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Ptolemy XIII rubbed his temples, and the spirit of the wine picked up. Obviously, his current state is not suitable for meeting Caesar.

What he said just now was just to make Achiles fear him.

Ptolemy XIII knew that the more presumptuous he was, the less Achilus dared to touch him. In addition, he just mentioned Caesar's name, which made Achiles more cautious about his behavior.

But this is just a delaying tactic. Achiles has so many eyeliners, it is estimated that he will be able to see through his lies in only seven days. This may be the last calm before the storm.

But Ptolemy XIII was not afraid. What he wanted was the irritated Achilles. Now this slow process has made Ptolemy XIII unbearable. If a man is a man, he should be fighting, not fighting. This enjoys the imaginary tranquility.

My head started to feel dizzy again, the wine had a strong stamina, and my mind began to be half-drowsy and half-awake.

Ptolemy XIII came to the pool, squatted down, and looked at himself in the pool.

He was not used to this strange face until now.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his hand slowly brushed across his face. Suddenly, his heart felt as if he was being burned. This feeling had happened before, but it was never as strong as this time.

It seemed that the soul in the body was ignited, Ptolemy XIII frowned tightly, and said, "Damn."

Ptolemy XIII took a deep breath, bent over suddenly, and fell into the pool.

Water splashed everywhere, and then slowly returned to calm.

Ptolemy XIII slowly sank to the bottom of the pool. He didn't struggle at all. The cold water soaked his whole body, and the hotness in his heart was only a little less.

A voice echoed in my ear, "You are finally back."

There was a splash, Ptolemy stood up abruptly, and he emerged from the bottom of the pool.

"Who are you?" Ptolemy XIII roared loudly, there was no one in Nuo Da's palace, only the echo of Ptolemy XIII himself.

Ptolemy XIII was convinced that he was not crazy, he really heard someone talking to himself.

He had heard this voice more than once, but before, the voice just repeated a sentence, "Come on, come on, go back to where you should go."

Only Ptolemy XIII, who was drunk, knew about this matter, and he pressed his hand firmly against his heart.

The longer the time in Egypt, the more frequently this sound appeared.

Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, he always felt that his coming to Egypt was not an accident, it seemed inevitable.

In modern times, after drinking, Ptolemy XIII's temperament would change drastically, but this blackened personality did not come out every time. Sometimes when he was drunk, he was simply a drunkard.

And every time he wakes up, he forgets what happened when he was drunk.

But since coming to Egypt, this situation seems to be changing unconsciously.

As long as he drinks alcohol, the character of Ptolemy XIII will appear. It is no longer as random as before, and what he did after he was drunk and blackened, he still has impressions after he wakes up. This situation has never happened before. Pass.

Moreover, even if he didn’t drink, the sober Ptolemy XIII also found that he was not the same as before. It was difficult for him to control his emotions, just like he told Caesar, he could also make threats when he was sober. Caesar thing.

However, how can a person's personality change so quickly.

According to modern theory, it should be called schizophrenia in medicine, but it doesn't seem right.

Ptolemy XIII was sure that he had no mental problems, because he also went to the hospital for examination when he was drunk.The current medical skills are still good for judging whether a person is schizophrenic.

It's not mental illness, why do I have two states, this feeling is like belonging to two sides of a person and they are separated abruptly.

For the first time, Ptolemy XIII felt irritated in this state.

He simply closed his eyes, leaning against the wall of the pool, his body in spasm-like pain.

Some things are useless to think about, what should happen will always happen, and there is no escape, no matter what it is, he Ptolemy XIII will not give up lightly.

Ptolemy XIII just sat in the pool like this, the alcohol slowly hit him, and the pain in his body gradually became numb. He fell asleep unconsciously, and when he woke up, the sky outside seemed to be dark.

At this time, Ptolemy XIII was almost sober, and the pain on his body disappeared. The water in the pool was soaked in black, and the tattoo on Ptolemy's body disappeared.

He raised his hand, only to feel a sting.

Only then did Ptolemy XIII remember that his hand was injured.

"This lunatic." He was talking about his drunken self. This time, it was different from the past. The sober Ptolemy XIII remembered everything clearly, even the thoughts in his heart. .

