sinovels Chapter 43 Chapter 43
Chapter 43 Chapter 43
"My king, what are you?" Neferi had no idea what Ptolemy XIII was doing.
Although she didn't answer directly, the way Neferi looked at Ptolemy XIII already showed what she was thinking, and she was indeed sick.
"Actually, I don't remember who you are anymore, but I know you in my consciousness." Ptolemy XIII said his feelings, and he didn't know if Neferi could understand what he meant.
Hearing Ptolemy XIII's words, Neferi's expression suddenly became serious.
She looked him up and down, and then suddenly bit her finger.
Neferi squeezed hard, a drop of blood flowed out, and then she reached out and tapped Ptolemy XIII's eyebrows.
Blood trickled down his face.
Now Nefiri's brows became tighter, "Who are you?" She asked.
The person in front of her was not Ptolemy XIII who had signed a contract with her.
The current Neferi can be said to be a successful priest. The Egyptian priests are not just talking, they really lead to the gods.
Of course not everyone will become a real priest, but this Neferi has an unexpected talent.
Just as she could sign a blood contract with Ptolemy XIII just by looking at ancient books.
The blood contract is really an intertwined bondage of fate. Two people who form a blood contract will never drip the blood of one on the face of the other.
So Neferi concluded that the person in front of her was not her master.
"I don't know who I am anymore." Hearing Neferi's question, Ptolemy XIII replied without hesitation.
"I'm not Ptolemy XIII, but I'm Ptolemy XIII, but I'm not Ptolemy XIII." He blinked and looked at Neferi.
"Well, do you know what I mean?" Ptolemy XIII himself felt a little dizzy.
"Your soul is sealed." After a long time, Neferi said.
The same person, but she felt a different breath.
"The soul is sealed, whose soul is it?!" Ptolemy XIII was a little stunned, what exactly did this mean.
"The one sealed must not be my own soul." Ptolemy XIII said with certainty.
He himself came through time travel, if there is someone else's soul in his body, it must be the original owner, Ptolemy XIII.
Neferi opened the scarred wound again, then took something from her arms, touched it lightly with her hand, mixed with blood, she drew a strange pattern on the arm of Ptolemy XIII .
A burst of heart-burning pain came over, and Ptolemy Thirteen subconsciously wanted to erase the pattern on his arm.
But this pattern can't be erased.
Until the pain on his body disappeared, so did the pattern on his arm.
Neferi's expression was heavy, it was the first time she encountered such a legendary situation.
Ptolemy Thirteen's face turned pale from the pain. He stared at his arm, which didn't have any scars. What happened to the burning feeling just now?
"Nefeli, am I bewitched?" Ptolemy laughed bitterly, he felt that there must be a demon living in his own body.
Neferi looked up at Ptolemy XIII with complicated eyes.
"The soul in your body is the real you." She said such a sentence.
"The real me?" Ptolemy Thirteen repeated in doubt, he shook his head, "Impossible, I am the real me."
"You felt the pain just now. If it wasn't for your own soul, you wouldn't feel the pain." Neferi said.
Ptolemy XIII widened his eyes and looked at Neferi in disbelief, "You mean that I am not really mine anymore?"
He sat on the ground all of a sudden, somewhat unable to accept this statement.
It's like you've been living for so many years, and suddenly someone tells you that you don't actually exist, you're just someone else's dream.
Nefiri shook her head, then nodded again, "You are still you, but not the whole you." She knew the exact words.
The current Ptolemy XIII is the weakest part of his soul.
A person has multiple personalities, and these personalities are integrated into their souls.
Just like a person has different personalities, there is a fierce side, a forbearing side, and a cowardly side.
If any aspect accounts for more, then this person will show which state.
Neferi tried it just now. At this time, most of Ptolemy XIII's soul is in that kind of cowardly state. Timid and cowardly should be synonymous with him.
However, the evil spirit and domineering spirit of Ptolemy XIII that Neferi had seen before was not seen at all.
Ptolemy XIII felt a little confused, and the voice kept echoing in his ears, "Let me out, let me out."
