Cleopatra's younger brother

Ptolemy XIII kissed Caesar, "You know who I am, Ay." Ptolemy XIII whispered in his ear.

Caesar's hand tightly held Ptolemy XIII's waist, "You want to be fucked that much?"

Hearing this, Ptolemy XIII was not angry, but smiled, his legs tightly wrapped around Caesar's waist, "Caesar, I want you, I want you to fuck me hard."

Ptolemy XIII put Caesar's hand on his hem, "Look, how much I want you."

Caesar strangled Ptolemy XIII's chin severely, "Bitch." He said to Ptolemy XIII.

"I'm cheap, otherwise I wouldn't still love you, Ayi."

Ptolemy XIII obviously felt Caesar's hand tremble.

Ptolemy XIII laughed, "Until you impregnate that woman."

Caesar's face froze for a moment, and he clenched his hands again, making Ptolemy XIII's mouth sour.

"Tonight, it's a break. You betrayed me twice, and there won't be a third time." Ptolemy XIII lowered his voice, beating every word on Caesar's heart.

Caesar didn't speak, just looked at Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy XIII took another step forward, he tiptoed, and gently kissed Caesar's cool lips, "Ai, if it's possible, I don't want to see you again for the rest of my life."

Caesar's heart trembled, and he was so sad that he lowered his eyes and looked at Ptolemy XIII. The emotion in his eyes was incomprehensible, "After this life, as you wish, in the next life, Amon , you won’t see me here.” Caesar said in his heart.

Caesar picked up Ptolemy XIII, this time his movements were gentle, as if he was hugging a precious thing.

This kind of action almost made Ptolemy XIII soften his heart. Tonight, he deliberately made Caesar think that he was going to break up with him.

Thinking about it now, he really abused Tutankhamun for many lives, but in every life, he would fall in love with himself, even though he snatched his throne and imprisoned him, he still loved himself.

For the first time, Caesar regretted it. Every time he reincarnated, he was looking forward to seeing Amon, but he was afraid of his appearance, so every time he met him, he would abuse him or force him to love him. Never treated him tenderly once.

Except that he is Tutankhamun, he is the life of Vilchiai, and the two have very little time for tenderness.

As Ptolemy XIII said just now, tonight, the last time for the two of them, he wanted to treat the person in front of him who made him love him to the bone.

"Amon." Every time there was an impact, Caesar would call Ptolemy XIII's name.

The two people were completely relaxed, and the fit of their bodies made the pleasure/feeling to the extreme. During the final sprint, Caesar said softly, "I love you."

This sentence was drowned in the groans of Ptolemy XIII. I don't know if he heard it.

By the time Ptolemy XIII woke up here, Caesar was no longer by his side.

The emotional savings in his body seemed to be overflowing, facing the pain in Ptolemy XIII's heart, he hammered his heart hard.

"Caesar, your acting is really bad." Ptolemy XIII covered his eyes with his hands, feeling a little sour. He heard the last sentence.

The hatred for Vilchiai disappeared at that second, and the obsession that has plagued him for so many lives seems not to be so important anymore. It is enough for him to love himself.

However, the surging emotions in his heart reminded Ptolemy XIII that this matter was not that simple.

The images in his mind were constantly intertwined, stinging every inch of Ptolemy XIII's body.

I don't know how long it took, but the pain is dissipating.

Ptolemy XIII supported the wall and stood up, then put his clothes on himself casually, knocked on the wall, and opened the secret compartment.

This time, without the slightest hesitation, Ptolemy Thirteen strode in.

On the other side of the secret passage, there are two directions, one leads to the outside of the palace, and the other leads to the inner hall.

Ptolemy XIII walked towards the inner hall, and when he reached the ground, it was still dark outside.

Ptolemy XIII took a deep breath, as if he hadn't breathed this fresh air for a long time.

Without delay, Ptolemy XIII knocked out the slave who came to watch the night, then changed into his clothes, and walked towards Neferi.

