Xuanyuan Yongling's figure rushed in like a whirlwind.
The old emperor could only open his eyes again and gasped: "Haha, you should be the last person to settle accounts with me?"
Xuanyuan Yongling stood on the bedside, his eyes burning, looking at him hatefully.
He said harshly: "I'm really worried that I won't be able to see you for the last time!"
"Really?" Xuanyuan Liuche tried his best to smile and said, "Just because I robbed your woman, so you hate me so much? You have to know that she was originally my woman!"
"Only because of women?" Xuanyuan Liuche's hatred intensified and he shouted: "What about the death of my parents? What about the death of Concubine De and the entire Li family? Hunjun, do you really think I don't know anything?"
"You...you know?" Xuanyuan Liuche was surprised and a little flustered: "How did you know? I thought..."
"Do you think? Do you think that by killing everyone who knows the truth, you can hide it from the world forever? Let me tell you, in fact, the person you should kill the most is me, because I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears.
smell!"
"This...ahem..." Xuanyuan Liuche panicked and coughed violently.
Xuanyuan Yongling was indifferent and asked coldly: "I heard that you want this woman to be buried?"
He glanced at Song of Songs.
There was no emotion at all in his eyes.
He used 'this woman' to her.
He finally forgot about her.
Song of Songs’ heart aches.
But she told herself: Wuyage, isn't this the result you want? Why are you sad?
Xuanyuan Liuche became completely passive. He did not expect that this grandson would suddenly become so powerful.
He could only test it and said: "If...you don't agree, I...can take it back; as long as...as long as I become successful, you can give me the posthumous title: Wisdom, Jing'an, Wen De, Merit"