Xuanyuan Yao decided to leave, "Brother, I want to know if I am worried. If you cure the disease first, you will understand everything. Even if we argue about some messy things again, you are still my royal brother. I am
Your imperial brother, this relationship cannot be changed by life or death."
There are words in the words, but Xuanyuan Zun will definitely be able to understand them.
Xuanyuan Yao was in a good mood. When he walked, his steps followed a rhythm and his feet were strong.
Xuanyuan Zun is still there.
For a long, long time, he coughed several times, then naturally opened the porcelain bottle, poured out a small pill, put it in front of his eyes for a while, then went up to smell it, doubting whether such a small thing was real.
has an effect.[
But Xuanyuan Yao just said, I don’t believe any unruly red-haired girl.
Then, he is willing to believe it again.
After swallowing the pill, he drank some warm water and sat there, quietly waiting for the medicine to take effect.
There were waves of tingling pain at the fingertips, and there was still blood oozing out from the wounds cut by the soul boy.
These always remind him of the fact that he is still alive in this world.
You can see the moonlight, hear the chirping of insects, and have the wind blowing on your cheeks. Your brother is still the same as before, going against him from time to time, and then looking forward to the two brothers fighting openly and secretly.
Yes, as long as you can survive, it doesn't matter who will sit on the throne.
What difference does it make between Yao and him?
Even the face looks exactly the same.
........
The next day.
The soul boy gesticulated and tried his best to tell Jixiang what he needed and asked her to think of a way to 'transform' it.
There are specialties in the art industry, and she will never force herself on anything she is not good at. Anyway, Jixiang will not refuse and come to help her.
Jixiang helped with the work, while she gossiped and told the little queen what happened last night in detail.