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The body convulsed suddenly, this situation was the same as the one in the palace after being drunk that day, the heart felt as if it was burned, and the familiar voice echoed in the ears, "You are finally back."

There was some energy in the body screaming, Ptolemy XIII held his hands tightly, he bit the corner of his mouth, sucked a mouthful of blood, and then swallowed it.

The smell of blood spread, and the clamor of the body was slowly suppressed. Looking at Ptolemy XIII, his eyes seemed to be deeper than before.

His mind had never been so clear.

He looked up at Caesar, and at this Caesar whom he had been looking at as a mythical figure, a thread in his heart suddenly broke.Yes, he's back, he's back in Egypt.

He is not a time traveler, he is Ptolemy XIII, and he is the king of Egypt!

Without anger or contest, Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar with calm eyes, his body with intertwined scars formed a strong contrast with his current indifferent expression.

Falling into someone's eyes, there is a glare in the glare.

"The Ptolemaic dynasty is not as weak as the great Rome thought." The voice was much smoother than before, and Ptolemy XIII raised his head and said to Caesar indifferently.

He said this not to anger Caesar, but to state a fact, he believed, and Caesar knew it.

No matter how powerful Caesar is, after all, he is now in Egypt instead of Rome.

And his favorite go-getter Anthony is not by his side, which undoubtedly lacks a lot of help.

Looking at Achiles, he holds all the military power in Egypt, and he has the greatest advantage. He is familiar with Alexandria, and the natural barrier can be used as a weapon for him to attack Caesar.

That's why both Caesar and Ptolemy XIII wanted the map.

As Ptolemy XIII expected, Caesar also restrained his emotions.

Although Caesar was confident, he was not conceited. The series of aggressive actions towards Ptolemy XIII just now were just to vent some emotions.

After the emotional outburst, Caesar quietly listened to Ptolemy XIII's words. As an outstanding military strategist, Caesar certainly knew that the current situation was very unfavorable to him.

Although this disadvantage is caused by the person in front of him.

He will settle this account with him slowly in the future, and now is not the time.

Caesar restrained the killing intent in his eyes, he turned his head to look at Ptolemy XIII, waiting for his next words.

His throat began to tingle again, but Ptolemy XIII could not see the slightest expression of pain.

"Within three days, I will definitely get the map of Alexandria, Caesar, you only have one day to deploy it." Ptolemy XIII said, and there was panting in his tone when he spoke.

The continuous low-grade fever, coupled with Caesar's madness that night, this body has reached a limit.

"What is the price?" Caesar asked directly. At this moment, he put Ptolemy XIII in the position of a trader.

Only by knowing what the price is, can you figure out how much the other party can pay for you.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, "The military power in Egypt is back in my hands." Caesar asked directly, and he answered directly.

Caesar sneered, and the emotions that had just been suppressed began to fluctuate faintly again.

He stretched out his hand to rub the corner of Ptolemy XIII's mouth, and deliberately rubbed it back and forth on his wound. The wound that just happened began to bleed again.

"I've never been someone else's tool." Caesar's Shura-like voice, word by word, landed in his heart.

The corner of Ptolemy XIII's mouth hooked into a smile, and with blood and Caesar's finger, Ptolemy XIII put it into his mouth together.

The warm touch made Caesar's fingers tremble, and this action reminded Caesar of that night.

Ptolemy XIII squinted his eyes. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength and clenched his teeth fiercely. The movement was in an instant, and Caesar didn't even react.

Pain came.

Caesar's eyes became gloomy, but he didn't pull out his fingers.

Ptolemy XIII grinds his teeth finely, sucking/sucking Caesar’s blood greedily. Every time he moves, Caesar hurts a little bit. The feeling of being bitten slowly is more painful than the pain of a sword. human mind.

"Have you had enough?" Caesar said coldly.

Ptolemy XIII sucked/sucked one last time, he let go of Caesar's finger, the tooth marks were so deep that it seemed that the bones of the hand could be seen.

The blood was still gushing, Ptolemy XIII squinted his eyes, licked it with the tip of his tongue, and swallowed it slowly, as if it was delicious.

