"Brother, tell me, what has I done wrong for so many years, and you misunderstood this? I want to know, I really want to know!!!" Striding back to the coffin Before, condescending, facing his serene face, Xuanyuan was unreasonably resentful, "Do you think you can draw a clear line with me? Brother, don't be too naive, there is resentment, and we will see you again and again, You owe me an explanation in this life, and I will catch up someday and ask myself to understand."

As the voice fell, the ground rose without wind, and dozens of white candles swayed.

On the desk case, a little bright yellow locked Xuanyuan Yao's line of sight. He had been in it for so long, and he was always immersed in anger. He only realized at this moment that Xuanyuanzun had left something for him.

"That's what you want to say to me? It's better to have some meaning, to annihilate the anger in my heart, otherwise, don't blame your brother's blasphemy, even if you risk the world, I will drag you out of it. Beating fiercely." Waving his fist, threatening the dead, he walked over, carried the imperial edict to the coffin, and looked at Xuanyuanzun's face, angrily, pulling away the thread that bound the imperial edict.

It was also a knot-tying game that the brothers loved to play when they were young. No one except the world would know them. [

Xuanyuanzun deliberately tied it like this, in fact, he wanted to tell Xuanyuanyao that this decree was for him.

"Brother, wouldn't you want me to bury you." Besides, he couldn't guess what else Xuanyuanzun would write.

The two of them had been inexplicably fighting for eight years, and were killed. It was indeed a good way to understand the grievances, and it was perfect.

However, whether the dead man's last words can control the living or not depends on whether Xuanyuan Yao is willing to accept it.

After reading it word by word, he raised his eyes in disbelief, "Xuanyuanzun, are you crazy? What the **** does it mean? Want me to be an emperor??"