In the Yaoguang Hall, it was not arranged like a hall of worship. If it weren’t for the huge golden coffin placed in the center of the room, there was no real emperor here.

Xuanyuan Zun saw half of the books before his death, and placed them in the position he was used to, as if the owner had to come back to read at any time.

Xuanyuan Yao suddenly had no courage to walk over.

Although it only takes a few steps, he can see if the man in the coffin is the emperor.

The feet are heavy like lead, and every step is incredible. [

Yi Zunwang’s eyes focused on the table and chairs as much as possible. He should be distracted by himself.

It is a pity that even the longest road will come to an end.

Rubbing and rubbing, still came to the side.

The lifelike face still maintained the serenity of his life, but it was too thin, and the cheeks on both sides were sunken.

At a glance, Xuanyuan Yao suddenly covered her chest and slid down on the ground along the coffin. "Brother, are you really dead?"

The weight of his whole body seemed to be lost. He put his big hand on his eyes and concealed his true mood. "Auspicious said, good people don't live long, and the scourge is thousands of years old. Brother, you are not a good person. How come God is suddenly Just accept you?"

No one answered him.

The Yaoguang Temple was silent.

Strangled all his hopes in a killing atmosphere.

"Brother, if you can survive, I will leave with auspiciousness, and I will never go against you again, let you rest peacefully as the emperor of Longguang Kingdom, will you?" Raise your hand and knock on the coffin board, "Have you heard? Except for auspiciousness, everything can be returned to you."

The dead man, still a dead man, could not jump up and give him an answer.

Xuanyuan Yao was destined to tear his heart and mumble.