In his whole life, his father had failed his mother and treated him poorly, but he owed nothing to the family.
But now, even leaving, has to go through some hypocrisy.
Thinking about it this way, Jimo An Ning's face became even more ugly, and he wanted to leave the human race more and more, and leave with his mother.
Many people came to pay their respects. Although Nangong Beichen was seriously injured, she 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 An Ning on the shoulder, put an incense stick on it and said goodbye.
As soon as Nangong Beichen walked out of the door, he saw Shangqiu Mengqian's figure. The two exchanged a look. Nangong Beichen stood outside the hall and waited.
Shangqiu Mengqian walked in with an indescribable awkwardness, looked at the coffin, his expression fluctuated for a long time, then lifted his robe, squatted beside Jimo Anning, and threw paper money into the brazier.
Seeing the burning paper money, he murmured in a low voice: "You said that you are the number one son anyway, why are you hanging in front of me? You are also a stubborn person, and you have been suppressed like this in the family. I don't know Hide out, the world is so big, where is there no room for you? That's fine, since you have left so generously now, I have no choice but to take care of Miss Qingqing and your son for you. Don't worry, although I am the first Becoming a father once, I definitely won't let anyone bully his cheap son, ouch..."
Before he finished muttering, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, turned his head, and met Huan's smiling eyes.
Immediately coaxed: "Uh, Miss Qingqing, my son... I... I'm actually..."
Huan Qingyan didn't look at him anymore, she just bent down and touched Xiaobao's head, although she didn't say a word, her gentle comfort was beyond words.
Shangqiu Mengqian stepped forward to put a stick of incense on Jimo Ya's coffin, touched his nose and backed out of the door, met Shang Nangong Beichen's mocking gaze, coughed uncomfortably, and looked up at the sky.
Looking at the gorgeous coffin in front of him, Huan Qingyan only felt ironic.
The person is dead, and there are no bones left. According to Xiaobao, before he died, he was severely suppressed in Jimo's house.
But now he is buried in a grand manner, like the biggest hero of the Jimo family.
What's the use of being treated badly in front of you and making up for it in the future
Jimo Ya, if you have a soul, have you ever regretted it at this moment
Sighing, he went up to burn a stick of incense himself, and prayed silently: "Jimo Ya, I forgive you, have a good journey!"
Walking out of the mourning hall, Bai Chenfeng was standing outside waiting for her, seeing Huan coming out with a worried look on his face.
First carefully scrutinized Huan Qingyan's expression, seeing that there was nothing wrong, then he was relieved.
He went up to meet him: "shall I take you back?"
Nangong Beichen stared at Huan Qingyan with good eyes. She hadn't seen her for a few years. She was more beautiful and had a more noble temperament. Her phoenix eyes, which were smiling like water in the past, were full of majesty at the moment.
Her expression was indifferent, as if everything was in the past, no longer lingering in her heart, and she completely let go of the past.
Looking at the mourning hall behind her, the man who had been infatuated with her for half his life was now in a daze.
Nangong Beichen felt desolate in his heart.
He just nodded at Huan Qingyan and was about to say goodbye.
Suddenly, there was a shocking roar from the holy courtyard, and a huge monster aura approached quickly.
Several figures jumped out from all sides of the holy city and greeted them. They were all the semi-sages of the human race.