Cleopatra's younger brother

"Rome's rights." Octavian said.

Ptolemy XIII paused at his fingertips and smiled, "What a pity, I want you all of a sudden."

"You." Octavian's eyes widened.

Ptolemy XIII laughed loudly. He stood up and looked down at Octavian, who was blushing. "I will give you the military strength and wealth, and I will leave the rest to you."

To be the final winner of Rome, Ptolemy XIII believes that Octavian has the strength to win it all.

But before Ptolemy XIII stepped out of Octavian, news came from outside that the Senate had compromised, and Caesar would become the leader of Rome.

Ptolemy XIII squinted his eyes, he almost forgot that this person is Vilchiai, as long as it is something he wants to do, there is nothing he cannot achieve.

Due to the coronation ceremony, the whole palace was busy.

Caesar in the palace, looking at the coronation costumes, finally arrived at this moment.

Ten lives, he spent ten lives, and finally he was able to free that person from the mud of the curse. After reincarnating again, he would no longer remember that there was such a person as Vilchiai.

But Caesar didn't care, he had occupied him for ten lives, and he was already satisfied.

Caesar picked up the fancy dress, his eyes were deep and deep.

"Congratulations, dear Caesar." A familiar voice came over.

Caesar turned his head with surprise in his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Caesar said in a low voice. The current Ptolemy XIII should be locked in the secret room instead of appearing here.

"The secret passage was designed by me, so I naturally know how to get out." Ptolemy XIII looked into Caesar's eyes and said to him with a smile.

Hearing this, Caesar stared slightly, and looked carefully, his body seemed to shake just now.

"I remember everything, I remember the memories of every life." Ptolemy XIII continued.

He looked at Caesar with dark eyes.

"Ayi, do you want to seal my soul repeatedly?"

Caesar said nothing.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, and he walked slowly in front of Caesar, raising his hand to outline the outline of his face.

He tiptoed, Caesar just looked at him like that, didn't wait for the expected question, but hit him hard.

As if using all his strength, Ptolemy XIII punched Caesar.

The strength was so great that it directly knocked Caesar to the ground.

"Caesar, you bastard." Ptolemy XIII's voice was trembling.

Caesar wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, instead of being angry, he was "sneering", "You know about this?"

He is still working hard to play the role of a heartless man, but the more he does this, the more distressed Ptolemy Thirteen is.

Ptolemy XIII pressed on Caesar's body. He lowered his head and bit Caesar's neck fiercely. The bloody smell spread, and Ptolemy XIII's hands were shaking.

Caesar did not move, allowing Ptolemy XIII to move.

"Resist, why don't you resist, don't you want me to hate you?" Ptolemy Thirteen said word by word with red eyes, if he didn't recover his memory, he wouldn't remember everything this person did for him.

He will be in reincarnation, and that world does not have him.

Thinking of this, Ptolemy XIII felt a pain in his heart, "Answer, you answer me."

Caesar turned his head away, he must not soften his heart at this time.

Ptolemy XIII turned Caesar's face and forced him to look at him, "So what if you don't live to be twenty, you will always find me in every lifetime, ten 20 years is 200 years!"

Caesar's expression suddenly changed, "What are you talking about?" He forced himself to calm down.

"I know, I know everything." Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar and said, "Ayi, do you think this is good for me?"

Ptolemy Thirteen had a wry smile on his face, "Without you, what's the point of my own life."

"Amon." The softness in his heart was severely touched, and Caesar grabbed the ground with his hands, no, at the critical moment, in the last life, he must not shake the deep-sea mermaid (GL).

He suppressed Tutankhamun IX so that his soul could not meet him, because he was afraid of being shaken by his feelings.

At the age of 20, his life was taken away at the beginning of a beautiful life. Even though Tutankhamun felt it didn't matter, Vilchiai felt pain in his heart.

The person he puts on top of his heart should not be tortured like this.

Even after so many years, Caesar has never forgotten Tutankhamun's eyes before his death, the eyes with love but also hatred and unwillingness.

Caesar got up, and he pinned Ptolemy XIII to the ground with his backhand, "Tomorrow I will become the tyrant, whether you like it or not, you won't remember me after reincarnation."

When he said this, Caesar's heart was trembling violently, and he felt the stench of blood filling his throat.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar calmly, "Ai, do you know that there is a secret technique in Egypt that can destroy souls?"

Caesar's hand paused.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, "Ai, you live and you die, you die and you die. If you don't have reincarnation, my soul will also be shattered. Without Vilchi Ay, there would be no Tutankhamun."

Caesar's eyes widened, bloodshot eyes.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, "If you don't believe me, you can try."

"Amon." Caesar seemed to let go of all the strength in his body. He got down from under Ptolemy XIII, put his hands on the ground, and sat beside him.

He knew that Ptolemy XIII was not joking.

Just because of the words of Ptolemy XIII, the plan of Vilchiai IX became a bubble.

"I've lived long enough, you're just getting started." Caesar said in a low voice.

In order to nourish the king's soul, every life, he watched Tutankhamun die in his arms, even though his heart was ashamed, Vilchiai did not die, he lived alone.

But, sometimes, living is harder than dying.

Especially when one person guards this long period of time, in each life, Vilchiai has the memory of the previous life.

In every life, he lived for those 20 years.

