sinovels Chapter 44 Chapter 44
Chapter 44 Chapter 44
In the last sprint, Caesar fell heavily on Ptolemy XIII.
Ptolemy XIII's toes were curled up, his hands were clutching the sheets, his face was flushed, his long eyelashes were wet, and he was trembling slightly.
His legs were coiled limply around Caesar's waist.
"Caesar, Caesar, not enough, not enough." Ptolemy XIII murmured, his voice hoarse.
His consciousness was a little fuzzy. Originally, Ptolemy XIII planned to drain Caesar's energy, and went to the altar to find Neferi at night, but he lost control when he didn't want to.
For this person, he seems to have no willpower, he wants him to want himself, crazy to want himself.
He straightened his body up and bit Caesar's collarbone lightly.
"Damn it." The passion that had just subsided was rekindled, Caesar supported Ptolemy XIII's waist, and pushed in once again.
In Nuo Da's palace, the sound of deep breathing, the creaking of the bed, and the sound of slapping water stains intertwined.
The sky gradually darkened, and the palace became dark, and none of the palace lanterns were lit.
Hearing Caesar's heavy breathing, Ptolemy XIII moved his body, trying to get off the bed.
Unexpectedly, Caesar withdrew the arm holding Ptolemy XIII back, and held Ptolemy XIII firmly in his arms.
Skin-to-skin contact is inexplicably solid.
Ptolemy XIII could no longer remember what it was like to hug each other last time, "Ai." He murmured, and Caesar behind him moved again.
Before he opened his eyes, he turned Ptolemy XIII over. Before Ptolemy XIII could react, it was another violent movement.
"Tutankhamun." Caesar said vaguely.
Ptolemy XIII's eyes widened, and his heart was hit hard. Although he almost knew in his heart that Caesar had remembered his past life, it was another feeling when he said those words.
Caesar only said this, and then fell asleep with his arms around Ptolemy XIII.
But Ptolemy XIII in his arms couldn't sleep anymore, he now had the urge to stab the sword into Caesar's heart, he wanted to see where he was in that heart.
Love to the bone marrow, love to the obsession that wants to destroy you, is really terrifying.
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Ptolemy XIII's mouth. Without this obsession, his broken soul must have disappeared long ago, but this person, why does his soul still exist.
Ptolemy XIII shook his head and shook off these thoughts. No matter what the reason for Caesar's doing this was, the result would not change. He, Tutankhamun's obsession, even if they were destroyed together, they would still be obtained.
Enduring the soreness on his body, Ptolemy XIII took the pillow behind him and put it on himself and Caesar, while he quietly retreated out.
When his feet hit the ground, a hot current flowed across his lower body.
His legs were limp and without a trace of strength, Ptolemy XIII took a step forward with a strong fighting spirit.
Every time he took a step, the heat surged out. Ptolemy XIII glanced at his lower body, and then turned to look at Caesar who was still asleep.
He is probably the only person who can treat himself like this.
Just putting on a coat, Ptolemy XIII tapped his footsteps, slowly walked out of the palace, and came to the place of sacrifice.
A vague figure could be seen from a distance, and Neferi had been waiting for Ptolemy XIII long ago.
As soon as Ptolemy XIII approached Neferi, he saw her flashing embarrassing eyes.
Now Ptolemy XIII still has the special smell of the queen of lust.
But Ptolemy XIII didn't feel the slightest embarrassment, "Let's start." He said to Neferi, and now he has no time to waste.
Neferi looked at Ptolemy XIII, and handed him a piece of chewing wood that he had already prepared.
This process will be like hell, biting this will prevent Ptolemy XIII from biting off his tongue because of the pain.
"My king, do you want to be here..." Neferi hesitated. In fact, with her, as long as she is sealed regularly, Tutankhamun's soul can still exist safely.
"Let's get started." Ptolemy XIII directly interrupted what Neferi hadn't finished speaking, he didn't want unforeseen factors to have any opportunities for himself.
He wants to completely occupy the body that should belong to him.
Neferi was not talking, she stepped forward and lit the bonfire in front of her.
The raging fire ignited the dark hall completely.
Ptolemy XIII took off his clothes and lay in the talisman that Neferi had already drawn.
He put the bite log in his mouth, spread his limbs wide, and closed his eyes.
