Cleopatra's younger brother

Caesar closed his eyes, calmed down, let out a long breath, tried to distract himself, and the restlessness in his heart slowly dissipated.

He opened his eyes, looked at Ptolemy XIII who didn't know whether he was asleep or passed out, and gently pursed the corner of his mouth.

Caesar came to Ptolemy XIII's side, and put his hand on his forehead, feeling slightly hot.

He moved his hand away, looked at the medicine left by Quintus on the table, paused, and then glanced at Ptolemy XIII.

Finally took the medicine.

Caesar gently rubbed the medicine on Ptolemy XIII, but his heart was still very irritable.

Today's Caesar felt very weird. During the intensity just now, many images appeared in front of his eyes, but the protagonist of the images was not himself.

But it seemed familiar, what was that, Caesar frowned, but he didn't stop his hand, but he finally calmed down, and began to feel restless again.

The coldness of the medicine slowly seeped into his body, Ptolemy Thirteen's eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes with some difficulty, and looked at Caesar.

His eyes were a little confused.

He wanted to get up, but felt a tearing pain in his lower body.

Feeling a hot current, Ptolemy XIII's face froze.

A lot of memories poured into his mind, Ptolemy XIII really wanted to hammer his heart so that that emotion wouldn't come out.

Looking at Ptolemy XIII who woke up, Caesar subconsciously put the medicine bottle in his hand behind him.

"Where did you get the map?" He asked coldly, but the indifference seemed a bit deliberate.

Meeting Caesar's eyes, the emotions in his heart rushed out, Ptolemy XIII smiled, his red lips parted slightly, "I traded it with my body."

"Ptolemy." Caesar almost gritted his teeth and called out his name. Just one sentence provoked Caesar's emotions.

His tone seemed to hit him = Ptolemy XIII in the next moment.

Seeing the agitated Caesar, Ptolemy XIII glanced at him, smiling and obviously in a good mood.

"Achilles carved the last map in the pool." Ptolemy XIII replied.

When he went to Achilles, he asked Neferi to describe all the places he had looked for, and ruled out all possibilities. The only places left were beds and pools.

So Ptolemy XIII went to the bed first, found nothing, and then went to the pool.

Feeling the unevenness in the pool, Ptolemy XIII knew that he had found the right place. His memory was very good, and he remembered everything after only looking at it once.

Feeling uncomfortable, Ptolemy XIII gently moved his butt/butt, and there was another hot current.

The stickiness under his body made him lie down even more, especially the smell, which stirred his nerves again.

"Achiles you took the initiative to find?" Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII and asked.

This question made it difficult for Ptolemy XIII to respond. According to common sense, shouldn’t Caesar be more concerned about the authenticity of this map?

Ptolemy XIII still nodded.

Caesar's eyes darkened obviously, "This is the only way you can complete our covenant." His tone seemed contemptuous, but there was faint anger in it when he listened carefully.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, "The method is not important, the result is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Caesar strangled his neck fiercely, with such strength that he almost lifted Ptolemy XIII from the soft couch.

The somewhat clear mind just now began to gloomy again, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by something. Ptolemy Thirteen and a half narrowed his eyes.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Victor Ayi, I'm here, do you still want to avoid me?" He said word by word.

Hearing this name, Caesar seemed to be shocked by something, and he suddenly let go of his hand, only feeling as if his heart had been ripped open, "Vichile Ayi".

The name kept echoing in his mind, and the headache got worse.

Caesar took a few steps back, panting heavily.

Ptolemy XIII was thrown heavily to the ground, and he frowned as he looked at the painful Caesar in front of him.

He will suffer?

Ptolemy XIII stood up suddenly. He came to Caesar and strangled Caesar.

At this moment, Ptolemy XIII was trembling, "Who do you think I am?"

He said word for word.

"I want a reason, a reason for your betrayal!" Ptolemy XIII's voice was hysterical.

Caesar let Ptolemy XIII strangle his neck. His expression was very painful, and he held his hands tightly. He kept going backwards. He took a step back, and Ptolemy XIII took a step forward.

Until it was pushed to the pillar of the palace, there was no way to retreat.

Ptolemy XIII lowered Caesar's neck, "Vichirai, give me a reason."

At this moment, Ptolemy XIII's eyes were red, and he had entered a state of madness.

Caesar shook his head in pain, as if something was about to rush out of his inner strength.

He could have broken free from Ptolemy XIII, but he just shook hands quietly, as if holding back something.

Suddenly, Caesar began to tremble violently, foaming at the mouth, and rolled his eyes upwards.