He was like a bystander, looking at everything about "himself", Ptolemy XIII was a little puzzled, whether he was himself now, and why he felt so weird.

The more I think about it, the more confused I get. This question is almost the same as the classic topic of philosophy, who am I, where do I come from, and where am I going? Ptolemy XIII shook his head. Instead of having time to think about this, he might as well worry about it The wound on his own hand.

Originally, the wound would be fine after it was wounded, but it was soaked in the pool water for a long time, and it was not pure pool water, it was mixed with raw materials for Ptolemy XIII's tattoo.

Hope the wound doesn't fester.

Ptolemy XIII came out of the pool.

Drying his hands with a cloth, he did not call the imperial physician in, but treated the wound himself first. Seeing this wound, Ptolemy XIII thought of Caesar and Achilles, and fell into deep thought.

Ptolemy XIII did not notice that this time when he was thinking about things, there was no blanket covering his head.

Something is quietly invading unknowingly, the changes are subtle, people ignore it, but it is slowly eroding, and when it is waiting to be discovered, it is already powerless to change.

Ptolemy Thirteen frowned slightly, he was analyzing the current situation.

With what happened today, before Neferi gets the map, Achilles should calm down for a while. This hidden danger is temporarily put aside.

Then, there was Caesar. Thinking of Caesar, Ptolemy XIII could not help but frown. Now the relationship of the alliance has almost been confirmed, but it is only a verbal alliance. Caesar has not given Ptolemy XIII any substantive help. , it seems that to really drag Caesar into the water, extraordinary measures must be adopted.

"Caesar, Achilles, Sidotes, yes, and Cleopatra VII." Ptolemy XIII had these people intertwined in his mind, what should he do to borrow Caesar's hand, Get rid of them one by one.

The interweaving of rights and interests makes things more and more complicated.

At this moment, the voice of Portinos announced back to Ptolemy XIII, "Sidotes has an audience!"

"Sidotes?" Ptolemy XIII felt a little helpless when he heard the name of his own person who wanted to meet with him. Could it be that today is a good day, so everyone rushed over to join in the fun.

Today is not a good day, and it is no coincidence that Sidotus is here.

The old fox Sidotes just got the news.

He heard that something happened to Achiles in Ptolemy XIII, but Achiles was stronger than him, and his eyes and ears couldn't find any news for a while.

Then Sidotes couldn't sit still. He was a deadly enemy with Achilles, and he wanted to kill him all the time. If something happened between him and Ptolemy XIII, it would add fuel to the fire. He can't miss things.

Sidotes wanted to join in the fun, but Ptolemy XIII was not in the mood for him to join in the fun.

"No." He directly refused, and Sidotes was blocked from the door like this.

Sidotes was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Ptolemy XIII would reject him, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

But from the tone of Ptolemy XIII's speech, Sidotes could feel his anger.

I have never seen Ptolemy XIII so angry, and Sidotes couldn't help gloating in his heart.

But what made him curious was, how did that old fox provoke the little king like this?And how did the little king subdue the old fox?

Is it possible?Sidotes had a lewd/slutty expression on his face, and felt a little regretful that he let that person try it first.

No wonder the little king doesn't want to see him, no, no, it can't be said that he doesn't want to see him, it should be that he can't see him.

Sidotes understands a man's first time.

Bordinos looked at Sidotes with a smirk on his face, and gave him a very disgusted look. He deliberately hit Sidotes with his round belly a few times, trying to disgust him.

Unexpectedly, Sidotes was in a trance, and he didn't respond to the sudden attack of Portinos. He didn't know what he thought of, and his hands still touched Portinos' chubby belly a few times. .

Now Bordinos's face turned green. He didn't expect to disgust others, but he made himself disgusted.

"Sidotes!" Bordinos yelled, and then Hidotes came back to his senses, looking at his hand on Bodinos' stomach, he froze for a moment.

Then he jumped back a few steps as if he had touched something dirty.

Seeing Sidotes like this, Portinos was not very angry.

The two seemed to be facing each other, and staged a scene of cynicism.

