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    "I don't care how you interact with my father, but my father shouldn't make things against me, and I never said that we have a confirmed relationship. Please believe me!" The saint's eyes were a little red, and she declared faintly.  Jiang Fan was stunned and stared at the Saint without saying anything. The Saint also looked at Jiang Fan bravely. After a few minutes, Jiang Fan said: "Okay, I believe you. Let's stop and let this matter go!" The Saint nodded.  Just as he was about to say something, Jiang Fan said again: "I want to say hello to you. I will leave the Monks and go out for a while tomorrow morning!" "What, you, you are leaving! Are you abandoning the Monks and ignoring us?  ?" The saint was suddenly shocked and nervous.  "Didn't you hear me clearly? I meant to leave for a while!" Jiang Fan was a little speechless and reminded him. As for the noncommittal question, Jiang Fan hadn't thought about it yet, so he didn't want to answer it directly.  "Then what should we do here?" The Saint was stunned and felt a little relieved, but she was still frightened and asked weakly.  "Now four more Tu tribes have joined. I really don't know what to do. It's too chaotic. Besides, I also have my own things to do. There are very important things that I haven't done yet. They all have to be done. I can't delay them. I just have to do them."  I can say sorry!" Jiang Fan said cruelly.  The saint's head suddenly felt dizzy and she staggered two steps and almost fell down. Jiang Fan's words were undoubtedly a huge blow. Without his help, the Monk tribe had no hope. She opened her mouth several times to say something but in the end, nothing came out.  Having said this, what else can be said?  In fact, the saint was also in despair. The invasion of the four Tu tribes was unexpected, making the already unsustainable situation even more hopeless. It was just a habit to ask Jiang Fan for help.  The saint's eyes were dull, tears were streaming down her face, 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 you try, most people will still survive."  To be able to survive, to put it harshly, is that there are more people to lose, and besides, you still have your father, and you are not the only one to carry it!" Jiang Fan comforted him with some regret.  "My father has gone into seclusion!" The saint shook her head feebly.  "What, your father went into seclusion! Why are you thinking about seclusion at this time? You must be confused!" Jiang Fan was shocked and very confused.  "My father came back with Yin Yuwan's body. He was in a bad mood. In addition, I spoke harshly. My father blamed himself and felt guilty. He temporarily left the Monk clan to me to take care of. He went to seclusion to try to regain his strength as soon as possible!"  Ignoring Jiang Fan's accusations against Meng Bumie, he sighed quietly.  "Well, that's the only way it can be. Your father doesn't actually have much effect. You'd better look away and be mentally prepared. Believe that difficulties are temporary and there are always ways!" Jiang Fan thought for a while and then disappeared.  What to blame, he continued to comfort him.  "Jiang Fan, let's go to a secluded place to talk!" The saint nodded silently, and after a moment of silence, she looked at the people around her.  Jiang Fan was startled and hesitated for a moment but did not refuse. He didn't want to give her another blow. He followed the saint to a corner. The saint looked around and saw no one around. She suddenly knelt down and kowtowed.  "Why are you here again? No matter how much you kowtow and beg, it's useless. I can't help it. Get up quickly, or I'll leave immediately and never come to the Monk tribe again!" Jiang Fan was shocked, then angry.  Very unhappy, he shouted with a gloomy look.  "Jiang Fan, I'm not begging you to find a solution. Please don't speak. Wait until I finish the ceremony!" The saint quickly raised her head when she heard the words, said very seriously, and then continued to kowtow.  What do you mean, you¡¯re not asking me to find a solution?  So why do you kneel down and kowtow in a big salute?  Jiang Fan was stunned, confused for a moment, and said nothing. Just give him a big salute. Anyway, you did it voluntarily, I didn't force you, and there is really no way to solve the danger of the Monks now.  The saint stood up after the three hundred and nine kowtows, and then gently opened her veil to reveal a swollen and fat face, full of small holes, with a small number of milky white bugs getting in and out. Jiang Fan frowned and took a step back subconsciously, the saint.  His behavior is too weird, isn't he crazy?  "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 felt a little depressed after being told that, and explained angrily: "I'm not afraid of you, it's just that your face is a little scary and disgusting, so you subconsciously backed away!" Are you kidding, are you afraid of you?  I've never seen any formations.  "That's right, God Master Fu is not afraid, so you are not afraid of me anymore!" The saint was startled and said a little embarrassed, realizing that people were disgusted with her face.  The saint raised one hand and put it in her mouth to bite it. Blood oozed out immediately. Then the saint saw the bleeding fingers and gently smeared her face. Jiang Fan saw that he was inexplicable and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"  What?"  "Don't be impatient for a moment, you'll be fine soon!" the saint said with a solemn face, and soon her plump cheeks, which were not full of pores, turned scarlet red after the application.  The saint made strange gestures with her hands and moved her lips slightly. After a few seconds, her scarlet face suddenly began to emit blood-red fluorescence, and then the whirring little fleshy spirit worms came out, gathering more and more, and soon they were all over the place.  The whole face.  Damn it, it¡¯s so disgusting, it looks like my face is covered with maggots, like a piece of smelly meat!  Jiang Fan frowned when he saw it, feeling a little nauseous and a little impatient, but he still held back and kept waiting to see what the saint was up to.  "Mengke Holy Spirit, Munche Ancestor, Mengke Yuan Shen, Munche Death Forbidden, Out of Body!" Suddenly a faint light flashed in the saint's eyes, and she began to chant.  All the bodies of the flesh spirit insects on the saint's face immediately glowed with milky white light and quickly crawled towards the center of the eyebrows. A strange thing happened. A crack suddenly appeared in the center of the eyebrows, and all the flesh spirit insects flew in and disappeared.  Damn it, this saint is quite magical!  Jiang Fan was dumbfounded and surprised. In a few seconds, the crack between the saint's eyebrows suddenly opened, and a blood-red crystal clear ball the size of a soybean floated out from it and floated in the air.  "Jiang Fan, stretch out a hand!" the saint said suddenly.  "What to do?" Jiang Fan asked in surprise.  "What, are you afraid?" the saint asked with a smile.  Jiang Fan was a little amused, but without asking any more questions, he stretched out a hand, and suddenly a blood-red crystal clear ball the size of a soybean slowly fell on Jiang Fan's hand and disappeared immediately.  ¡°Holy shit, what does this mean?  Jiang Fan was slightly startled, and his expression suddenly changed. He noticed that the blood-red ball was very gentle, but it followed the meridians and entered the soul space like lightning. Then he got some information, and his eyes widened in surprise.  "Why are you doing this?" Jiang Fan asked very puzzled.  "It's nothing, I just want to leave my life to you and everything about me!" The saint looked at Jiang Fan and said nothing, then put the scarf on her face again, and she smiled after being silent for a while.  "Uh, I still don't understand what you mean!" Jiang Fan shook his head.  The saint took out a sign from her arms and handed it to Jiang Fan and explained: "I am a saint. I only salute the new clan leader when he succeeds to the throne. From now on, you, Jiang Fan, are the clan leader of the Monk clan! In case you don't believe it, I  It's that simple to use yourself as collateral!" "What, I'm the leader of the Monk tribe! What about your father?" Jiang Fan was surprised and didn't pick up the sign.  "Father is no longer the clan leader. I didn't see that this clan leader's token was handed over!" the saint said with a smile.  Message to readers: Second update
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