Ptolemy XIII laughed, "It's not enough, Caesar, you know how much I want to drink your blood." Ptolemy XIII raised his arm, "Your blood is surging here, think about it It's all exciting."

"Madman." Caesar threw out these two words coldly.

"Madman?" Ptolemy XIII repeated, and then laughed even more madly. Caesar was right. Now he is indeed crazy. He wants to destroy himself, and he wants to swallow Caesar. .

Can't suppress the emotions in my heart at all, just let it out.

Ptolemy thirteen wanted to see if it was Shura who lived in his heart.

The laughter stopped slowly, and Ptolemy XIII endured the pain in his body and forced himself to stand up. He returned to his normal expression, as if he wasn't the one who just went crazy.

"Give me the military power, and Egypt will be Rome's eternal backing." Ptolemy XIII said.

"You're threatening me." Caesar narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"No, Caesar, I'm just getting what I deserve."

The palace was extremely quiet, the two looked at each other, and the silence was still filled with the smell of blood.

"Half the military power." After a long stalemate, Caesar said.

Ptolemy XIII also knew that this was Caesar's final bottom line, "deal."

This is the advantage of trading with smart people, because they know when to move forward and when to step back.

"And you." Caesar hadn't finished speaking. When he said this, he looked at Ptolemy XIII motionlessly, with dangerous eyes in his eyes.

"Me?" Ptolemy XIII repeated without the slightest surprise.

"I didn't expect, Caesar, you think the same as I do." Ptolemy Thirteen smiled, he wrapped his whole body around Caesar's body, and put his lips in Caesar's ear, "Caesar, I want you too."

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Ptolemy XIII outlined the shape of Caesar's ear with the tip of his tongue, and put the earlobe in his mouth.

He grinds slowly, "Caesar, I want you." The bewitching voice echoed in Caesar's ears over and over again.

Caesar's eyes darkened for a moment, and he lifted Ptolemy XIII with his hands. Ptolemy XIII put his arms around Caesar's neck, and hooked his legs around his waist.

Turning his head, Caesar blocked the man's lips that were making trouble in his ears with his lips.

Unlike the gnawing that night, Caesar kissed very gently this time.

Walking while kissing, his body seemed to be drained dry. Ptolemy XIII felt that his blood was being drained by Caesar little by little. Just as he wanted to suck Caesar’s blood dry, Caesar also wanted to drain Ptolemy XIII. Swallowing, at this moment, can no longer tell whether it is a contest or a natural attraction.

His back was pressed against the cold wall, and the pain came, which made Ptolemy XIII tremble unconsciously.

He straightened his body forward, and there was no gap between him and Caesar.

A passive kiss becomes active.

The hand holding Ptolemy XIII was slowly clenched, and the elastic touch made Caesar's breathing become low.

Ptolemy XIII's legs moved down slowly, he lifted Caesar's hem, and the elastic texture stuck to the instep, he just rubbed his feet a few times before being strangled.

"You want to die." The warm breath sprayed on Ptolemy XIII's face, and Caesar's lips left Ptolemy XIII's lips. The corners of his mouth were bloodshot. three's.

Caesar can still recall the bone-biting and addictive taste. Every move of Ptolemy XIII at this moment is challenging his nerves.

If the value of Ptolemy XIII is thrown away at this moment, Caesar will kill Ptolemy XIII without any scruples.

But now he can't, he still wants to keep Basil XIII's life, so he can only forcibly hold back his desire, so Caesar is particularly annoyed by Ptolemy XIII's initiative at this time.

Ptolemy XIII narrowed his eyes slightly, and licked the corner of his mouth, as if he was thinking about something, "I don't want to die, Caesar, I only want you."

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII, his heart was turbulent at first, but there was no big change on his face, and the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a strange arc.

Caesar let go of Ptolemy XIII, grabbed him with his hands, and carried him directly on his shoulders.

But he didn't go in the direction of the bed.

Caesar came to the side of the pool step by step, and with a light push, the water splashed everywhere.

This pool of water seems to have an unusual relationship with Ptolemy XIII, and the number of times it fell into the water cannot be counted.

