She is Starlight Falling Fingertips

Chapter 983 Let me sing you a song

However, just when he was about to touch the goddess, Luan Qianjue's figure flashed quickly and entered the barrier.

Tan Zhan's hand hurt like a needle prick, as if something blocked his movements.

The gap in the barrier was closed, and the goddess lay dying on the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

"You want to fight against me?"

He stood outside the barrier with his hands behind his back, rain flashed in his eyes.

The demon soldiers who didn't have long eyes were still rushing to deliver the heads at this time, and they were all beheaded mercilessly by him.

"Amitabha, the master once taught the little monk to keep promises, and to act with integrity. Since the little monk has promised Xiaojiu'er to guard His Highness the Goddess, naturally she cannot be taken away from the little monk."

The little monk's reasoning was high-sounding, and everyone present knew that he was favoring Jiu'er.

Tan Zhan naturally knew this too, his dark face was extremely ugly.

Kan Ze over there said hoarsely, "Tian'er, it's useless to be the father, and the father is sorry for you."

Witnessing with his own eyes that his daughter, whom he had always kept in his hands, was so abused, but he was helpless. It was he who was sorry for his wife's dying entrustment.

I'm even more sorry for Tian'er, for letting him down as a father.

Hearing Kan Ze's cry, the little monk's delicate eyebrows were tightly knit together.

Sternly said to him: "Yes, you are indeed sorry for her!"

"If you had taught her well, the goddess wouldn't have come to this point."

Kan Ze burst into tears and fell into deep regret.

It is true that he did not teach Tianer well.

He blindly thought that as long as he gave her what she wanted and fulfilled all her wishes, he would treat her well.

But neglected the most important point, to be kind.

However, it is too late to say anything now.

late……

Kan Ze covered his face and cried bitterly.

……

"Be careful!" Jiu'er was heartbroken when he saw Mo Chetian slapping the broom star with his palm.

However, she was still too late.

Mo Chutian's palm hit Sao Baxing's chest, and Sao Baxing spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Jiu'er flew to his side to support him: "Are you okay?"

"Can't die."

Sao Baxing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth indifferently, and was about to rush forward.

Jiu'er's white and tender hands tightly grasped his wrist, felt his pulse, and was startled, "Stay well!"

"It's just a slap, and it's not a big deal. Do you think you are as delicate as you are?"

"When is it, and you still have the heart to tease me?" Jiu'er rolled his eyes at him, and rudely stuffed a pill into his mouth, "Why is your pulse beating so fast?"

Not only was it jumping fast, but it was also very disordered, and she didn't know what was going on for a while.

"Maybe it's because the movement range is too large. You also know that, young master, I desperately seized the opportunity to greet Mo Chutian with kicks and kicks. Naturally, my breathing became irregular."

"Hehe, how easy am I to be fooled?" Jiu'er didn't believe his words at all, and threw him into the barrier forcefully.

Damn, you damn girl!

Slapping the barrier, broom star cursed in a low voice.

He also knew that he would not be able to get out for a while, so he took the time to heal his injuries.

The old thing Mo Che Tian is really not to be underestimated, and the teaming up of the few of them just added a few more injuries to his body.

That guy Mo Jiuhuang is really powerful, and the few of them can barely kill him against the clone of Shang Mo Chutian.

He has been entangled with the real body for nearly a day, but Mo Chutian has more injuries than him.

Jiu'er knew very well that his strength was not enough to stand out among the few people, so he took advantage of the gap and punched Shang Mo Che Tian right where it needed to be.

She has great strength, not to mention that the fist is filled with strong spiritual power.

Fisting to the flesh, Mo Chetian was so painful that his face was distorted out of shape.

"Mo Chutian, you have no chance to stand up, hurry up and catch it!"

"This deity will never lose!" Mo Chetian had a gloomy face.

"Tch, that's because you haven't met my husband! You've also seen how powerful my husband is. Look, you hurt yourself so badly, and my husband is just a little tired."

"Comparing like this, it will be clear immediately whether you are superior or inferior. That is because my husband wants to torture you in the process. If my husband is really serious, you will be dead like your clones long ago!"

Jiu'er distracted his mind while he saw the stitches.

It's just that Mo Chetian has been able to make arrangements for so many years, and he only took action until now, which is enough to show his determination.

Without squinting, he used all his mind to deal with Jing Lichen and Xuesha.

Occasionally, he would pay a little attention to guard against Jiu'er's attack.

Jiu'er was cunning, relying on her petite stature, she ran around and jumped around.

Although the strength is poor, it is annoyingly tight.

It's like a tiny mosquito that can't cause any serious injuries, but if it buzzes in the ears, the gods will be very irritable.

What's more, Jiu'er, a little mosquito, can not only whine, but his punches seem to hit the bones.

The pain from inside to outside was enough for Mo Che to eat a pot.

"Mo Chutian, you have been coveting the Sky Spirit Orb in my hand, is it because of my father Ran Su?"

While Mo Chutian used his hands and feet to deal with Jing Lichen and Xue Sa, Jiu'er punched him hard and quickly retreated to the second line.

Leaving the front line to Jing Lichen and Xue Sa, and talking on the sidelines by himself.

Jiu'er is still a little wise.

If she only talked about her father, Mo Chetian might just give her a half-hearted glance.

But it was different when she said her father's name.

Through the fact that her father appeared to confront Mo Chutian before, she knew that Mo Chutian, oh no, this devil, seemed to hate her father.

Sure enough, upon hearing her father's name, the hatred in Mo Chutian's eyes almost turned into substance.

When Jiu'er saw that there was a door, he urgently needed to disturb his mind.

This war has dragged on for a long time, and she wants to end it soon, she wants to make a golden body for her father and help her father find a beautiful mother.

"Mo Chutian, you hate my father so much, is it because you are not as good as my father, are you jealous of him?"

"Oh, my father really looks like Yushu Linfeng, mighty, extraordinary, cold and unparalleled in the world, his face is so cold, dignified and handsome that there is nothing in the world, compared to you, who is neither human nor ghost, male nor female. The child's image is much better."

Little boy? !
Mo Che was vomiting blood, was scolded for the first time, and was ridiculed for being feminine and like a little girl!

He glared at Jiu'er viciously, his eyes wished he could kill her.

When Jing Lichen and Xue Sa heard what she said, they almost failed.

Jiu'er had a serious face, and her big innocent eyes blinked watery: "I know you're envious and jealous of my daddy, you really don't want it, needless to say, I understand you."

"You know what a fart!" Mo Chetian was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say.

"Wow, turned into anger from embarrassment? I got it all right? Why do you say you? Although you are not as good as my dad in everything, you are still better than my dad in one thing."

"Let me sing a song for you." Jiu'er paused, blinked her nimble eyes slyly, and squeezed her throat.

"Chrysanthemum, broken flowers, wounds everywhere..."

"puff--"

Sao Baxing was in high spirits, when he first heard this song, he burst out laughing.

Mo Chutian may not know what a chrysanthemum is, but for him who has been immersed in the earth, he is clear.

(End of this chapter)