Cleopatra's younger brother

When Ptolemy XIII woke up, he found himself in another place.

There was a noisy roar outside, accompanied by the sound of swords and swords, the sound was a little far away and a little empty.

Ptolemy XIII looked around, and it seemed like a camp here?

His eyes fell on Caesar, and he looked down at the map intently.

"Caesar?" Ptolemy XIII called his name subconsciously, as if it would give him a sense of security.

Caesar turned his head and glanced at Ptolemy Thirteen, then turned back again.

Seeing Caesar ignoring him, Ptolemy XIII shrank his neck and got under the blanket, feeling a little aggrieved in his heart. It was obvious that the two of them were already in a mess, and Caesar still ignored him like this.

"You are just my slave." That sentence sounded in his ears again, Ptolemy held back his mouth, feeling a little sad in his heart, he looked like a poor little daughter-in-law who had been abandoned.

"Caesar, we have broken the last line of defense of Achilles!" The soldiers around Caesar suddenly rushed in, breaking the tranquility in the tent, his voice was high, and the excitement could not be concealed in his words.

This is almost an overwhelming victory. If this momentum has been maintained, it will not be difficult to bring Egypt into the bag!

In stark contrast to the excitement of the soldiers was Caesar's indifference.

This victory was already in his expectation, even later than he thought.

Memories come back, and memories of many generations are awakened. After experiencing the rise and fall of various dynasties, Caesar now has the ability to be undefeated. His weakness is only that person.

Ptolemy Thirteen popped his head out, he seemed to have just heard about Achilles.

"Is this a war?" Ptolemy Thirteen realized that he had a little reaction.

Seeing Ptolemy XIII, the soldiers around Caesar froze for a moment. It was not appropriate for this person to appear in such a scene.

Ptolemy XIII sat up suddenly, "Caesar." He called his name.

There was a sound of breathing in, and the soldiers who came could only feel the blood surging in their noses.

He had heard that the pharaoh of Egypt was a very beautiful man, but he didn't expect it to be like this, monster/evil!

The bruises all over his body not only didn't make people feel the slightest embarrassment, but exuded a fatal temptation. If Caesar wasn't there, he thought he would definitely rush over.

Caesareng looked at Ptolemy XIII, he stood up, walked in front of Ptolemy XIII, held his head, and stuffed Ptolemy XIII into the blanket.

"Huh?" Ptolemy XIII hadn't realized what was going on, and it was already wrapped airtight.

Caesar turned around and looked coldly at the soldiers who were still in a daze.

The bulging lower body made Caesar narrow his eyes dangerously.

Feeling the sharp eyes on his body, the soldier shuddered. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the expressionless Caesar.

"Go down." Caesar said coldly.

"Obey." After hearing this, the soldiers immediately went out.

When he came outside the camp, he felt cold sweat all over his body. The bloody battlefield didn't frighten him at all, but Caesar's man-eating eyes made him panic.

He touched his still hot lower body, and said helplessly, "Brother, it's not enough to meet anyone."

Lifting the sword in his hand, the soldiers walked towards the battlefield, holding back such a passion, always looking for a place to vent.

Calm was restored in the tent, and Ptolemy Thirteen dared not come out even though he was nestled under the blanket.

Feeling a little suffocated, he quietly opened a small corner and took a peek outside, which was right on Caesar.

It's not good to put the blanket down now, nor is it good not to put it down.

Ptolemy XIII could only freeze there.

Caesar came over, and he removed the blanket of Ptolemy XIII or something.

The sudden bright light caused Ptolemy XIII to squint his eyes subconsciously, but this action fell on Caesar as if he was winking.

Suddenly, an indescribable emotion came to my heart.

He hated the way everyone looked at Ptolemy XIII, and this kind of jealousy really drove him crazy sometimes.

He has been looking for him every life, imprisoning him every life, but this person will still fall in love with himself every life.

However, this time he imprisoned him. While imprisoning his soul, he also imprisoned his obsession.

There is no life so uncertain as the current life, does he still love himself?Caesar was a little flustered.

"Ptolemy XIII, you are not allowed to look at any man except me!" Caesar knew that the man couldn't hear what he said, and it was because he couldn't hear that that he dared to express it so unscrupulously.

When they meet in the last life, he wants to rub this person into his own flesh and blood.

Looking at Caesar who was inexplicably insane, Ptolemy XIII looked straight at him.

"Then what should I do when other people look at me?" Tong Feng said again, and his aura obviously sank.

Ptolemy XIII clearly felt the obvious hostility emanating from Caesar.

He was joking, really joking...

Ptolemy Thirteen had a bitter face, and he shouted in his heart, hey, come back quickly, Mr. IQ...

"Others looking at you?" Caesar said calmly.

"Hehe." Ptolemy Thirteen laughed dryly, his expression now is that I don't understand what you are talking about.

Can you take back what you said, of course not...

Caesar took a step forward, and Ptolemy XIII took a step back, only to the edge.

Caesar picked up the bow and arrow from his side, which made Ptolemy XIII change his face, oh my god, did he become angry from embarrassment?

"That..." Ptolemy XIII changed his face, he thought how to explain this, so that Caesar would not be angry, but what the hell was he angry, fell!

Caesar stepped forward, grabbed Ptolemy XIII's waist, and pressed his back against the little Caesar in front of him.

With a snap, a handprint appeared on the tender buttocks.

Before Ptolemy could respond, Caesar put his lower body clothes on him.

The upper body is tight and the lower body is cool.

"Caesar...Caesar, ah!" Ptolemy XIII was about to realize what happened, but it was too late.

The tingling pain is accompanied by a tingling pleasure, this feeling is really driving people crazy.

Caesar held Ptolemy XIII's waist with one hand, and held a bow and arrow in the other. Every time he took a step, Ptolemy XIII let out a whimper, until he came to the window.

Caesar opened the curtains, and the camp was set up on a high place, with the troops fighting fiercely below.

He put Ptolemy XIII on the tent, and let his feet half fall on the ground. He forced Ptolemy XIII to raise his head with his hand, and raised his bow and arrow with the other hand.