Ptolemy XIII came out of the water very calmly. He was still suffering from a low fever. What he felt was not the icy coldness of the pool water, but the biting cold.

He raised his head, still smiling, "Caesar, do you want to take a bath together?"

Caesareng looked at Ptolemy XIII in the pool. He didn't know if it was because of a low-grade fever. His face was slightly red. The pool water slid across his face, and his long eyelashes were even trembling slightly.

Just watching, Caesar's most primitive impulse began to shout, this feeling of being led by the nose made him very uncomfortable, quite uncomfortable.

Caesar is Caesar after all, no matter how he is fluctuating in his heart, you can't feel his emotions at all.

"Do you think I dare not kill you?" Caesar said word by word, every word carried the intent to kill.

Ptolemy XIII laughed, first lightly, then loudly. He stood up, his clothes were already soaked in the pool water, and he wrapped them tightly around his body. The sticky feeling made Ptolemy XIII very uncomfortable. .

Since it is uncomfortable, take it off. Ptolemy XIII generously took off his shirt in front of Caesar. The bruised and purple skin made Caesar's body stiff, and then he took a heavy breath.

The corners of Ptolemy Thirteen's lips curled into a smile. He walked towards Caesar step by step. Although he looked relaxed, every step he took would hurt the wound below him. Keep it in mind.

For Caesar, it was a few steps, but for Ptolemy XIII, it seemed like a distance across a mountain. Because his body was wet by the pool water, outsiders couldn't see it at all. Ptolemy XIII was already out of pain. In a cold sweat.

He took a breath in his heart, the discomfort seemed to be burning, and it was like biting ice, but Ptolemy XIII still had a smile on his face.

He came in front of Caesar, tipped his toes, stopped Caesar with his arms, pulled him in front of him, and pressed his lips tightly against Caesar's lips, and he could touch them, "Where can I die? If it's a bed, I'd be very willing." When he said this, Ptolemy Thirteen's eyes were full of temptation/temptation.

Ptolemy XIII obviously felt that Caesar was breathing harder, but he didn't make any further moves.

Ptolemy XIII admired such restraint. If it was another man, Ptolemy XIII would have already been thrown to the ground.

But looking at it from another angle, a man who can suppress even desire is terrifying.

Without waiting for Caesar's response, Ptolemy XIII took a sip from the corner of Caesar's mouth, and then walked towards the bed with a smile. It was not like the crazy laugh just now. Listening to people's hearts makes people feel itchy.

But falling into Caesar's ears was a provocation. Ptolemy XIII concluded that Caesar would suppress his desire. After all, with Ptolemy XIII's physical condition, if he really came here once, he would really die on the bed. .

Ptolemy was lying on the bed with thirteen characters, looking like he was being picked.

He looked at the gorgeous ceiling, stretched out his hand, and wrote Caesar's name stroke by stroke in mid-air. When writing the last letter, Caesar's face appeared in front of his eyes.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar lazily, and he even moved to the side of the bed, which meant, Caesar, I am waiting for you.

Sure enough, what he waited for was the expected murderous and fiery eyes.

"Within three days, I want to get the map of Alexander." Caesar said very calmly, his voice was not in a hurry because of the beautiful scenery in front of him.

"Caesar, don't you believe me?" Ptolemy Thirteen raised his leg and pinched Caesar's clothes with his toes, with a teasing tone in his tone.

Caesar's eyes were cold. If I remember correctly, this is the second time he has spoken to himself in such a tone today.

He grabbed Ptolemy XIII's ankle with his hands, and suddenly bent down, causing Ptolemy XIII's body to bend. The pain was like tearing, and Ptolemy XIII subconsciously bit the corner of his mouth. .

A sneer emerged from the corner of Caesar's mouth. This smile was like a bloodthirsty Shura, which made people feel chills.

"There is only one chance." Caesar pressed down again, and seeing that the corner of Ptolemy Thirteen's mouth was bloodshot again, Caesar kissed it forcefully, "My dear King Ptolemy, you must grasp it carefully."

Caesar got up, without any emotion in his eyes, he glanced at Ptolemy XIII who was pale from pain on the bed, sneered, then turned and left.