When visiting Rome this time, he deliberately brought Neferi with him.

The moment Neferi saw Ptolemy XIII, she froze for a moment, then trotted over, "King, you are fine!" Her voice trembled.

Ptolemy XIII had a calm expression on his face. He walked a few steps slowly, and sat down beside the soft couch. After forgetting about Caesar for so long that time, his body obviously couldn't bear it.

"I have been missing for a few days." Ptolemy XIII asked, the time in the closed room was too long, and Ptolemy XIII couldn't figure out how many days he stayed there.

"Ten days, king, you disappeared for ten days." Neferi seemed to have not recovered from the dark excitement.

Ptolemy thirteen points, ten days, whether it is long or short, many things can happen during this period.

For example, Cleopatra finally hooked up with Antony, and Caesar was going to be the killer.

"Ten days." Ptolemy XIII repeated. If he could really stay with that person every day, Ptolemy XIII would rather not leave that place for the rest of his life.

"Neferi." Ptolemy XIII looked at him, "Can you see the curse of the soul?"

Every life will die so early, and Tutankhamun doesn't think it's all a coincidence.

Nephiri nodded speciously. She had seen this kind of ritual in her book, but she had never done it before, and she didn't know if it would have an impact on Ptolemy XIII.

"I want you to do it now." Ptolemy XIII said directly, he didn't have time to wait, he wanted to know what happened to his god.

Looking at the moon hanging high in the sky, it is the best time to trigger this ceremony, "Obey, my king." Neferi said reverently.

As a priest, being able to perform such several ceremonies in a lifetime is undoubtedly a supreme honor for Neferi.

Caesar, who was fighting for power with the Senate, and Anthony, who was intoxicated with the gentleness of Cleopatra, at this moment, they had no time to take care of the situation of Ptolemy XIII, let alone Neferi's side.

The bonfire was lit, and Ptolemy XIII lay in the painted formation to block it.

Neferi circled around the drawn barrier in a burst of words.

The feeling of pain hit, this pain is not less than the pain of lifting the seal last time.

Ptolemy XIII only felt that there seemed to be a person living in his body, a person who would rush out anytime and anywhere.

"Who is it, who is it?" Ptolemy XIII shook his head in pain, he held his hand tightly, every inch of skin on his arm was as painful as being cut by a knife, and then As time went by, the pain got worse.

I don't know, this pain, what it will be like when it hurts to the limit.

At this moment, Neferi was suddenly bounced away by a powerful force, and she fell heavily to the ground, after which, the pain on Ptolemy XIII disappeared instantly.

Ptolemy XIII opened his eyes, sat up slowly while leaning on the ground, "What's going on." He asked.

And Neferi seems to have been greatly frightened, and has not responded to Ptolemy XIII for a long time.

It took a long time before her heart, which had been beating wildly, slowly regained its calm.

Neferi looked at Ptolemy XIII with complicated eyes.

"Tell me, what kind of curse is on me?" Ptolemy XIII was as calm as water, and there was no wave in his heart. He was never afraid of death.

"My king." Neferi's eyes were full of entanglement, this curse is undoubtedly vicious.

Ptolemy Thirteen nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"Life after life, I can't live to be 20 years old." Neferi said word by word.

"That's right." Ptolemy XIII said without the slightest surprise. In fact, he had already expected it. After all, in his memory, except for the modern one, there was no life in which he lived past 20 years old.

Ptolemy XIII covered his heart, and after calculation, the time limit for this life is coming soon.

"Is there any way to break the curse." Ptolemy XIII asked, he never gave up on himself.

"There is only one way to break the curse," Neferi replied, frowning at the impossibility of this method.

"What method?" Ptolemy XIII asked.

"The curse can be broken after ten lifetimes of the king's faint." Neferi said.

