Cleopatra's younger brother

"Caesar, do you know what you're talking about?" Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar in disbelief.

"Egypt's military power and agriculture are entrusted to you." Caesar repeated.

Ptolemy XIII pinched himself, then frowned in pain, "That, you are saying it again."

Caesar gave Ptolemy Thirteen a cold look, then walked to his side step by step, lifted his hem with his hand, and hit him hard.

The crisp voice and the crispy feeling made Ptolemy XIII respond immediately.

In the past two days, his body has been very sensitive to being fucked by Caesar, especially when Caesar is fucking, he always likes to rub his buttocks/petals.

"Have you heard clearly?" Caesar didn't let go of his hand.

Ptolemy Thirteen felt a burst of hotness on his face. At this time, as a normal man, he should dodge angrily, and then give Caesar a hard punch.

But Ptolemy XIII found a fact that he didn't want to admit helplessly. He also wanted to...

Regarding Caesar, Ptolemy XIII didn't know what was going on, but he couldn't think of approaching him.

"I didn't hear clearly." Ptolemy XIII said deliberately, and then rubbed against Caesar's body.

Without the expected effect, Caesar took a step back instead, and looked at Ptolemy XIII coldly.

The sudden change in attitude made Ptolemy XIII stunned, but fortunately, he had long been used to Caesar's hot and cold treatment of him.

"What is the price?" Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar and asked, saying what he should say.

Caesar sneered, then looked Ptolemy XIII up and down.

Unlike the sneer just now, Ptolemy XIII felt that Caesar now had a feeling of malice.

The Adam's apple rolled, and Ptolemy subconsciously clenched his hands.

"I want to watch the show." Caesar said, looking at Ptolemy XIII.

"A show?" Ptolemy XIII pursed his lips, "What show?"

"Show me yourself." Caesar narrowed his eyes, took a few steps forward, and sat on the throne.

"Caesar, you..." Without the expected anger, Ptolemy scratched the ground with his feet back and forth.

If this matter were placed in this era, it would undoubtedly be a great humiliation to a man for Caesar to make such a request.

But the current Ptolemy XIII only has the thinking of modern people. In his opinion, doing it for people he likes is not a humiliation, but a kind of fun.

In a sullen manner, Ptolemy XIII slowly took off his clothes. He wore very little, but he took off very slowly.

Caesar's eyes darkened for a moment. He didn't expect that Ptolemy XIII didn't feel angry at his request at all. Sure enough, he wasn't him.

"Enough." Caesar suddenly shouted, and stood up.

He picked up the clothes on the ground and threw them into the arms of Ptolemy XIII. The force was so strong that Ptolemy XIII took a few steps back.

Ptolemy XIII was baffled by this all of a sudden, he looked up at Caesar, and suddenly froze for a moment.

His heart hurt a few times, and he actually saw the disgust in Caesar's eyes.

"You are not allowed to do such things in the future." Caesar pulled Ptolemy XIII over, "I will give you the right, and the price is your skin."

It's just the skin, not you.

Hearing this, Ptolemy XIII felt very uncomfortable.

He didn't know what emotion was surging in his heart, he raised his eyes to look at Caesar, he looked at himself, as if he was looking at another person.

But, who is it...

Ptolemy Thirteen nodded awkwardly, his heart was half cold.

"I will protect what you want." Ptolemy XIII responded, and then he hugged the clothes in his hands tightly.

Caesar pulled Ptolemy XIII over, this action seemed familiar.

Ptolemy XIII suddenly stopped, and the voice sounded in his ear again, "Look for Neferi."

Stabilizing his heart, suppressing the bitterness and unhappiness in his heart, Ptolemy Thirteen turned his head, with a rare expression on his face, "Caesar, do you still want to watch?"

The person is still the same person, but the tone seems to have changed.

Feeling Caesar's hand tremble, Ptolemy XIII took advantage of this opportunity and broke his wrist out of his hand.

Where he was held, the skin was already red.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII. Although there was danger in his eyes, Ptolemy XIII felt the forbearance behind this gaze.

He seems to be in control.

"Nefeli, what did you do to her?" Ptolemy XIII ignored Caesar's appearance at this time.

"Killed." Caesar threw out these two words.

"Why are you so angry?" Ptolemy XIII couldn't understand Caesar's thoughts at all, he was jealous of men, why would he eat women?

"I want to see her. As a pharaoh, I still have this right?"

"What did you see her for?" Caesar's tone was already threatening.

"When I was in power, there must be sacrifices anyway." Ptolemy XIII said helplessly. Caesar killed more than half of the Egyptian ministers this time.

Even the sacrifices representing the gods were unexpectedly killed by Caesar.

"Forget it, forget it if you don't agree, why don't you find me a male priest." Ptolemy XIII spoke to Caesar in a tone that you are happy with.

As expected, when he heard the word male, Caesar frowned deeply.

Obviously, he is not so happy at the moment.

This domineering possessiveness may not be changed until death.

Ptolemy XIII had a straight face, but he was secretly delighted in his heart.

Caesar turned around and didn't look at Ptolemy XIII, and Ptolemy XIII didn't stick to Caesar either. He hugged his clothes and got under the quilt, lazily. He believed that when he woke up When he came, the woman named Neferi would definitely appear in front of him.

Ptolemy XIII didn't know where his self-confidence came from. Don't look at how Caesar abused himself these days, but Ptolemy XIII knew that he would not do anything to himself in the end.

Although he knew that Caesar's "favor" was not for himself, Ptolemy XIII directly ignored it automatically, although sometimes, he was really a little bit sad.

Staring dazedly, he fell asleep. This sleep was sound and sweet. Ptolemy XIII stretched comfortably, and hit something with his hand.

He half opened and saw a beautiful baby face in front of him.

Ptolemy XIII blinked, and he subconsciously said, "Nefeli?"

"My king," Neferi responded.

Ptolemy Thirteen jumped up one by one, and he held Neferi's hand, "See if I'm abnormal."

Neferi......