Seeing the figure of Caesar going away, Ptolemy XIII slowly lowered his leg, and every time he moved, it was painful.

At this moment, he felt his heart start to twitch violently, as if something was going to rush out, Ptolemy XIII was locked into a ball in pain, he clenched his hands tightly, and his nails were embedded in the flesh.

This time the pain lasted longer than before. I don’t know how long it took before the feeling slowly dissipated. Looking at Ptolemy XIII at this time, his whole body seemed to be soaked in water. His hands and feet Slowly stretched out, followed by a violent cough, and then spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes and panted loudly. All the pictures of his life in modern times passed before his eyes. From childhood to adulthood, they have never been clearer. He even remembered that he was naughty when he was a child. That dreadful feeling of falling.

Of course, most of the memory is his aggrieved life.

The voice of the teacher reprimanding, the voice of parents blaming, and the voice of colleagues mocking.

And the moment he knocked open the door, he saw the scene where his boyfriend was having fun with someone else, whether it was good or bad, it felt like life was going through it all over again.

It's just that there are other pictures mixed in this memory, that place seems to be an Egyptian palace, but it doesn't seem to be, he has seen all kinds of people walking by, but those people seem to not see him.

In a daze, he still saw the exact same face as his present, and then he stretched out his hand towards him.

At this moment, the scene turned back to modern times, and he saw his unlucky self, or rather, Bruce secretly wiping tears in the room, with that cowardly look, it seemed like he wanted to kick his feet twice, so Thinking about it, I did it, but when the foot just kicked over, it seemed to be caught by something.

He returned to Egypt again, this time was different from the last time, in front of him was no longer a palace, but an endless desert, surrounded by roaring sounds, corpses were all under his feet, and blood flowed like a river. Scenes.

And he saw himself now again, to be more precise, Ptolemy XIII, squatting on the ground trembling, his eyes were red, it seemed that there were no tears from crying.

This cowardly look seemed a little familiar. Just as he was about to walk over, he heard a scream. He looked at himself helplessly, or Ptolemy XIII was pierced through the heart by the cold sword. He fell to the ground and tried to block his heart with his hands, but it was of no avail. He struggled for a while, without even closing his eyes, and died like this.

Shivering all over his body, Ptolemy XIII roared, and the voice was recalled in Nuo Da's palace. He opened his eyes and looked around, his eyes a little dull.

Who is he?

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The headache is splitting, all the memories in the brain are mixed together, it seems to be his own but not his own.

Ptolemy XIII held his head tightly with his hands, the strength seemed to crush his skull.

The severe pain made all the veins in his body tense.

"If you want me to die now, you can continue." Ptolemy XIII roared in his heart, he could feel that there seemed to be something else in his body.

The pain didn't diminish, and the threat was ineffective.

Ptolemy XIII's eyes darkened for a moment, and he sat up with all the strength in his body, but before he could stand up, the piercing pain hit, and Ptolemy XIII fell headfirst on the cold ground. on the marble floor.

He leaned his elbows against the marble floor, and moved step by step. When he reached the edge of the pool, his bruised arm was already worn out and bleeding.

Exhausted with the last ounce of strength, Ptolemy XIII fell into the pool at once. He didn't even hold his breath. Yes, he was going to die.

A large amount of water poured into his chest, the feeling of suffocation and the tingling in his heart confronted, and now Ptolemy XIII could no longer tell which feeling belonged to him.

Bloodshots slowly flowed out of the pool, watching the halo of blood dissipate in front of his eyes, Ptolemy XIII slowly lost consciousness.

There was a lot of noise around him, and there was the cry of Bosnos in his ears. Ptolemy XIII frowned, his temples throbbed, and he couldn't move because of the pain all over his body.

After finally opening his eyes, in front of him was Portinos' enlarged fat face, which was covered with tears and snot.

"I'm still alive." Ptolemy XIII glanced at Portinos, and closed his eyes again, probably because they had been immersed in the water for too long, and the eyes began to ache.

Thinking of his current state, Ptolemy XIII was a little ridiculous. A few days ago, he was still a pampered and lively Egyptian pharaoh, but now he has turned into this riddled appearance.

I'm afraid that there is nothing intact on this body.