Upon hearing this, cracks appeared on Ptolemy XIII's indifferent face, "What are the consequences, and what are the consequences for that person." Ptolemy XIII asked word by word, his emotions fluctuating.

"The soul is shattered, and there is no reincarnation." Neferi said.

Ptolemy XIII suddenly trembled all over, and the pain pervaded his whole body. The question that had plagued him for so many lifetimes finally had an answer today.

Vilchiai has already reincarnated as the ninth king, and if this life is added, it happens to be the tenth.

After planning for ten lives, in order to break his curse, he actually had to sacrifice himself.

Ptolemy XIII suddenly laughed, laughing loudly, his shoulders were shaking, and the back of his hand was slightly cold.

"Without you, what's the point of breaking the curse? Ayi, you are really cruel."

Ptolemy XIII raised his head, tightly clenched his hands on the ground, his eyes were red.

"How to destroy your own soul." He looked at Neferi.

"My king." Neferi's eyes widened. Of course, there are such rituals and sacrifices in order to punish those who have committed the most heinous crimes, so that they will never be reincarnated.

"Say." Ptolemy XIII said in a commanding tone, Vilchiai is not reincarnated, so he will accompany him!

"My king." Neferi hesitated in his eyes.

"You and I have a blood bond, if I don't reincarnate, you will be free, Neferi, what are you still hesitating!" Ptolemy XIII stood up tremblingly, and he walked towards Neferi step by step. Walking over, his words were crazy.

Neferi looked up at Ptolemy XIII, "My loyalty will not change." She will not betray her master just because of her freedom.

Ptolemy XIII bit his finger, and then tapped on Neferi's forehead.

"The root of loyalty is absolute obedience to orders."

Blood flowed down Neferi's forehead and landed on her mouth, and the bloody smell dispersed instantly.

With strong inner fluctuations, Neferi turned pale, "I obey, my king, she said."

"Thank you." Ptolemy XIII said to Neferi with a voice that only two people could hear, and then walked out step by step.

Instead of looking for Caesar, he went to find Octavian.

The thinking of Ptolemy XIII has never been so clear, and he remembers all the memories of reincarnation.

He was fortunate that he had reincarnated back to modern times, and he knew all about Rome's historical trajectory.

The final victor of Rome was not Caesar, nor Antony, but Octavian.

Looking at the barefoot Ptolemy XIII, Octavian's eyes narrowed visibly, and there was a three-point smile on the corner of his mouth, "King Ptolemy XIII."

Ptolemy XIII walked in front of him, "Imperator of Rome, you want it."

Octavian smiled, he picked up a grape and slowly put it into his mouth, "I don't understand what King Ptolemy said."

He stood up and hooked Ptolemy XIII's chin with his hand, "I know, I only want you now."

Octavian kissed it, and the aroma of grapes was in his mouth.

Ptolemy XIII raised his arms around Octavian's waist, then leaned forward, and the two of them landed on the soft couch.

Ptolemy XIII narrowed his eyes, and he lifted Octavian's hem with his hands. Except for Vilchiai, no one wanted him to be the city of Tutankhamun.

Octavian froze for a moment.

While he was in a daze, Ptolemy XIII took out a grape from the fruit plate beside him, but he didn't put it in his end, but put it in the small mouth under Octavian.

"You..." The originally playful eyes were stained with anger, but looking carefully, there seemed to be something else.

"Is this comfortable my dear?" Ptolemy XIII picked up another grape and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

This action made Octavian feel a shock.

The corners of Ptolemy Thirteen's mouth twitched into a smile. He subdued himself and stroked David's cabin through the fabric. His hands didn't stop, and the grapes were bursting with fruity fragrance.

Octavian's body began to tremble, almost, almost, Ptolemy XIII stopped suddenly.

"If you want me, it's Rome's right." There was a three-point bewitchment in the tone, and a three-point smile.

"You..." Octavian rolled his eyes, and just about to open his mouth, his fingertips invaded.