The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 1397: Have you regretted it?

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My father has let down his mother and treated himself ill-advised throughout his life, but he owes nothing to the family.

Now, even if I leave, I have to go through some false feelings.

Thinking about it this way, Jimo Anning's face is even more ugly, and he wants to leave the human race more and more, and leave with his mother.

Many people came to pay homage. Although Nangong Beichen was seriously injured, she insisted on coming.

Looking at the excitement in front of the mourning hall and the lonely coffin, I couldn't help but sighed. He only patted Jimo Anning on the shoulder, and then left after putting on Zhuxiang.

As soon as Nangong Beichen walked out, he saw Shangqiu Mengqian's figure. The two exchanged glances. Nangong Beichen stood outside and waited.

Shangqiu Mengqian walked in with a look of indescribable awkwardness, looked at the coffin, his face changed for a long time, only to lift his robe, squatted beside Jimo Anning, and threw paper money into the brazier.

Looking at the burning paper money, he whispered: "You said that you are the first son, why are you hanging in front of me? You are also a hard-hearted person. You have been suppressed in the family. I don’t know how to hide, the world is so big, where is there no place for you? Okay, now that you have left so generously, my son has to take care of your girl and your son. Don’t worry, Ben Although the son is a father for the first time, he will never let anyone bully his cheap son, oh..."

Before he finished the words, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, turned his head, and met with a smile in his eyes.

Immediately counseled: "Uh, girl Qingqing, my son...I...I am actually..."

Huan Qingyan didn't look at him anymore, but bent down and touched Xiaobao's head. Although she didn't say a word, she was gentle and comforting.

Shangqiu Mengqian stepped forward and put a stick of incense on Jimoya's spirit front, touched his nose and exited the door, coughed uncomfortably at Shang Nangong Beichen's mocking gaze, and looked up at the sky.

Looking at the gorgeous coffin in front of her, Huan Qingyan felt ironic.

The man is dead and there is no bone left. Listening to Xiaobao, he was severely suppressed at Jimo's house before he died.

But nowadays, it is beautifully buried, living like the greatest hero of Jimo family.

What's the point of being treated badly in front of you and making up for it behind you?

Jimoya, if you are alive, have you regretted this moment?

With a sigh, he personally walked forward to pick up a stick of incense, and prayed silently: "Jimoya, I forgive you, go all the way!"

Walking out of the mourning hall, Bai Chenfeng was standing outside waiting for her. Seeing Huan’s face appeared, she showed a trace of worry.

First, I took a close look at the phantom face, and when I saw that there was nothing wrong, I felt relieved.

Welcome up: "Shall I take you back?"

Nangong Beichen stared at Huan Qingyan with good eyes. She hasn't seen her in a few years. She is more beautiful and more noble. She used to smile with water-like phoenix eyes, and now she is full of majesty.

The expression is indifferent, it seems that everything has passed, no longer haunt her, and completely let go of the past.

Looking at the mourning hall behind her again, the man who had been obsessed with her for half his life is now fascinated.

Nangong Beichen felt depression in his heart.

Only nodded at Huan Qingyan, just about to leave.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar from the sanctuary, and a huge demonic aura quickly approached.

Several figures jumped out from all sides of the holy city and greeted them. They were all semi-sages of the human race.