Portinos froze for a moment before he realized that his dear Pharaoh just woke up and talked to him.

Overwhelming joy welled up in his heart. At this time, Bordinos was so excited that he wanted to hug Ptolemy XIII. Of course, he was just thinking about it.

God knows how flustered he was when he saw Ptolemy XIII who was submerged in the water and had no breath at all.

If the king he served died, there would be no point in his existence as a court minister.

If you want to ask why Bordinos appeared here, in fact, he himself doesn't know what's going on. He who was guarding outside the palace seems to have been bewitched by something. There is only one thought in his mind, and that is to enter the palace to see Ptolemy XIII, even if he disobeyed his orders, he would not hesitate.

It was because of Bordinos' erratic behavior that Ptolemy XIII saved his life.

Looking at the pale face of Ptolemy XIII in front of him and the wounds all over his body, Portinos felt distressed, "I, my lord, Ptolemy, King Thirteen." Every time he said a word, Just paused, there was a strong crying sound in his voice.

"Stand back." Ptolemy XIII said with his eyes closed.

Now he doesn't have any strength, he just wants to sleep well, the overwhelming pain is intertwined with drowsiness.

"I don't see anyone except Neferi." Drowsy, Ptolemy XIII said these last words, and then fell asleep.

Portinos watched Ptolemy XIII with his eyes closed, still worried, but he had to obey the king's order. Finally, Portinos retreated slowly with his servants and imperial doctor, and stood outside the door. waiting.

This sleep seemed to be a very long one. When Ptolemy XIII woke up, the palace lanterns had already been hung up in the palace.

"Hiss." As soon as he wanted to get up, Ptolemy XIII frowned, not knowing which wound on his body was pulled.

Ptolemy XIII didn't move, he lay flat, heaved a long sigh, filtering the events of the past few days in his mind, really wanting to dream.

At this moment, the tingling feeling in his heart has disappeared, and his heart is beating up and down, indicating that he is still alive.

I thought it was a joke made by God, allowing him to travel from modern times to this era, but after going through the past few days, Ptolemy XIII felt that it was not that simple. What secrets were hidden in him, and who was he?

Questions linger in my mind, but I can't find a way to start.

His heart seemed to be restless again, and Ptolemy XIII let out a long breath, trying to calm his restless emotions as much as possible.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he simply didn't think about it.

With this skill, he might as well plan what to do next.

Generally speaking, the current situation is very unfavorable to Ptolemy XIII. He originally thought that he could hug Caesar's golden thigh, but in the face of beauty and power, Caesar would not look at the former at all.

Legend has it that in history, Cleopatra took the position of Cleopatra precisely because she conquered Caesar.

However, that is just a legend. Only they know what really happened in history after thousands of years.

Checking and balancing power with power is the eternal balancing act.

The sound of footsteps came slowly, especially in this silent palace.

It's already midnight, and I don't know who the visitor is.

"My dear king, what's the matter?" Xiangruan pressed directly on Ptolemy Thirteen's body, which made Ptolemy Thirteen's body stiff in pain, and turning his head, he met that A familiar face, Neferi.

With a smile in her eyes, Neferi deliberately rubbed her breasts against Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Neferi helplessly, "Why are you here?"

"My dear king, I miss you." Neferi pressed half of her body on Ptolemy XIII, "Don't you miss me?"

Ptolemy Thirteen's stiff body slowly relaxed, and he responded in a low voice, "I'm afraid I miss you now, and I can't love you properly." He deliberately emphasized the word love.

Neferi giggled, she got up, and looked down at Ptolemy XIII's bruised and purple body, which made her jealous at the same time.

The current Ptolemy XIII, not only does not have the slightest embarrassment, but gives people a particularly attractive visual impact. Even if Neferi is a woman, she is deeply attracted to him.

The so-called feeling of abstinence should be the feeling now, but the price is really high.

"How about the taste of Julius Caesar, my dear king." Neferi asked half-jokingly.

As soon as these words came out, Ptolemy Thirteen's eyes widened instantly, and he sat up abruptly, regardless of the pain in his body, "What did you say?" He looked serious.