At the end of the quarrel, the two might find it meaningless. Portinos returned to the palace and stood upright, while Sidotes snorted coldly, then turned and left.

The hall was finally quiet.

Completely ignoring the noise outside the palace, Ptolemy XIII in the palace lay down early. For some reason, he felt so tired today.

The night passed so seemingly peacefully.

The next day, Ptolemy XIII was completely sober from the wine, but his hand was still tingling. Looking carefully, the whole hand was enlarged, and it seemed that it was still inflamed.

Ptolemy looked at his hand helplessly, he knew it would cause inflammation, and now he just hoped that it would not have a fever.

Ptolemy XIII called for an imperial physician and dealt with it carefully. The imperial physician Zaisan told him not to get wet.

But he came here for whatever he was afraid of. I don’t know if it was because of inflammation. Ptolemy XIII felt very uncomfortable. He was always afraid of heat, but today he felt very cold.

Ptolemy XIII twitched the corners of his mouth, he seemed to have a fever...

But now Ptolemy XIII has no time to rest, he still has a lot to do.

Pulling himself together, Ptolemy XIII changed into his clothes, regardless of his heavy footsteps.

Take a jar from the hidden compartment of the palace.

Ptolemy XIII asked the servant to carry the pot and walked towards the palace where Caesar lived. He was going to give Caesar a big gift today.

At the gate of the palace, Ptolemy XIII left only two male servants carrying jars, and asked them to put their swords at the gate, which showed great respect for Caesar.

The guard at the gate went to the palace to report, and a dumb servant came out after a while, and made a gesture of invitation to Ptolemy XIII.

But when he reached the male servant, he stopped the two of them. He looked at the jar and nodded to the guard again.

Ptolemy XIII was one step ahead. He put his hand on the jar and shook his head at the dumb servant. The jar cannot be opened now.

The dumb slave looked at the jar and shook his head, which meant that he couldn't go in without checking.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, and did not embarrass the servants, but he asked the two Egyptian servants beside him to stand on the side of the jar, and asked them to close their eyes, and brought the dumb slave to the jar alone. , opened the jar lid.

The dumb slave stared at him for a moment, but his complexion didn't change much, which made Ptolemy Shisan Gao take a look at this man.

That's right, I've been with Caesar for a long time, and I haven't seen anything. Compared to this, this is nothing.

Ptolemy XIII glanced at the jar, but his body still had chicken skin involuntarily.

He turned his head to the side, put the lid on the jar, and then turned his head to look at the dumb servant, as if asking, is it okay now.

The dumb servant bowed to Ptolemy XIII according to Egyptian etiquette.

Ptolemy XIII nodded to the mute servant, then asked the servant beside him to open his eyes, and walked into the temple with the jar.

When the jar was put down, Ptolemy sent two servants out, leaving only Caesar and Ptolemy in the palace of Noda.

Caesar sat on a chair with a map of Alexandria Harbor in front of him. He looked at it seriously, not shying away from Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy XIII's eyes fell on Caesar's face, his complexion seemed a little pale.

Seeing Caesar who ignored him completely, Ptolemy XIII did not feel embarrassed. He sat down very casually, with grapes on the table. Ptolemy XIII just ate the grapes while watching Caesar.

After eating most of the bunches of grapes, Caesar raised his head, "I don't know what's up with King Ptolemy." His tone was a bit stiff.

The situation in Rome is not good recently. Anthony has sent someone to send a letter, and Caesar is planning to return.

The purpose of his visit this time was to capture Pompeii alive, and then intervene in the internal affairs of the Ptolemaic Kingdom, but now it seems that everything has gone off track.

Looking at Caesar with a tired face, Ptolemy XIII really felt that it is not easy to be a great man.

Ptolemy XIII stood up, and he smiled at Caesar, the panic in his eyes had long since disappeared from the first meeting.

I don't know why, since waking up early this morning, Ptolemy Shisan felt that he seemed to be a different person. How should I put it, it was a kind of self-confidence that I didn't know where it came from. Even if he faced Caesar, he would The panic of the past is gone.

"I'm here to give a gift to my distinguished friend," Ptolemy XIII said.

"Gift?" Caesar looked up and down at someone who was empty-handed, and narrowed his eyes, obviously misunderstanding what Ptolemy XIII meant.