"Vichir Ayi." Ptolemy XIII let go of his hand, the fierce madness in his eyes had disappeared, and his expression was panicked.

Caesar fell to the ground, curled up into a ball.

Ptolemy XIII squatted down quickly, but didn't know how to deal with it.

He frowned tightly, looking at Caesar on the ground distressedly, a little helpless, he said softly, "I hand him over to you."

I only felt a shock in my heart, like a drowning person regaining his breath, Ptolemy XIII took a deep breath.

The drowsy mind became sober.

He looked at Caesar in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

"Hello, Caesar?" Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar on the ground. Is this symptom epilepsy?

Ptolemy XIII came to Caesar's side, forced Caesar to be flat, then loosened Caesar's collar, and turned his head to one side.

He stroked Caesar's back gently.

It should be handled like this, right?

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar with some concern.

Fortunately, Ptolemy XIII's approach was correct. Caesar's body slowly relaxed without shaking.

"God bless." Ptolemy XIII breathed a sigh of relief.

He touched Caesar lightly with his hand, "Caesar, are you okay?"

Caesar closed his eyes and did not respond.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar with some concern, this...is he dead?

He quietly put his hand under Caesar's nose, he must be really dead!

His hand was grabbed, Caesar suddenly opened his eyes, and he looked at Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy XIII subconsciously hid back, and he looked at Caesar with some embarrassment, "Are you all right?"

The expression and tone of saying this are completely different from Ptolemy XIII just now. It seems that Caesar saw Ptolemy XIII for the first time.

Caesar looked at the person in front of him, holding his wrist tightly with his hands, with indescribable emotions in his eyes, emotions that Ptolemy XIII could not understand.

His hand suddenly touched Ptolemy XIII's face.

"Caesar, is there something wrong with you?" Ptolemy XIII asked, such a Caesar made him feel uncomfortable all over.

In fact, not only was Caesar abnormal, but Ptolemy XIII felt that he was abnormal, no, no, it should be said that he had become very normal.

Some time ago, Ptolemy XIII had always felt that his temperament had changed drastically, and he had changed so much that he didn’t even recognize himself. When he thought about the things he did, Ptolemy XIII felt so handsome!

Caesar sat up, still looking at Ptolemy XIII.

Uncomfortable being stared at by Caesar, Ptolemy XIII shrank back. Although he didn't want to persuade him, the energy in his heart really disappeared.

Ptolemy XIII couldn't get tough even if he wanted to.

Caesar let go of his hand, his expression gradually turned cold.

He pushed it violently, and Ptolemy XIII couldn't resist, and sat down on the ground at once.

Ptolemy XIII stared wide-eyed, looking at Caesar inexplicably.

Caesar stood up and picked up the map beside him.

What is this for?Ptolemy XIII was sitting on the ground, his butt was hurting from the fall. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't exert any strength in his legs.

Unable to get up, Ptolemy XIII simply sat on the ground.

Caesar looked at the map carefully, but from the corner of his eye he looked at Ptolemy XIII on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Caesar finally put down the map in his hand.

Then he walked towards Ptolemy XIII step by step.

The shadow covered it, and Ptolemy XIII silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Ptolemy Thirteen's clever mind disappeared along with his blackened character, and now he can't figure out what Caesar is thinking at all.

Caesar took a step forward, and Ptolemy XIII silently took a step back.

Despite the pain in his ass, he wasn't horrified by the unknown that Caesar had brought him.

What he did to Caesar just now, isn't it revenge?

Ptolemy Thirteen's face changed as his back pressed against the bed. If he told Caesar that the person just now was not himself, would he believe it?

"I have schizophrenia." The words came out before the brain, and Ptolemy XIII froze for a moment.

He laughed twice, IQ why did you abandon me so ruthlessly.

Ptolemy XIII sighed inwardly, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Caesar.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII who was huddled all over, with mixed emotions in his eyes, including love and helplessness, which finally turned into firmness.

He bit his finger, and then lifted Ptolemy XIII's chin with his hand.

Caesar painted something on the face of Ptolemy XIII, stroke by stroke, and seemed to be reading something in his mouth

Ptolemy XIII's eyes widened instantly, and he began to struggle, "No, stop!"

He kicked Caesar hard, but Caesar didn't move.

There was determination and distress in his eyes.

But Ptolemy XIII was wrong.

"Vichir Ayi!" Ptolemy XIII roared out the name.

With the last stroke, a very strange pattern was painted on Ptolemy XIII's face, like a spell.

"I'm sorry." Caesar said to Ptolemy XIII. With this sentence, Ptolemy XIII passed out...