Cleopatra's younger brother

When Ptolemy XIII woke up, there was still darkness in front of his eyes, and the impenetrable walls shrouded the darkness around Ptolemy XIII.

He wanted to raise his arm, but he felt sore, and every inch of his body was aching.

Last night, Caesar tossed Ptolemy XIII on and off for a whole night, during which Ptolemy XIII passed out several times.

Looking at everything around him, many voices suddenly appeared in the ears of Ptolemy XIII, and they were all talking to him.

"I'm going to imprison you."

"you are mine."

"You can't look at other people."

"Next time, don't leave me first."

"Amon, wait for me."

Closing his eyes, the picture in his mind was repeated over and over again, and Ptolemy XIII's face became paler and paler.

Ptolemy XIII suddenly opened his eyes, his head felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, he hugged his head in pain, the images in his mind repeated together, and finally merged into the face of Caesar.

"It's him, it's always been him." Ptolemy XIII said, he only felt a fishy smell in his throat after speaking, his hands trembled slightly, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ptolemy XIII's eyes gradually became deep, and the truth he had been looking for for many years seemed to be right in front of him.

He looked up at the darkness around him, and smiled helplessly. If his memory is good, the design of the entire Roman palace was built by his previous life, or I don't know which previous life built it.

That's why he has such a strong sense of familiarity.

Even this secret room was made by him.

Caesar didn't seem to know that he had recovered the memories of many lives, otherwise he wouldn't be locked up here.

Holding on to the wall, Ptolemy XIII stood up slowly, his lower body was in a tearing pain. To be honest, the night yesterday was not a good one.

As Caesar said, he really wanted to destroy himself, to swallow himself in his heart.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, and he stroked the wall lightly with his hands. The cold feeling and the suffocating darkness made people despair.

But Ptolemy XIII felt very familiar.

How could he not be familiar with it? He had stayed in this place for a lifetime. Although his life was very short in that life, even in such a short life, Ptolemy XIII still spent two years of youth here.

He tapped the wall lightly with his hand, frowned slightly, and tapped regularly. Suddenly, there was a sound of stone rubbing against each other. Looking at it, the wall behind Ptolemy XIII turned slowly, and behind it was a secret passage. .

In his previous life, Ptolemy XIII always liked to leave a way out when he did anything, and it was no exception when building, so when he designed this secret room, he specially made a secret compartment. This secret compartment was not accessible to outsiders except himself. It is impossible to find out.

But what he never expected was that the first person who came to this secret room was himself.

"Fool." Ptolemy XIII said, he gave these two words to his former self, and of course his present self.

He could obviously go out, but he was trapped in this secret room willingly for two years. The only thing he did every day was to wait for him.

Even if he was treated roughly, he was still willing to wait for him.

Recalling the memories of many generations, Ptolemy XIII was changeable, sometimes he was shrewd, sometimes he was cunning, and most of the time, he was stupid.

But no matter how his personality changes, how his appearance changes, the only thing that remains the same is that he will always fall in love with him.

Imprisoned and betrayed, he still fell in love with him desperately.

"Caesar, you have abused me for so many lives, how can you compensate me." Ptolemy XIII said, with a helpless expression on his face, even so, he still loved him.

Ptolemy XIII knocked on the mechanism again and closed the secret compartment. Tonight, he wanted to wait for him again.

Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, the stone door opened slightly, and his eyelashes moved slightly, but the darkness in the secret room concealed these small expressions on Ptolemy XIII's face.

There was still no light in the secret room, and someone walked over. No matter how lightly his footsteps were, Ptolemy XIII knew that this person was Caesar.

The injured body felt a cool touch, and this coolness relieved the pain on Ptolemy XIII.

Caesar was quietly administering medicine to Ptolemy XIII.

The more he was like this, the more Tutankhamun wanted to know the truth, why he had to toss so many reincarnations because he loved himself obviously.

After the medicine was finished, Caesar left lightly again, obviously he didn't want Ptolemy XIII to know that he had been here.

The medicine slowly penetrated into the skin, without any trace of the medicine, just like that person, who had never been here before.

Slowly moving his arms, Ptolemy XIII showed an unpredictable smile.

In the Chamber of Secrets day and darkness have been confused.

Ptolemy XIII is calculating the time, the time for Caesar to come.

The stones were opened again, and the Caesar who came this time was not as cautious as before.

Before Caesar could enter, Ptolemy XIII stepped forward and hugged Caesar.

"On this day, we can live in peace, okay?" Ptolemy XIII said, and after he finished speaking, he coughed violently, and the violent coughing sound seemed to cough up all the internal organs.

Caesar frowned obviously, "Is it ahead of time?" He unconsciously clenched the hand holding Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy Thirteen, but did not snort, he did not want to spoil the atmosphere at this time.

While waiting for Caesar to come, Ptolemy XIII compared the memories of all his previous lives. In each life, he would die when he was young, except in the modern life, where Ptolemy XIII was not there. Find which life he can live past the age of 20.

If it's a coincidence, it's too coincidental.

Moreover, Ptolemy XIII also found that his body seemed to be getting worse day by day. Now he is still a year away from turning 19.

Since there are so many lives, Ptolemy XIII does not think that he can live a long life in this life, he is like a cursed person.

Ptolemy XIII always felt that there was a mysterious force in his body, which was gnawing at his life little by little. Of course, this was only Ptolemy XIII's conjecture.

With the memories of so many lives in his mind, Ptolemy XIII's four-dimensional is more sensitive than others.

And after sorting out the memory, Ptolemy XIII found a strange phenomenon, it seems that every Caesar is the existence of the king,

What is the connection between them?