When Ptolemy XIII came in, he just placed the jar in a corner of the temple, and Caesar was thinking about it, so he didn't notice it.

Seeing Caesar sizing him up, Ptolemy XIII also understood what he meant, and he smiled. He wanted to give himself to Caesar as a gift, but the question is, should he?

Ptolemy XIII pointed to the jar in the corner, "I hope you will like this gift."

Caesar glanced at the jar, then at Ptolemy XIII, then walked up to the jar, lifted the lid of the jar with his sword, and was taken aback.

What is contained here is not any rare treasure, but Pompey's head/skull!

Caesar raised his head and turned to look at Ptolemy XIII behind him. His expression was dangerous at this moment.

"Is Caesar satisfied with this gift?" Ptolemy XIII asked calmly.

Caesar came to Ptolemy XIII, raised his hand and held his chin firmly, "Can you tell me, how did Your Highness find this head?"

Caesar asked like this, but he already had the answer in his heart. He really underestimated Ptolemy XIII's acting skills, thinking that when he confronted him in the palace that day, he actually believed his words.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar without any panic or fear in his eyes, and his calmness surprised him.

His jaw was sour from Caesar's pinch, and the saliva in his mouth was secreting rapidly. If Caesar didn't let go, he might regret it after a while.

Caesar released Ptolemy XIII's jaw, and the timing was just right. Ptolemy XIII rubbed his cheeks with his hands. With this vulnerable constitution, it is estimated that his face will be bruised tomorrow.

"The head has always been with me." Ptolemy XIII said honestly.

"You've been lying to me." Caesar's tone was cold. He originally thought that Ptolemy XIII would have to defend himself anyway, but what he didn't expect was that he admitted it so directly.

Ptolemy Thirteen smiled, "Want to hear me explain why I lied to you?"

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII without speaking.

"I'm afraid of you." Ptolemy XIII simply said these two words, and as expected, he saw Caesar's face change.

"I'm not afraid now." This was the first time Caesar heard someone say that he was afraid of him, and this person was actually the ruler of a country.

Ptolemy XIII shook his head, "Later I found out that it's useless to be afraid of you. If Caesar wants me to die, I don't even have the strength to resist." He was telling a fact.

Ptolemy XIII glanced at the jar, "I didn't order him to be killed."

Looking at Pompey's head, Ptolemy XIII felt a burst of regret. A figure like Caesar was just annihilated in the long river of history. Whenever he saw this jar, Ptolemy XIII felt a sense of integration into this era. It deepened by one point.

In fact, Pompey's death should be a good thing for Caesar, and it can be regarded as an end to his serious troubles.But this man died in Ptolemy's kingdom, and Caesar was not so comfortable.

In other words, Caesar's machismo committed another crime. Even if he was a Roman, he could not die at the hands of foreigners.

Caesar's thoughts had already been guessed by Ptolemy XIII, which is why Ptolemy XIII used Sidotes to steal Pompey's head back. Ptolemy XIII believed that if Caesar had just When he came to Alexandria, he gave Caesar this head as a gift. The situation must be completely different now.

"Achilles ordered Pompey to be killed without my permission." Ptolemy XIII continued, which is also true.

"Achilles, your subordinate." Caesar looked at the pot and saluted Pompey. Although the two were politically rivals, it cannot be denied that he was an outstanding military strategist just because of this.

"Perhaps, if you come a few days late, Caesar, the Ptolemaic dynasty will change hands." Ptolemy XIII said this very calmly.

"Achiles holds all the military power in Egypt, and now I'm just an empty shell. Pharaoh of Egypt, heh, it's really ridiculous."

Ptolemy XIII walked up to Caesar and looked up at him, "Caesar, do you want to go back on our alliance?"

"No." Caesar didn't even think about it.

Hearing this, Ptolemy Thirteen's heart was moved, but before he could be happy, he was immediately doused with cold water.

"I have never formed an alliance with you." This sentence overturned all the previous ones, but someone was still confident.

Don't blame Caesar for being cold-blooded. If Caesar was soft-hearted everywhere, he would not be the Caesar in history.

