Chapter 1397 Have You Ever Regretted It?

Throughout his life, his father had failed his mother and treated himself poorly, but he owed nothing to the family.

Now, even leaving has to go through a period of hypocrisy.

Thinking of this, Jimo Anning's face became even uglier, and he wanted to leave the human race more and more and follow his mother.

Many people came to pay homage. Although Nangong Beichen was seriously injured and had not recovered, he still insisted on coming.

Looking at the bustle in front of the mourning hall and the lonely coffin, I couldn't help but sigh. I just patted Jimo Anning's shoulder, put on the incense sticks and left.

As soon as Nangong Beichen walked out of the door, he saw Shangqiu Mengqian's figure. The two exchanged a look, and Nangong Beichen stood waiting outside the hall.

Shangqiu Mengqian walked in with an unspeakable awkwardness on his face, looked at the coffin, his expression changed for a long time, then lifted up his robe, squatted next to Jimo Anning, and threw paper money into the brazier.

Seeing the paper money burning, he whispered softly: "You said that as the number one son, why are you hanging in front of me? You are also stubborn. You have been suppressed like this in the family, and you don't know. Hide away, the world is so big, there is no place for you? Well, now that you have left so generously, I have no choice but to take care of Miss Qingqing and your son for you. Don’t worry, although I am the third He is a father for once, but he will never let anyone bully his cheap son, oh..."

Before he finished muttering, he felt a sharp pain in his waist. He turned his head and met Huan Qingyan's eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling.

He was immediately frightened: "Uh, Miss Qingqing, this young master... I... I am actually..."

Huan Qingyan didn't look at him anymore. She only bent down and touched Xiaobao's head. Although she didn't say a word, her tenderness and comfort were clear to her words.

Shangqiu Mengqian stepped forward and placed a stick of incense in front of Jimoya's soul. He touched his nose and exited the door. When he met Nangong Beichen's mocking gaze, he coughed uncomfortably and looked up at the sky.

Huan Qingyan looked at the gorgeous coffin in front of her and felt it was ironic.

The man was dead and there were no bones left. Xiaobao said that before his death, he was severely suppressed in the Jimo family.

But now he is buried in great glory, and he looks like the greatest hero of the Jimo family.

What's the use of being treated badly in front of me and being compensated like this behind my back?

Jimo Ya, if you have a spirit, have you ever regretted it at this moment?

With a sigh, he stepped forward personally, picked up a stick of incense, and prayed silently: "Jimo Ya, I forgive you, have a good journey!"

After walking out of the mourning hall, Bai Chenfeng was standing outside waiting for her. When he saw Huan Qingyan coming out, she showed a hint of worry.

I carefully looked at Huan Qingyan's expression and saw that there was nothing wrong with her, and then I felt relieved.

He went up to him and said, "Shall I take you back?"

Nangong Beichen stared at Huan Qingyan with good eyes. He had not seen her for several years. She was more beautiful and had a more noble temperament. She used to smile with watery phoenix eyes, but now she was full of majesty.

Her expression was indifferent, as if everything had passed, no longer lingering in her heart, and she had completely let go of the past.

Looking back at the mourning hall behind her, the man who had been obsessed with her for half her life was now lost in thought.

Nangong Beichen felt desolate in his heart.

He just nodded towards Huan Qingyan and was about to leave.

Suddenly, there was a shocking roar from the Holy Courtyard, and a huge demonic aura quickly approached.

Several figures jumped out from all sides of the Holy City and greeted him. They were all half-saints from the human race.