"Without you, it's over." Ptolemy XIII sat up, and he came to Caesar, "But, we will have many 20 years, and I will recognize you."

"I'm afraid I'll miss your reincarnation." Caesar gently touched Ptolemy XIII's face with his hands, the tenderness he had never experienced before, and the tenderness Vilchiai had for Tutankhamunt.

Ptolemy XIII bit his own wrist, sucked his own blood, and kissed Caesar.

This blood is sweet.

"We will find each other." Ptolemy XIII rubbed Caesar's lips.

"Vilchiai, you have tortured me for nine lifetimes, how should you compensate me?"

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII, "Thousands of reincarnations, I love you."

At this time, Vilchiai was completely relieved. He knew that Tutankhamun would do what he said. If he died, he would not survive [Three Kingdoms] to rule the world.

What he said is right, each life is 20 years, but they have thousands of lives, what a precious time, why should he torture him instead of loving him.

Caesar gently hugged Ptolemy XIII. Ptolemy XIII smiled and looked at the coronation dress, "I want to do it on it."

Ptolemy Thirteen's thoughts, how could Caesar not see through, "I will do what I promised you, and I have missed too much. In this life, I don't want to waste any time with you." time."

Ptolemy XIII stopped Caesar's neck, and then gently printed his own kiss.

This night, with intermittent groans/groans, the two of them were devoted to each other without emotion.

When Caesar woke up, he found that there was darkness in front of him. Just as he was about to raise his hand, he heard the sound of iron chains. Caesar frowned slightly. At this moment, the lamp was suddenly turned on.

Before him appeared the face of Ptolemy XIII.

"Amon, what are you doing?" Caesar shouted while struggling.

"As you can see, I will not let you go until Octavian succeeds to the throne." Ptolemy XIII said.

"you……"

"Don't be angry." Ptolemy XIII put his fingertips on Caesar's lips, "Ai, do you want to be crowned today, and then lift my curse, killing me, so that I have no chance to destroy my soul? Is it?"

Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed his lips back and forth, "I guess right." He used a positive tone.

"How do you know?" Caesar suddenly gave away his hands fighting for the shackles. He thought that he concealed it well last night.

"Because I am Tutankhamun and you are Vilchiai."

Ptolemy XIII sighed, "You always make your own decisions, but you don't ask me if I want to."

Before Caesar could speak, Ptolemy XIII sealed his lips with his fingers.

"It's my turn to make the decision this time."

Ptolemy XIII turned around and smiled, "Caesar, in this life, I will not let you be king."

The king soul of the tenth life cannot be blocked for one life, as long as it is broken for one life, the curse cannot be undone.

Ptolemy XIII took out his knife, "Ai, don't forget that you must find me first in the next life."

He closed his eyes, the knife fell hard, and blood sprayed out.

Ptolemy XIII let go of his hand, and the knife fell to the ground. He looked at the people who were losing their breath bit by bit, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

"Ayi, I'll go find you." Ptolemy XIII picked up the knife on the ground and stabbed himself.

He fell into Caesar's arms, feeling the passing of life bit by bit, and finally closed his eyes.

History developed according to his established estimates, Octavian became the leader of Rome, and Antony fell in love with Cleopatra, and he returned to Egypt with her. The hero said he was sick.

Everyone seems to have forgotten that there are still Caesar and Ptolemy XIII in this world.

"Caesar."

"Doctor, the patient is awake."

Ptolemy XIII looked at everything around him, the hospital bed, the drip, he sat up suddenly, pulled the needle eye in his hand, and the blood came out instantly.

The nurse hurried forward and held down his hand. The patient has been in the hospital for three months and has been in a coma. Even the attending physician has judged him brain dead. Unexpectedly, he is alive!

Ptolemy XIII, Bruce to be exact, he rubbed his head, feeling gloomy, he remembered drowning, and...

He frowned, completely unable to recall the life that happened behind him, as if he had a dream.

But when he saw the hospital bill, Bruce really wondered if he was awake.

With the addition of insurance, plus all his savings and real estate, he can really go to the street and be a homeless man now.

I haven't been to the company for so long, I don't know, do they still want to be themselves?

Bruce had a mournful face, how could he be so unlucky.

But in order to survive, you have to be thick-skinned. If the company dares to fire you, you have to pay liquidated damages no matter what!

Bruce shamelessly came to the front desk of the company. He was originally a small person, and everyone had long forgotten that there was such a person.

"I want to see the president," Bruce said.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you don't have an appointment."

"I want to see the president." Bruce repeated with a rare cheekiness.

"Not without an appointment."

But Bruce kept repeating this sentence as if he couldn't understand human speech.

The people at the front desk really had no choice but to call the president's office, but unexpectedly, the president wanted to see him.

This result also surprised Ptolemy XIII. In fact, he really didn't have much hope.

The president's office, he has been in the company for many years, but he has never entered it.

Bruce didn't know where to put his nervous hands and feet. He knocked on the door lightly, and the inside said to enter, so he opened the door tremblingly, and entered half of his body.

Eyes met, Bruce froze there.

A lot of memories flooded into his mind, "Ai." He called out the name unconsciously.

The man strode forward and took Bruce into his arms, and the kiss was printed like this, "Amon, I found you."

This year, Bruce was 29 years old, and he was still alive. As for the curse, perhaps only love is the best antidote to completely break him.

What I promise you is not only 20 years, but life after life.