The answer was the same as he had imagined, but Ptolemy XIII was still a little disappointed. He thought that after getting along with him during this period, Caesar should treat him differently from others.

Sure enough, I'm being self-indulgent again.

Ptolemy lowered his eyelids. He looked down at his injured fingers. There was a hot temperature at the fingertips. This temperature slowly spread upwards, and the feeling of powerlessness that had been suppressed for a long time came up again.

If it weren't for Ptolemy Thirteen's strong willpower, the others would have already been limp on the ground at this time.

Ptolemy XIII suddenly laughed. Although the laughter was deep, it was still sweet.

It's just that he smiled a little inexplicably.

"But, Caesar, you have to help me." Ptolemy XIII raised his head and said word by word.

Caesar narrowed his eyes, "You're threatening me, Ptolemy." This was the first time Caesar called Ptolemy by name.

Ptolemy XIII shook his head, "I'm just telling the truth, either live together or die together."

"Achilles already knew that you and I were together." Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar with a gloomy face, "Of course, he also knew about Pompey's head."

Speaking of this, Ptolemy XIII spread his hands helplessly, "He has too many eyes and ears. I can't help it."

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII who seemed to be cheating with dangerous eyes.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar more helplessly, and he didn't want to be pressed so hard.

It is helpless to say, but there is no lack of deliberate elements in Ptolemy XIII.

If there is no interest, there is no connection. If you want to draw Caesar into this power struggle, you must drag him into the water.

That's why Ptolemy XIII stimulated Achilles. He wanted to make him feel panic and make him feel a huge threat.

Let him have to do it to Caesar.

Only when Caesar is threatened will he truly face up to the current situation.

The two were silent, their eyes met, and neither of them retreated a step.

Caesar clenched his fists tightly, a murderous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, very good." He squinted his eyes and looked at Ptolemy XIII. He admitted that Ptolemy XIII's threat to him was very successful. In this situation, it is impossible for him to stay out of it.

But he will never let things develop in the direction imagined by Ptolemy XIII. He is Caesar, and he is not threatened by anyone.

Looking into Caesar's eyes, Ptolemy XIII knew that while he was successful, he was also deeply hated by Caesar.

To be honest, this feeling is not good. Ptolemy XIII did not want to become enemies with Caesar from the bottom of his heart. When he first came, he even wanted to seduce/lure Caesar and become his lover.

Although I don't want to admit it, Ptolemy XIII really likes Caesar, the historical Caesar, that iron-blooded man.

But now, Ptolemy XIII smiled bitterly. Everything seemed to be beyond his control, and he himself had also changed.

His whole body seemed to be drained of strength, his body was getting hotter and hotter, and Ptolemy Thirteen cheered up.

But in Caesar's eyes, this appearance was the pride after the victory, which made Caesar furious.

Caesar stepped forward and strangled Ptolemy XIII's neck with his hand.

The body was suspended, which made the already uncomfortable Ptolemy XIII even more uncomfortable. He frowned slightly, "Caesar, let go."

Ptolemy XIII's eyes were slightly red, and his cheeks were also stained with red, coupled with his angry eyes, all challenged Caesar's nerves.

Caesar pulled Ptolemy XIII in front of him, looked at the magnified charming face in front of him, and finally couldn't help the agitation in his heart.

Those who threaten Caesar will always pay the price.

Looking at Caesar's increasingly violent eyes, Ptolemy XIII had already guessed what would happen next.

He was already suffering from a low-grade fever, and if Caesar had tormented him like this, Ptolemy XIII could not guarantee that he would still be able to see the sun tomorrow.

"Caesar, not today." Ptolemy XIII said in a refusal tone, looking calmly at Caesar whose eyes were already bloodshot.

But the more he was like this, the more it made Caesar crazy, and no one dared to refuse him.

At this time, Caesar was like a beast, and he looked at Ptolemy as if he was looking at a prey.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar fearlessly. The reason why his attitude was so calm was because he knew one thing.

Caesar, he can't.

Now this rumor has spread in the palace, and perhaps the only one who doesn't know is Caesar.

The two bodies were tightly attached, leaving no gaps.