Neferi stepped forward and fixed Ptolemy XIII's limbs tightly with ropes.
There was worry in her eyes. As far as she knew, no one could survive this ceremony. The art of fixing the soul, the highest secret art in Egypt, can freeze the soul of the previous life in this life.
Everyone knows the mummies in Egypt, but you may not know that the first mummies looked like after the failure of the soul.Those who have not survived will lose their flesh and blood and die of exhaustion.
Neferi chanted some incomprehensible spells, and the dancing flame seemed to have life.
Handfuls of Usha were sprinkled on Ptolemy XIII.
The body began to slowly burn.
Bone-piercing, heart-digging, and being bitten by ants, these cruelest tortures are nothing compared to the current pain.
The feeling of pulling the soul out of the body bit by bit, the indescribable pain.
The biting wood began to deform, the veins all over his body stretched out, and every inch of skin on his body seemed to be slowly peeling off, like burning and scorching.
The most tormenting thing was that Ptolemy XIII's consciousness was clear, and he could feel the pain in every inch of his skin.
Ptolemy XIII burned fruit seedlings around him, he bit hard, the wood broke, and he straightened up in pain.
The stripped soul slowly entered the body again. If the process of being stripped just now had been extremely painful, the pain embedded in the soul could no longer be described in words.
Even Tutankhamun, at this moment, had the thought of giving up, although it was only for a moment.
His whole body began to tremble, and a large number of memories flooded into Ptolemy XIII's mind.
Not only the memory of Tutankhamun's time, but he has the memory of every life. Following the historical track, he watched the rise and fall of each dynasty.
I felt myself dying again and again, and being born again and again.
He even saw modern life, seeing himself wearing weird clothes, being reprimanded in a big house.
Along with waves of memories, come waves of pain.
The final picture was fixed on the man's face. He seemed to be hugging himself and calling his name, but he couldn't open his eyes.
"Ayi!" Ptolemy XIII called out the name loudly, he opened his eyes suddenly, his heart was twitched, and he never felt at ease.
"My king." Neferi's voice had already started to tremble, she really didn't expect Ptolemy XIII to survive this ceremony.
His nails were embedded in the palm of his hand, and the biting wood had already been broken.
The pain in his whole body made Ptolemy XIII unable to move.
I don't know how long it took before he sat up with Neferi's support.
Ptolemy XIII's mind is very chaotic now, so many memories flooded in at once, even if he has a powerful brain, he can't digest it for a while.
"Help me back." Ptolemy XIII said to Neferi.
Now he can't let Caesar realize that he has completely stabilized his soul, Caesar is always playing back in his mind, no, to be precise, it is Ayi's eyes looking at him.
He had never seen the pain and love in those eyes before.
Since he loves himself, why did he betray him, and then seized his throne?
In fact, if he wanted to become the pharaoh of Egypt, Tutankhamun would voluntarily govern with him. In Egypt, he is the king, he is the law, and no one can stop him.
Ptolemy XIII knew that according to Ayi's character, he would definitely not tell the reason.
You can only find the answer yourself, or force him to say it.
"Why do I have the memory of so many lives?" Ptolemy XIII asked Neferi, and he was also quite puzzled about this. In each life, his identity is different, some are ordinary people, some are the sons of nobles , and sometimes the supreme king.
Neferi also shook her head, "My king, there seems to be some kind of power in you."
"Power?" Ptolemy XIII repeated.
Neferi nodded, then shook her head again, "I can't tell what it is, it feels weird anyway."
It stands to reason that Tutankhamun has been made into a mummy, so his soul should be permanently fixed there. As the supreme pharaoh, it is impossible for him to experience so many reincarnations.
Neferi frowned contemplatively, this situation did not appear even in the oldest cheats.
"No matter what it is, in short, I will kill him, even if it is the power of demons." Ptolemy XIII said word by word.
After waiting for many years of reincarnation, they finally gathered at this moment. Whether it was fate or coincidence, since he had awakened, even if he paid all the price, he would take that person with him when he left!
The gate of the palace was gently opened, and Caesar hadn't woken up yet.
Ptolemy XIII walked to the bed with difficulty, and he looked at the sleeping Caesar.
Said softly to him, "I'm back."