Cleopatra's younger brother

Ptolemy XIII drew the face of Caesar with his hands, but only drew his outline in mid-air without touching his face.

Looking at the soul that made him love and hate so much, and Vilchiai, who made him become obsessed with demons, Ptolemy XIII couldn't tell what he felt.

After the combination of soul and body, the memory of his previous life has been completely recovered. He remembers the sweetness of the two of them, and also remembers the pain when he was betrayed.

When he was nine years old, he became the pharaoh of the No.18 Dynasty. He was young and ignorant, and Vichiel Ayi was his only support.

All of his things were taught to him by Vichiel Ay. I don't know when his feelings for him changed.

Tutankhamun knew that this feeling was mutual for the two of them.

Whatever Tutankhamun wanted, Ayi gave him.

So, when Tutankhamun told Vichil Ayi that he wanted his love, he gave it to him.

Everything should have been good, but Vichiel Ayi betrayed him in the end.

He took the Egyptian Pharaoh throne from him.

Before Tutankhamun asked why, he got a very strange disease when he was 19 years old, and he died before he was 20 years old.

However, his soul was not fixed in the mummy according to the ritual. He experienced reincarnation, but the obsession in his heart never disappeared, and he was always looking for Ayi.

"Ai." Ptolemy Thirteen softly called his name, and then nestled in his arms.

He finally came back again. This time, no matter what the reason is, the obsession in my heart must be ended in this life. The thing you want to hide, he Tutankhamun, will definitely reveal the truth bit by bit.

In the early morning, the sky gradually cleared up, and the sun shone through the windows.

Ptolemy Thirteen nestled in Caesar's arms, sleeping soundly.

He gently wrapped his hands around Caesar's waist, half-closed his eyes, looked into Caesar's eyes, and immediately closed them.

Looking at the sleeping face in front of him, Caesar's expression was rare and gentle.

Ptolemy Thirteen kicked his legs a little, and Caesar immediately straightened his face and restored his cold face.

He pushed Ptolemy XIII away from his arms, and his back hit the wall with a bang, which was painful.

Ptolemy XIII opened his eyes "poorly", and looked at Caesar very aggrieved.

Meeting Caesar's eyes, he turned around silently, facing Caesar with his bare ass/butt.

The moment he turned around, Ptolemy XIII's eyes became sly.

He wanted to see how long this Vilchiai could endure. If he wanted to play, then he would play with him. Anyway, Tutankhamun was the one who won in the end.

Looking at the purple ass/butt, Caesar's proud willpower was strongly shaken again, but he had to hold back.

He couldn't let the current Ptolemy XIII fall in love with him, he was afraid that this feeling would shake the soul of Tutankhamun he sealed.

If Tutankhamun was released, with his ingenuity, he might have guessed his final plan, and his plans for several lifetimes would be blocked by him.

Moreover, if I face this person again, I really can't control my heart.

Ptolemy XIII wriggled on purpose. Yes, he was deliberately seducing Caesar. Anyway, Caesar didn't know that he had already exchanged his soul.

The current Ptolemy XIII has a feeling of doing bad things under the skin of others.

Accompanied by the crisp sound came the numbness of the buttocks. Feeling the warm palm, Ptolemy Thirteen slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Caesar." Ptolemy XIII clutched his ass, shouted half aggrieved and half angry, perhaps because of Bruce's soul in his body, this appearance seemed quite real, and he was well-deserved acting king.

When you can be happy, be happy to your heart's content.

Caesar said that if he wants the current Ptolemy XIII to be his slave, he must of course be a good "slave."

Early morning is the best time for a man, especially in front of the one you love.

More vigorous exercise than at night.

Ptolemy XIII screamed louder than at night, and the unscrupulous groans/groans echoed throughout the palace, making all the guards outside the palace blushed.

Some of them didn't live up to expectations and even started exercising.

Ptolemy XIII seemed to be in a surge, his body was hit violently, and there were rough panting sounds in his ears.

This picture seems familiar.

In the early morning, in the tent, the two people who are also intertwined, resonate with each other.

That kind of feeling is like the self in the previous life, but the man in the body is a stranger.

"Ptolemy XIII, you will always be my slave!" With the last words, Caesar finally let out.

"I... like you, Caesar!" Ptolemy XIII responded to him with this sentence, and when he was distracted, the words he said were often the most true.

His jaw was suddenly strangled, "You are not qualified." Caesar said coldly.

At this time, Ptolemy XIII had a slack-eyed look.

These words fell into his ears, and other pictures appeared in front of his eyes, but this time, it was another person.

Ptolemy XIII did not speak, he was trembling all over, and the electric current on his body had not passed, and he fell asleep again.

In the past few days, when Ptolemy was sober, it seemed that there were not many.

He really couldn't figure out why Caesar didn't let his current self fall in love with him, and what was so tricky about it.

Ptolemy XIII was very sure that the pictures that just came to his mind were fragments of his every life.

Regarding this matter, he also asked Neferi how to recall the memories of each life. He believed that if he could recall his reincarnation in each life, the answer he wanted must be hidden in it.

But the strange thing is that Ptolemy XIII can only remember all the memories of when he was Tutankhamun, and for the memory of other lives, he can only remember his life experience.

Can't remember anything else.

But after today, he discovered a new method. When he was with Caesar, fragments of memories would always pop up in his mind.

It seems that in order to retrieve his memory, he really needs to communicate more with Caesar.

Ptolemy XIII was just thinking about how to make himself and Caesar so close every day, Caesar's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees.

"If you want, I can try with you." This is what Caesar said to him, and he wants to accept him?