Looking at the magnified handsome face and dangerous eyes in front of him, Ptolemy XIII not only didn't feel scared, but felt that Caesar was a little pitiful. Even if he was tossing himself, it was of no use, a man's heroism is not...

Ptolemy Thirteen hadn't finished his thoughts, and suddenly his face changed drastically. He widened his eyes and looked at Caesar in disbelief.

He felt someone's astonishing "vigorousness", and he subconsciously moved forward to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

Caesar narrowed his eyes dangerously, his behavior was undoubtedly provocative.

"You have no right to refuse." Caesar put his mouth next to Ptolemy XIII's ear, and said each word, every word pierced Ptolemy XIII's heart like a sharp sword.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar in despair. He thought that he would not be able to escape today. Ptolemy XIII gave up his resistance and closed his eyes resignedly, "At least, take it easy."

Against the cold behind him, Ptolemy XIII was thrown heavily to the ground, the bruises on his back were still there, such force made Ptolemy XIII cry out in pain.

But the sound is completely drowned out by someone's kiss, or rather, the bite.

The limbs were completely choked, and the intertwining of cold and heat stimulated Ptolemy XIII's senses to the extreme.

The room was filled with low/roaring and slapping/beating sounds, I don't know how long it lasted.

When Ptolemy XIII woke up, he was already in his palace, his mind was still groggy, and he had no strength at all.

The inside of his throat seemed to be on fire, he swallowed, and there was a bloody taste as well as the raw pain.

Ptolemy XIII wanted to drink water, opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

He raised his hand, and the pain made Ptolemy XIII gasp, his whole body ached like being crushed.

Ptolemy XIII frowned, cursing Caesar several times in his heart.

"King Ptolemy Thirteen." Portinos' voice came over.

Ptolemy Thirteen raised his eyes with difficulty, and looked at the fat face in front of him. He had never felt that Portinos was so kind.

At this time, Ptolemy XIII's face was still flushed abnormally.

Portinos could never forget yesterday when he saw Ptolemy XIII in a state of embarrassment, with his bruised and purple body. Portinos was not surprised, but only distressed.

But Portinos was powerless, in front of that barbaric Roman, he had no ability to fight back.

The fever lasted for the third day, and Portinos' worries grew stronger every day.

Fortunately, Caesar was not completely heartless, at least he blocked the news and sent people to guard them.

When the sound of footsteps came, Portinos glanced at the people coming, and immediately lowered his head. Caesar waved his hand, and Portinos wanted to pretend to be invisible like a tortoise.

He doesn't want his king to be alone with this demon now.

"Go away." Caesar said impatiently.

Portinos trembled all over, he shrank his neck, and glanced at Caesar from the corner of his eye.

I saw Caesar's face was frightening, and Portinos was covered in cold sweat. He wanted to hold on, but he couldn't resist Caesar's powerful aura after all.

When stepping back, Portinos glanced at Ptolemy XIII with some concern. Under Caesar's piercing eyes, Portinos finally left slowly.

Hearing Caesar's voice, Ptolemy XIII did not open his eyes, "Are you dead?" Caesar said coldly.

Ptolemy XIII didn't speak, it's not that he didn't want to speak, but he really didn't have the energy to speak, and the culprit was still standing in front of him.

Looking at Ptolemy XIII with a reddish complexion, Caesar stretched out his hand and pulled Ptolemy XIII up. At this moment, overwhelming pain spread all over his body.

Ptolemy XIII gritted his teeth, he finally opened his eyes, his eyes were cold.

"Bless you, Amon, I'm still alive." With a hoarse voice, Ptolemy XIII felt his throat hurt every time he said a word.

Caesar sneered, "That's good."

Looking at each other, no one will give in.

This situation was not broken until Caesar's hand moved somewhere under someone's body, "Caesar!" Ptolemy XIII almost said these two words through gritted teeth.

Yesterday might have been a nightmare for Ptolemy XIII, but it was an unforgettable experience for Caesar.

Ptolemy XIII was even more beautiful than Caesar had imagined. Hearing the roar of the people below him, seeing the corners of his mouth moistened by himself, and the traces he had left on him, all kinds of things were so beautiful. Make Caesar even more crazy.

