowed his eyes, Ptolemy XIII froze, and walked towards Caesar recklessly, "Emperor Caesar, I'm fine, what's the matter with you?"

He admits that he is cowardly and that he has no backbone, but these cannot be eaten as food.

Looking at Ptolemy XIII who was fawning on him, Caesar did not speak, and he directly drew the sword on his body.

This really made Ptolemy XIII dumbfounded. What is the situation? Why did you draw your sword and meet each other? Caesar, you must act logically!

But the person in front of him was Caesar, a man that Ptolemy XIII could never see through.

The sword did not stab at Ptolemy XIII, but fell straight to the ground, and Caesar picked up the fallen clothes with the hilt of his sword.

Then it was thrown to Ptolemy XIII, "Put it on."

The clothes just fell on the head of Ptolemy XIII. He shook his head and took off the clothes with one hand.

Then he looked at Caesar very helplessly, picking up a piece of clothing is so "special", it deserves to be Caesar.

The translation of this sentence is, Caesar, you can die if you are not handsome!