Chapter 1397 (1/2)

In his whole life, his father failed his mother and treated himself badly, but he owed nothing to the family.

Now, even if I go, I have to experience some hypocrisy.

On this thought, Jimo Anning's face was more ugly, and he wanted to leave the Terran and follow his mother.

Many people came to offer sacrifices. Nangong Beichen insisted on coming although he was seriously injured.

Looking at the bustle in front of the mourning hall and the lonely coffin, he couldn't help but sigh. He only patted Jimo's peaceful shoulder, put on a column of incense and left.

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

Shangqiu Mengqian came in with an indescribable embarrassment on his face. Looking at the coffin, his face changed for a long time. Only after lifting his clothes and robes, he squatted beside Jimo's tranquility and threw paper money into the brazier.

Watching the paper money burn, Just whispered: ”You said you were the first childe, why did you hang up in front of me? You are also a dead heart. You have been suppressed like this in the family, and you don't know to hide. The world is so big, where can you find shelter? Well, now that you have left so generously, I have to take care of Qingqing girl and your son for you. Don't worry, childe Although he was a father for the first time, he would never let anyone bully his cheap son, ouch... ”

Before the words were finished, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

Immediately counselled: ”Er, Qingqing girl, young master... I... I'm actually...”

Huan Qingyan didn't look at him again. He just bent down and touched Xiaobao's head. Although he didn't say a word, the meaning of gentle comfort was expressed in his words.

Shangqiu Mengqian shanran came forward and put a incense stick on the front of Jimo Ya's spirit, touched his nose and withdrew from the door. He sneered at shangnangong Beichen, coughed uneasily and looked up at the sky.

Huan Qinyan looked at the gorgeous coffin in front of him and only felt ironic.

The man is dead and there are no bones left. Listen to Xiao Bao. Before his death, he was severely suppressed in Jimo's house.

But now it is a beautiful burial, like the biggest hero of Mohism.