Xuanyuan Yao was originally puzzled.

I understood everything now.

"I didn't like to hang ornaments on my body when I was a child. When you gave Zimu Sword, the elder brother kicked it secretly, forcing me to accept it face to face. After you left that day, I was afraid that I might lose your gift. Brother Huang took it directly, and never returned it." His eldest brother, leaving a Long Guangguo to give him a headache was not enough, and even the debt of love was counted on him.

Xuanyuanyao had the urge to drag him out of the coffin again.

"You mean... you mean..." He Huan's dry eyes suddenly flashed with water. [

"Yes, the person who went to Yaowanggu was the elder brother Xuanyuanzun, not me." Xuanyuanyao's interface was sure.

"He is a respected brother, not a distant brother, a respected brother, not a distant brother..." He was hit so hard that He Huan was in a state of loss of soul.

After rushing for several months, the water and soil were unacceptable, her heart was haggard, and she was irritated repeatedly. She was already on the verge of collapse and was stimulated by the truth. Suddenly she couldn't bear it anymore. Soft fell to the ground and passed out.

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Several palace people carefully supported He Huan to withdraw from the rest.

Xuanyuan Yao sat on the chair, kneading his eyebrows with **** to relieve the scalp pain.

I don’t know when, Jixiang came behind him, and helped him massage the acupuncture points moderately.

She was taken aback and was nervous for a long time.

Wry laughter seems to have become a habit of Xuanyuanyao, who has always been helplessly hanging on his lips recently, "Six years ago, the illness of the elder brother began to show. He went to Yaowanggu to probably want the master to help him heal. With a purple wood sword, I recognized the wrong person."