Compared to Ptolemy XIII's astonishment, Neferi still had that teasing look, and she leaned towards Ptolemy XIII again, "My dear king, do I need to repeat that?"

Now that masculinity is prevalent, Neferi does not feel uncomfortable about the matter between Ptolemy XIII and Caesar, but feels normal.

It's just that Caesar's taste is really strong, and he actually tossed their king like this.

Ptolemy XIII certainly heard what Neferi said just now, "How do you know that?"

Neferi smiled, "With Portinos here, I don't know anything."

What Neferi said was half true and false. Portinos was a bit exaggerated, but he still knew what he could say and what he couldn't say.

If you want to ask how Nefeli guessed the unusual relationship between Ptolemy XIII and Caesar, you can only say that she is really a smart woman.

Achilles wanted to inquire about the situation of Ptolemy XIII in the past few days, but Caesar's defense was too tight. From this point, it can be seen that Ptolemy XIII and Caesar are already in an alliance.

In addition to the previous deal between Ptolemy XIII and himself, he wanted the map of Alexandria, which was undoubtedly the condition he exchanged with Caesar.

As for the deal between him and Caesar other than rights, how did she know about it? It had something to do with Portinos.

You know, today he alarmed all the imperial doctors in order to rescue Ptolemy XIII.

Of course, among these imperial physicians were people from Achilles.

How could he be injured so badly by falling into the water?

It has to be said that men have the same bad tastes. After the imperial doctor described it this way, Achilles knew what happened. He knew it. As Achilles' favorite woman at present, he would certainly know it too.

The imperial doctor described it in detail, and when Achilles listened, unusual flames ignited in his eyes.

Of course Neferi knew what this look meant. Fortunately, these days are the days that every woman has, and Neferi has escaped a catastrophe.

Neferi thoughtfully found several male slaves for Achilles, and all of them were male slaves of Greek descent. Each of them had fair skin, which was exactly what Achilles wanted.

Looking at the time, it is estimated that by this time, he should still be "fighting."

Neferi only said such a sentence, and Ptolemy XIII realized what was going on. After waking up, his eyes were not as evil and cold as before, but his mind was sober. If it is said that he has only occasionally The IQ is online, but the rhythm of the whole process is online.

Portinos, the faithful servant he did not know what to do with.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed his temples with some annoyance. The situation was already like this, and it seemed that he could only speed up his plan.

He has no time now, and Achiles, who has confirmed that he has already formed an alliance with Caesar, probably will not take long to rebel.

"Have you got the map?" Ptolemy XIII asked Neferi.

Nephiri's complexion changed, which is why she came to Ptolemy XIII tonight.

She took out a parchment scroll from her body and slowly unfolded it in front of Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy's gaze moved with the scroll, but when it was fully unfolded, there was no joy on his face, and his expression became more dignified. He looked up at Neferi, his eyes were a little frightening

Neferi met his gaze and shook her head, "I did my best."

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Ptolemy XIII narrowed his eyes and stared at the map in front of him. He stood up abruptly, ignoring the pain in his body.

Pointing to the map in front of him with his fingertips, knocking on it again and again, only the sound of the breathing of the two people can be heard in the quiet hall.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Neferi who was standing beside him, "You haven't completed our deal." His voice was steady, but when it fell into Neferi's ears, her heart felt chills.

Neferi took a step back subconsciously, but was pulled in front of her by Ptolemy Thirteen.

The map landed, and the sound of the scroll hitting the marble floor was particularly ear-piercing.

There was a sticky feeling on her wrist, and Neferi glanced at it. Ptolemy XIII was clasping her hand tightly. The same fair skin was rendered red in the middle, and winding blood streaked down her wrist, drop by drop. dripping, falling on her instep, like a blooming plum blossom.

This blood is not hers.

The chilling feeling made Neferi shrink her pupils. Looking at Ptolemy XIII in front of her, she felt that death was so close to her for the first time.

"I..." She opened her mouth to explain, but met Ptolemy XIII's eyes, and swallowed the words again.

Dealing with the devil, all the consequences must be borne by oneself.

Although Neferi is a woman, she thinks that she has no less backbone than any man. "I failed, and I will bear the price myself."