Thinking of this, Ptolemy XIII could already feel Caesar's obviously gloomy eyes, and there was a desire/desire in them that made him fear.

If the current body is tossing like this once, Ptolemy XIII will really die.

Ptolemy Thirteen looked coldly, "If you want me to die, I won't resist."

"I just want to ask a question." Ptolemy Thirteen said with difficulty, the smell of blood in his throat getting heavier and heavier.

Caesar's hand stopped, and he looked at Ptolemy XIII, waiting for his next words.

"Caesar, what chance do you have of winning?"

Hearing this, Ptolemy XIII could only feel severe pain in his waist, and Caesar squeezed it tightly with his hands. The strength felt that the flesh on his waist could be torn off.

Ptolemy XIII frowned, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he just kept silent, biting the corner of his mouth tightly, his teeth sinking into the flesh, and the smell of blood spread.

He was betting that Caesar would not let him die.

chapter31

The hand on Ptolemy XIII's waist was loosened, and before Ptolemy XIII could breathe a sigh of relief, someone grabbed his neck tightly.

Caesar stared slightly, looking at Ptolemy XIII who was being lifted higher and higher by him, the strength of his hand gradually increased, and even the veins were stretched, he wanted to see this person's struggle, wanted to watch He struggled like that day.

Ptolemy XIII felt that the air around him was getting thinner.

He met Caesar's eyes, those mocking eyes, and Ptolemy XIII knew what Caesar wanted to see.

I'm so sorry that he's going to disappoint him.

Ptolemy XIII used what little consciousness he had left to control his instincts, and he held his hands tightly without struggling.

Blood energy was tumbling in his brain, his body had reached its limit, and his mind was in chaos.

It turned out that this is how hypoxia feels. Ptolemy's eyes began to slacken, but he still held hands and did not resist. This was a struggle between him and Caesar, and the price was his life.

It felt like the breath of life was being lost bit by bit. Just when Ptolemy thought he had lost the bet, someone suddenly let go.

Ptolemy XIII was thrown heavily onto the bed.

He was so numb from the pain that he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Ptolemy XIII stroked the heart slowly with his hands, until he spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow, and then he panted heavily, as if he wanted to suck all the oxygen in the palace into his body.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII coldly, expressionless, not relieved by his embarrassment, but a little frustrated.

For some reason, Caesar, who has always had good endurance, seems to be easily fluctuated by the person in front of him. It seems that it is precisely because of this awareness that Caesar has such an attitude towards Ptolemy XIII.

What he is afraid of, presumably only he knows in his heart.

Ptolemy leaned his arms against the bed, and it took a lot of effort to get up. At this moment, his waist was in torn pain. If he hadn't seen that there was no blood on Caesar's hands, he would have thought that a piece of flesh had been ripped off by Caesar. .

Slowly leaning against the side of the bed, Ptolemy XIII raised his head, the corner of his mouth still had undried blood.

Although he was embarrassed like this, he didn't seem to give in at all.

His throat was wet with blood, and it wasn't as dry and hoarse as before. If it was before, Ptolemy XIII would have been so frightened that he couldn't react to what happened just now.

Maybe, he will cry cowardly when he is not up to date.

But now Ptolemy XIII didn't feel any fear at all, his mind was very clear, every cell in his body was screaming, he suddenly laughed, this laugh, the laugh was rampant, the laugh made Caesar tear him apart. Rotten the corners of his mouth.

Ptolemy XIII certainly knew what Caesar's bottom line was, but so what?

From the moment Caesar let go, Ptolemy XIII knew he had won.

Caesar came to Ptolemy XIII step by step, and Ptolemy XIII even raised his chin. Since Caesar liked to pinch himself so much, Ptolemy XIII let him pinch him enough.

Caesar didn't do anything, he just looked at Ptolemy XIII coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Those blade-like gazes would make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Ptolemy XIII's face gradually turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.

Seeing Ptolemy XIII like this, Caesar's complexion finally changed a little better. He thought that he was really not afraid of death.

It has to be said that Caesar was acting affectionate, and Ptolemy's performance was really not because of him.

etc.