() "Smack......"

In the distance, a flash of fire jumped up, and then all the other candles were lit, and the room finally had a clear light and a little warmth.

It was only at this time that the person on the bed discovered that there was another figure in the hall.

The figure was bathed in candlelight, white clothes and black hair, and a smile like a flower.

"Purple Night?" He subconsciously exclaimed, "It's you? ”

He suddenly turned his head to look at the dark shadow in front of him vigilantly, and with only one glance, he gasped very clearly, and he no longer had the intention of exhaling.

"Purple Dragon Heaven...... You're not dead......" His throat was whistling as if there was a mouthful of thick phlegm that couldn't go up or down, and he whimpered with unclear words.

"Wechen is not dead...... Is the emperor disappointed? ”

Zilong Tian took a step forward, raised his hand and handed the tea cup in his hand to the old emperor: "Your Majesty, there is no hot water, only cold tea...... Will the emperor just do it? ”

The old emperor suddenly exhaled, his heart rose and fell rapidly, and his body turned his head to look at Ziye with a trembling body.

"Your father...... It's here to hook me...... Soul's? ”

"Why is the emperor a thief?" Zi Ye tilted his head slightly, noncommittal: "My father just misses the old man a little...... So come and see if the emperor is okay...... Your Majesty, don't think too much about it......"

In the consciousness of the old emperor, Zilongtian has died in Huangquan, and the old friend who can be remembered by him and visited by him is self-evident.

"Haha......" The old emperor suddenly chuckled, and in the midst of laughter, he slowly took the cold tea in Zilongtian's hand: "I have thought about it a long time ago...... Someday, I will meet you underground...... It's just that I've been struggling with what kind of scene it will be...... I didn't expect it to be like this......"

"It seems that the emperor has long known that his death date has come......" Zi Longtian slowly sat down in front of him, with a solemn murderous aura on his body: "Since we have faced each other...... Why don't you explain the confusion in Weichen's heart over the years...... Why did you destroy the Purple Family Army with your own hands? Destroy the foundation of our Nansheng Empire? ”

"That's my inheritance!" The old emperor raised his eyes and looked at Zilongtian aggressively: "It's my ......"

Zi Longtian was a little speechless in an instant, and suddenly understood something.

When the mask of a person is torn off and there is no more hypocrisy, the heart will be completely opened.

In the depths of the old emperor's eyes, he did not feel guilty at all because of that incident back then.

"Zilongtian, do you feel wronged...... You laid a thousand miles for me, but I personally led people to kill your Zijia army into a mass grave......"

His words paused, as if he was recalling the events of the year, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, obviously suppressing some emotion in his heart.

"Wei Chen is not feeling wronged for himself, he is feeling un......worthy for the brothers of the Zi Jiajun" Zi Longtian sneered at the corner of his lips: "We have bled in blood for you on the battlefield, fought bravely to kill the enemy, and opened up the territory, not in exchange for meritorious service, but got the will to kill without forgiveness...... Does the emperor think that such a mood can be replaced by the word grievance? ”

"Haha......" The emperor suddenly opened his arms and laughed softly with a nonchalant face: "Do you know...... It is because of the courage and good fighting of your Purple Family Army that you have been blessed with death......"