"What did you say!" The Saint was furious and stood up, with beautiful watery eyes wide open. The Saint was the smartest woman recognized as the Monk tribe. She had never been insulted by such personality. She was very angry.

This kind of insulting anger is different from the hatred anger between the Monks and the three major forces. The former is personal and she can attack, while the latter is collective or suppressed and unresisting, and must be rational.

"I just said you are stupid. I originally thought you were very smart, but I found that you were still such a fierce and brainless idiot!" Seeing the saint angry, Jiang Fan felt a sense of revenge and further attacked the saint indifferently.

"You must apologize to me immediately!" This time it was even more excessive. The saint's eyes were so angry that they were so angry that they were panting, and they were trembling all over, and they clenched their fists tightly and rushed to Jiang Fan step by step.

"Damn, the fat pig and ugly saint are not going to take action!" Jiang Fan was startled and immediately looked at her vigilantly, ready to take action.

The tall and fat body was shaking, especially the limp steamed bun was doing wave exercises, and walking with a big belly was very disgusting.

What he couldn't stand was the smell of body odor coming. Jiang Fan shouted with a depressed and scared look on his face: "Hey, saint, what are you going to do? Don't come here again, otherwise I'll be slandering!"

At this time, Wu Yazi and Li Yingjiao were worried. The saint looked tall and fat. Jiang Fan sat there and looked like a thin monkey. He was really worried that the saint would go down to crush Jiang Fan to death. He complained and dissatisfied. Is it interesting that such an ugly girl would also quarrel and provoke her.

The saint ignored it and still walked away in a fierce manner. Jiang Fan felt the threat and could not stand the increasingly strong body odor. He was afraid and could not really fight with the saint. He had no choice but to run away and hurriedly got up and escape around the big round table.

"Stop, don't run if you have the habit!" The saint screamed, and was already confused, and he accelerated his pace regardless of his identity to catch up.

Wu Yazi felt that the situation was wrong and hurriedly advised: "Uh, Saint, don't be excited, he is just like that, he likes to joke nonsense, don't be as knowledgeable as him!"

"Saint, I apologize to you on his behalf. I'm sorry, it's because he is rude and unrespectful to you. Please make more money!" Li Yingjiao also helped to apologize.

"Xiaoya, Xiaojiao, why are you doing? Don't interrupt. This kind of garbage saint is going to hit hard!" Jiang Fan immediately said dissatisfied with the two women's weakness.

"Saint, of course I have a seed. If I don't run away, I will leave it to you. My seed is only for me women. Don't worry about it. I'm really not interested in this type of me!" Then Jiang Fan shouted without showing any weakness.

"You are shameless and shameless, and you don't look at what you look like. There are so many men as ugly as you in the Monk clan. If you are interested in you, you will see the ghost!" The saint was so angry that he almost fainted in front of him, and his feet even faster chased him while scolding him in revenge.

"By the way, there seems to be a saying, "Lao Toad wants to eat swan meat. If you chase after me again, it will be that savage sail that continues to stimulate again.

Damn, I've been provoked anyway, so I'll just provoke it to the end. The hornet's nest is poking and a few pokes are poking. Let's talk about it first.

"You dare to say that I am a toad, you, go to die, I, I will fight you!" The saint staggered and almost fell down, and was furiously distracted by the fire. A pair of beautiful and watery eyes were slightly red with mist. They grabbed the teapot on the table and smashed it hard at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan hurriedly avoided, and with a bang, the teapot broke. The saint knew that he could not catch up with Jiang Fan. It was very hindering to block the big round table. He grabbed the edge of the round table with both hands and overturned it, and then rushed straight towards Jiang Fan.

Damn, the saint is so savage too! Jiang Fan was surprised and hurriedly stepped back as he watched the mountain surge, shouting: "Hey, fat saint, don't come over, I'm really going to call molestation!"

"Come on, the saint is going to molest the handsome man!" Jiang Fan shouted at the top of his voice.

Jiang Fan's voice was very loud, and it was buzzing in the silence. The saint, who was still two meters away from Jiang Fan, suddenly stopped and looked at the broken tea bowls on the ground and the overturned round table. He was stunned and tears were rumbled in his already red eyes.

Only then did she realize that she had lost her composure and had no image of a saint. It was too embarrassing. After this, it was spread and its reputation was ruined. How could the Monk people think of her? How could they have the face to meet people?

Uh, the saint cried! Jiang Fan was stunned, a little depressed, and most disgraceful that women cried. Although they were ugly women, they provoked him. The silence suddenly became quiet, and only the saint sobbed slightly.

Wu Yazi and Li Yingjiao were already stunned and stunned. They didn’t look like saints, they were simply shrews!

No, what about people, Captain Ma and the group of guards who were guarding outside, why didn't he react when such a big noise occurred in the private room? Jiang Fan suddenly felt something was wrong. He really wanted to use the Wind Eye to see through what was going on.

Suddenly, the door opened and walked into an old man with a very thin and dry figure, who was only 1.6 meters tall. The thinness was almost like a gust of wind. He looked at the saint with a smile and frowned slightly, then looked at Jiang Fan and the other two.

Jiang Fan, Wu Yazi, and Li Yingjiao were all stunned and were very surprised. The saint saw the old man and shouted in grievance: "Father!" Then he pounced on him, leaning on the old man's thin and pitiful body, bent down and resting his head on the old man's poor shoulder.

Father! Jiang Fan, Wu Yazi, and Li Yingjiao were shocked and speechless, almost thinking that they had heard it wrong. No, this scary old man was the father of such a huge saint?

"Damn, this old man is so powerful. Such a thin body can withstand such a heavyweight daughter!" Jiang Fan couldn't help but admire him, but he wanted to laugh even more. The thin old man was almost no longer visible under the cover of his huge body. It looked very funny to lean on it.

"Naran, your performance in front is very good, but your performance in the future is not very good. You still need to work hard to cultivate your mind!" A few seconds later, the thin old man patted the saint's shoulder with meaningful kindness and kindness.

"Well, my daughter understand!" The saint then stood up and took a step back and wiped her tears and said embarrassedly.

"Father, it's just that ugly man. It's so hateful. He bullies his daughter!" Then the saint pointed at Jiang Fan and said angrily, showing that his child was angry and was scolded.

"I am Meng Bumi, the leader of the Monk tribe. On behalf of the Monk tribe, I welcome the three of them to Mengcheng as guests!" The thin old man nodded and smiled at Jiang Fan and the other two, then pressed his one hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"You are the leader of the Munk clan Meng Bumi!" Jiang Fan was shocked and surprised. This was too different from his imagined image. At the same time, he was also very surprised at Meng Bumi's kind attitude. He thought it would be a harsh question or even threat.

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and reacted quickly, hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed slightly and said, "You are polite!" People should not be polite if they are polite, but they just don't know what medicine is being taken in the gourd, so they can only take one step at a time.

Wu Yazi and Li Yingjiao also quickly returned the greeting and said in unison: "Hello, the leader!"

"The three of you have not eaten yet. Let's change to a private room and have a chat!" Meng Bumi then looked at the messy and messy ground, and invited with a smile.

"As the guest goes with the host!" Jiang Fan nodded.

"Father, they are people sent by the three major forces!" The saint was very surprised and pulled Ramon's immortal sleeve and reminded softly.
Chapter completed!