He blocked his ears severely with his hands, and then curled up into a ball, which seemed to be quite painful.
After an unknown amount of time, Ptolemy XIII slowly stretched out his body.
His eyes became sharper than before, "Nefeli, quickly undo my seal."
After saying this, Ptolemy XIII began to squeeze his head out tightly with his hands. His expression was painful for a while, and tough for a while.
"Quick, quick." He gritted his teeth and said, his voice seemed to be trembling.
The pain all over his body made him drenched in sweat, and veins burst out on his fair skin.
"My king." Neferi hesitated.
"Quick!" Ptolemy XIII said the last sentence loudly, the pain on his body has reached the maximum, breaking through the seal is really a very painful thing.
Neferi calmed down, she bit her finger, and the tip of her finger was covered with Usha. She drew a few spells on Ptolemy XIII, and Ptolemy XIII suddenly became quiet.
The trembling in his body gradually weakened.
Ptolemy XIII stood up. He looked at Neferi with a smile on his lips, "Thank you, Neferi."
The aura of the whole body has changed, the same appearance, but he is no longer alone.
"My king." Neferi knelt down and performed the highest courtesy to Ptolemy XIII.
Ptolemy XIII helped Neferi up, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a little panic in his heart.
"My soul is still unstable." Ptolemy XIII said, he gently supported Neferi, speaking in an affirmative tone.
Neferi looked up, then nodded, "The other party's seal is too strong, I can only release you temporarily."
"Remove this seal." Ptolemy XIII said in a commanding tone, "I will bear any price."
"My king." Neferi looked at Ptolemy XIII, looking a little hesitant. It would take a lot of pain to lift the seal. As far as she knew, no one could withstand it.
"At night, I will find a way to go to the altar to find you. Before that, you have to prepare everything." Ptolemy Thirteen said firmly, since he came back this time, he will not disappear easily.
"Of order, my king." Neferi responded, looking at Ptolemy XIII's firm eyes.
Ptolemy XIII slammed his heart, and the feeling of restlessness weakened all of a sudden. It really was the weakest part of the soul. After just a few knocks, he settled down.
"Caesar." Ptolemy Thirteen narrowed his eyes, "You are really kind and cruel."
He clearly knew who he was, but he still sealed himself away.
Ptolemy Thirteen smiled helplessly, he touched his heart, it was really hopeless.
Even so, even after encountering the betrayal of the past life and the seal of the present life, Ptolemy XIII found out that he still couldn't let go of that person.
Did he break the seal really just to ask that person for an explanation, to ask him why he betrayed him in his previous life?
Ptolemy XIII shook his head. These were just superficial reasons. In fact, he had experienced such great pain, and he just wanted to ask him, "Ayi, have you ever loved me?"
The gate of the palace was slowly opened, and familiar footsteps came.
Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, his hands trembling slightly.
The waist was tightly clasped.
Ptolemy XIII felt his heart beat violently. He opened his eyes, but there was no slight fluctuation in his eyes.
He didn't break free from the person behind him, but rubbed back, "Caesar, why are you here again?"
When he said this, he still pressed his calf against Caesar's calf.
Caesar suddenly let go of his arm and shook Ptolemy XIII. Ptolemy XIII turned his head and puffed up his face, looking angry.
"You came to see what Neferi and I are doing, she has already left." Ptolemy XIII said very proudly, looking a little suffocated.
Looking at Ptolemy XIII like this, Caesar's eyes fluctuated, it seems that he was thinking too much.
He glanced at Ptolemy XIII, took a step forward, and lifted him in front of him.
"What did you say to Neferi?" he asked casually.
Ptolemy Thirteen rolled his eyes, "I just remember the name, should I know this woman?"
Ptolemy XIII looked "annoyed", and looked very tangled.
Caesar put his hands around Ptolemy XIII's waist, "Serve me well tonight, my dear slave."
Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar a little "wronged". Instead of resisting, he rubbed his body forward, as if accepting his fate.
Caesar immediately picked up Ptolemy XIII and strode towards the bed. The moment Ptolemy XIII was picked up, his eyes became dark.
It seems that I did a good job in this play.