"I don't care about how you date my father, but my father shouldn't have told me about it. I have never said that we have confirmed the relationship. Please believe me!" The saint's eyes were a little red and she said quietly.
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, staring at the saint without saying a word. The saint also bravely looked at Jiang Fan. After a minute, Jiang Fan said: "Okay, I believe in you, let's stop this matter!"
The saint nodded and was about to say something, Jiang Fan said again: "Say hello to you, I will leave the Monks for a while tomorrow morning!"
"What, you, you are leaving! Are you abandoning the Monks? Do you care about us?" The saint was shocked and nervous.
"Didn't you hear me clearly? I mean I'm leaving for a while!" Jiang Fan was speechless and reminded that as for the question, Jiang Fan had not considered it well, he was unwilling to answer the question directly.
"What should I do here?" The saint was stunned for a little while, but he asked weakly, but he was still panicked.
"Now four Tu tribes have joined again. I really don't know what to do. It's too messy, and I have my own business. I have important things that have not been done yet. I have to do it and I can't delay it. I can only say sorry!" Jiang Fan said ruthlessly.
The Saint's head suddenly became dizzy and staggered, and almost fell down. Jiang Fan's words were undoubtedly a huge blow. Without his help, the Monks had no hope. They opened their mouths several times and wanted to say something but they didn't say it in the end. When they said this, what else can they say?
In fact, the saint was also very desperate. Unexpectedly, the invasion of the four Tu tribes made the situation that was already difficult to support even more hopeless. It was just a habit to find Jiang Fan to help.
The saint's eyes were dull, tears flowed down, and she murmured to herself: "What should I do?"
"Don't be too discouraged. There are nearly ten million people in the Monk tribe. No matter how hard it is, most people can survive. To put it bluntly, it's just that there are more people and more losses. Besides, your father is still there, and you are not alone!" Jiang Fan comforted with some difficulty.
"My father has gone into seclusion!" The saint shook his head weakly.
"What, your father has gone into seclusion! Why do you think about seclusion at this time? You're so confused!" Jiang Fan was shocked and confused.
"My father came back with Yin Yuwan's body and was in a bad mood. In addition, I was talking heavily, so my father blamed and felt guilty. He temporarily handed over the Monk tribe to me for treatment. He went to seclusion to strive to restore his strength as soon as possible!" The saint didn't care about Jiang Fan's accusations against Meng Bumi and sighed quietly.
"Uh, this is the only way. Your father is actually not very useful. You should be more open-minded and be mentally prepared. Believe that difficulties are temporary and there are always solutions!" Jiang Fan thought about it and didn't blame anything, and continued to comfort him.
"Jiang Fan, let's go to a secluded place to talk!" The saint nodded silently, and looked at the many people around him.
Jiang Fan was stunned and hesitated for a while and did not refuse. He did not want to hit her again. He followed the Saint to a corner. The Saint looked at the no one around him, and suddenly knelt down, then kowtowed.
"Why are you here again? No matter how much you kowtow and beg, it's useless. I have no choice but to have no choice. Get up quickly, otherwise I will leave immediately and I will never come to the Monk clan again!" Jiang Fan was shocked, then annoyed and unhappy, and shouted with a gloomy face.
"Jiang Fan, I'm not begging you to find a way. Please don't talk. Let's talk until I finish the gift!" The saint raised his head quickly and said very seriously, and then continued to kowtow.
What does it mean? It's not that I begged me to find a way? Why did I kneel down and kowtow to perform a great gift? Jiang Fan was stunned and confused for a moment and didn't say anything else. Just give it a great gift. Anyway, it was you who voluntarily, I didn't force you, and now I really can't solve the danger of the Monk tribe.
After the saint 399 kowtowed, he stood up, and then gently opened the face towel to reveal the swollen and fat, covered with small holes, and a small number of milky white insects crawled in and out of the hideous face. Jiang Fan frowned and subconsciously took a step back. The saint's behavior was too weird, wasn't it a nerve?
"Jiang Fan, don't be afraid. I will never harm you, and I can't harm you!" The saint noticed that Jiang Fan seemed to be wary and smiled.
Jiang Fan was a little depressed and explained in disappointment: "I'm not afraid of you, but your face is really scary and disgusting, and I just retreated subconsciously!" Just kidding, afraid of you? I haven't seen any formation before.
"Yes, Lord Talisman is not afraid of me, you are not afraid of me anymore!" The saint said with a hurried look on his face, understanding that he was disgusted with his face.
The saint raised one hand and put it in his mouth to bite it. Blood suddenly oozed out. Then the saint saw the bleeding fingers gently smearing on his face. Jiang Fan couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
"Don't be impatient, it'll be fine right away!" The saint said with a serious face, and soon the fat face, which was not covered with small holes, turned scarlet after applying it.
The saint made a strange posture with both hands, his lips moved slightly, and a few seconds later, his scarlet face suddenly began to emit a blood-red fluorescence. Then the whirring little flesh spirit insects emerged, gathering more and more, and soon covered the entire face.
Damn, it's so disgusting. Her face seemed to be covered with maggots, and maggots were growing on a large piece of stinky meat! Jiang Fan frowned when he saw it, and felt a little nauseous and even more impatient, but he still held back and waited to see what the saint was doing.
"Monk Holy Spirit, Monk ancestor, Monk Yuanshen, Monk Death, come out of his body!" The saint suddenly flashed in his eyes and started muttering.
All the fleshy spirit insects on the saint's face immediately glowed with milky white light, and quickly crawled towards the middle of their eyebrows. A strange thing appeared. Suddenly, a crack appeared between their eyebrows, and all the fleshy spirit insects crawled in and disappeared.
Damn, this saint is quite magical! Jiang Fan was stunned and surprised. In a few seconds, a crack suddenly opened between the saint's eyebrows, and a small blood-red crystal clear ball the size of a soybean floated out from it and floating in the air.
"Jiang Fan, stretch out one hand!" the saint said suddenly.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Fan said in a daze.
"Why, are you scared?" the saint asked with a smile.
Jiang Fan was a little funny, and didn't ask again, then stretched out a hand. Suddenly, a blood-red crystal clear ball the size of a soybean slowly fell on Jiang Fan's hand and disappeared.
Damn, what does this mean? Jiang Fan was slightly shocked, and suddenly his face changed. He noticed that the blood-red ball was very gentle, but it entered the soul space like lightning along the meridians. Then he got some information, and the boss was surprised when he stared at him.
"Why do you do this?" Jiang Fan said in confusion.
"It's nothing, I just want to give my life to you and give everything I have to you!" The saint looked at Jiang Fan without saying anything, covered his face again on his face, and he would laugh after a little silence.
"Uh, I still don't understand what you mean when you come here!" Jiang Fan shook his head and said.
The saint took out a sign from his arms and handed it to Jiang Fan and explained: "I am the saint. I will only give a great gift when the new patriarch succeeds to the throne. From now on, you, Jiang Fan, are the patriarch of the Monk clan! Don't you don't believe it, I will use myself as a mortgage, it's that simple!"
"What, I am the patriarch of the Monk tribe! What about your father?" Jiang Fan said in surprise and did not go to take the sign.
"My father is no longer the patriarch's chief. I haven't seen the patriarch's token handed over!" The saint smiled and said.