After the panic, she became calm, and Neferi said without fear when she met Ptolemy XIII's eyes.

"There are some things that you can't afford if you want to." Ptolemy XIII let go of Neferi's wrist, and he bent down to pick up the map on the ground.

The whole picture of the majestic Alexandria Harbor was presented before his eyes, even the reefs were marked out in detail, but it was a pity that the sea area around the main hall was blank.

"I won't let you die." Ptolemy XIII slowly rolled up the scroll, the blood was still flowing, and the map was stained with blood stars.

Hearing this, Neferi froze for a moment.

Ptolemy XIII suddenly had a strange smile on his face. He came to Neferi and outlined her face with his fingertips. The tender white face, coupled with the red bloodshot, made people's throat Can't help but dry up.

The blood moistened Neferi's lips, and the smell of blood spread into his mouth.

"The simplest world in this world is not death, but life." Ptolemy XIII said word by word.

He took a step forward, nibbling Nefiri's lips carefully, as if it wasn't enough, he clasped Nefiri's head with his hands, deepening the kiss.

But Neferi stood there blankly, as if she had lost her soul, without any response.

Until Ptolemy XIII threw her to the ground, Neferi was awakened by the coldness behind her. After a moment of trance, she slowly put her arms around Ptolemy XIII's waist and closed her eyes. It was strange that she Don't want to resist, even willingly.

But Ptolemy XIII stopped, "What does it feel like?" He put his hands on the marble floor and looked at Neferi under him.

Neferi's eyes were a little blurred, "I want to continue." She said the most sincere thoughts in her heart.

Ptolemy Thirteen smiled. He stretched his arms, turned sideways, and sat next to Neferi. "If it's Achiles, what do you think?"

Neferi's eyes changed, "Kill him."

"The reason." Ptolemy XIII continued to ask.

Neferi also sat up, and resumed her usual glamorous look, and she took the initiative to stick to Ptolemy XIII, "Because of this fascinating appearance."

Ptolemy Thirteen laughed loudly, "Then this face can make you work hard?"

"No." Nefiri replied without thinking, but as soon as the words fell, Nefiri sat on Ptolemy XIII and pressed his forehead against his forehead.

Their eyes met, "But I can work hard for you." Neferi said word by word.

This time, she wanted to take a real gamble. As Ptolemy XIII said, death is the easiest thing. She can live like a walking dead, so how can she be afraid of death.

Neferi bit her finger, just like what Ptolemy XIII did to her just now, she used her finger to draw bloodstains on his face, matching Ptolemy XIII's face, coquettish It's suffocating.

Finally, her fingers rested on his lips, and Neferi pinched her fingertips forcefully, more blood gushed out, moistening Ptolemy XIII's lips.

Neferi handed her red lips, licking the blood on Ptolemy's lips.

Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, allowing Neferi to move.

"The great god of vengeance, Horus, I, Neferi, today entered into a blood pact with the thirteenth king of Ptolemy, offering my soul and eternal loyalty."

Neferi stood up, knelt down and kissed the instep of Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy XIII lifted Neferi's chin, and touched Neferi's brow with bloody fingertips.

The bloodstains on the faces of the two, if you look carefully, they are all the same pattern, except that there is a little more on Neferi's eyebrows.

"I, Ptolemy XIII, the son of Amon, accept Neferi's loyalty and soul, and live forever, immortal." Ptolemy XIII whispered.

The blood contract is reached.

Ptolemy XIII lifted Neferi up from the ground.

From this moment on, his and her fates were tightly tied together.

"Where is the missing map?" Ptolemy XIII asked, with a slight gasp in his voice, and he closed his eyes.

It took him a lot of energy to go through everything just now, but now is not the time to collapse.

Neferi shook her head, "I have searched everywhere, but there is no result."

The most important part of the map, Achilles hid it very carefully.

Neferi really searched all the corners, all the hidden compartments, she searched carefully several times, but there was no clue at all.

"Where have you been looking?" Ptolemy XIII asked, his expression was calm, without the slightest panic, his eyes were still closed, the more calm he became at this time.

Nefeli put all the places she had found one by one with Ptolemy