The cause and effect of the matter have been very clear and clear, Ye Fan was not planted in the hands of the high priest, but was controlled by the eye of Horus of Pharaoh Isis, this pharaoh's spiritual power is probably a very rare ox fork, which can easily put down the cultivation master in the late congenital stage, and it is to control another person remotely to achieve this impossible effect.

To put it bluntly, spiritual power is the power of the soul, this kind of power is the most difficult to cultivate, and the divine consciousness of the cultivator belongs to a manifestation of soul power, Ye Fan estimates that in front of Pharaoh Isis, unless he has the opportunity to perform a one-hit killing move, he will inevitably become her puppet!

Such an enemy is too powerful and terrifying, but it is hidden in mysterious Egypt, unknown, Ye Fan doesn't know if there are other people on the earth, like her, hidden in the world.

Pharaoh Isis will also be present at the peace talks, and he will be able to communicate with her in person. The Pope's words brought Ye Fan back to reality.

It seems that in the Pope's opinion, Ye Fan has no suspense in mediating for the two major sects, and will firmly stand on his side.

"Why do you think I'll be there because of Joan of Arc?" Ye Fan stared coldly at the Pope's old face, full of disgust.

"This ...... Will you abandon us?" the Pope hurriedly argued: "In the gladiatorial arena, the Jewish assassination group has taken action against the Emperor, and they have already regarded the Emperor as an enemy and want to vigorously eradicate ......"

Ye Fan squinted his eyes and asked angrily: "Hey, if you don't mention it, forget it, old fellow, is it the news you spread!

"It's not me, it's not me...... I don't know how they got the news, how they got you missing......" The Pope tried his best to defend himself, he really didn't know what was going on.

"You don't know? Gregory, you're still lying! You know what the Jews have in their hands, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Your Excellency, you have wronged me, I only know that Judaism has many secrets that no one knows, but ...... But who knows what they've mastered...... Jerusalem has always excluded races other than Jews, and we have sent many undercover agents, but none of them can penetrate the core, and the Presbyterian assassination team is directly led by nine elders, so it cannot penetrate at all......"

I don't want to listen to your explanation, but I will settle the dispute between the Holy See and the Jews this time, and then I will not owe each other. Ye Fan interrupted him sharply, no matter what, he has to participate in this peace talk, if nothing else, he must get his hands on the four space-time fragments.

The Pope was stunned for a moment before he remembered and nodded his head in thanks, "Yes, thank you." I immediately sent someone to Jerusalem to deliver the request for peace talks. ”

Ye Fan ignored him, turned his head and asked Joan of Arc: "Joan of Arc, do you want to go with me now, or stay here?"

"I ...... I want to know, who my parents are. Joan of Arc suddenly raised her head and looked at the Pope.

The old Pope's face turned red and he stammered, "This ...... The child, your father, is no longer there...... Your mother is a gypsy. ”

"Gypsy ......," Joan of Arc muttered, "where is she?"

"In ...... The city of Palermo in Sicily, her name is Marlena......" the pope sighed, "and your mother gave birth to you and put the swaddling clothes at the entrance of St. Peter's Basilica...... Later, I called for an investigation into her whereabouts, and I found out about her and your father, Giusean......"

"I see. Joan of Arc bowed to him, turned and ran away.

"Child, where are you going?" cried the Pope anxiously after him.

"Go to her and take her to Rome!" Joan of Arc's words echoed through the empty room, causing the old Pope's old face to twitch violently.

Ye Fan stared at him coldly and disappeared from the Pope's sight.

Sicily, located on Dokdo, the southernmost island of Italy, is a place of red lights in Palermo late at night, and the streets are full of wild warblers inviting guests.

A woman with heavy makeup and dark eyes in a revealing gauze skirt leaning against a telephone pole scratches her head at passers-by, squeezing her eyebrows and seducing passing guests loudly.

But her business was obviously inferior to the others, after all, she was almost forty years old, and no matter how much she put on makeup, she could not show her tenderness, and the men preferred young girls and did not care about paying a few more bills.

"Ten euros, only ten euros! Come and have fun, sir!" the woman shouted at a drunken man with a bottle, and even ripped off the clothes on her chest, revealing two white flowers.

The drunk man smiled twice, seemed to be a little tempted, dragged the wine bottle, staggered over, and reached out to grab the woman's chest.

When his hand was only a dozen centimeters away from the woman's chest, he suddenly froze, hanging in the air, and could no longer poke forward, the woman was surprised, and with a bang, the drunk fell back and lay straight on the side of the road.

"Phew! I want to soak the old lady when I drink like this!, a dead drunkard!" the woman spat hatefully, intending to change places and continue to solicit customers.

"I'll pay a hundred euros, you come with me. The voice of a strange man came from the darkness, which suddenly surprised her and made her happy.

The light then illuminated the young man's back, so tall, straight, and handsome!

Marlena was overjoyed, it was really a blessing to meet such a handsome young guy with a generous hand for many years, and it seemed that tonight was her lucky day.

Crossing the street, the women along the way were as numerous as sparrows in the fields, and without exception they all waved and laughed at Marlena, praising her for her good luck in catching the handsome man.

Marlena enjoyed the envy of her long-lost envy, and at this moment she was proud, glorious, and regained her self-confidence, and she even thought that she was still twenty years old, young, beautiful, and full of energy.

The man led her to a hotel, and when she saw this luxurious five-star hotel, Marlena was even more surprised and excited, she knew that she had met a rich man, and such an opportunity was really rare.

She didn't slow down until she followed the guest into a guest room.

"I ...... Shall I take a shower first?" looked around at the furnishings in this suite, and Marlena was a little ashamed of herself.

"No, ma'am, I'm bringing you here because someone wants to see you. Ye Fan closed the door and clapped his palms inside.

"Don't you want to spend the night with me?" Marlena was taken aback, she didn't know who wanted to see her, and she panicked and wanted to run.

The door to the room opened and a young girl dressed in a nun's robe appeared in front of her.

Seeing Joan of Arc, Marlena's heavily makeup face underwent countless changes in a matter of seconds, panic, excitement, pain, despair, struggle...... The expressions were intertwined, and finally she screamed hoarsely, "No—I don't want to see you, go away!

"Marlena, why...... Tell me why you've become like this?" Joan of Arc's red and swollen eyes were filled with tears at this moment, she didn't expect her mother to fall to such a state!

"Why...... Don't ask me why!" Marlena grabbed her hair with her hands and yelled: "I deserve it! I'm lazy! I can't be helped, I'm as good as I can do! Are you satisfied? Get out, get out of here!"

Joan of Arc threw herself over and hugged her mother tightly, "No, you're not, you're my mother, no matter what happens, you're ......"

Two lines of tears flowed from her eyes, taking away Marlena's smoky makeup, and the bitterness and grief that had accumulated over the years welled up from her chest at this moment, and the two of them cried and hugged each other, crying darkly.

Ye Fan lit a cigarette, leaned against the door, and smoked silently, such a scene reminded him of his mother, Yang Bihui was also a person back then, and he was lucky to gain a foothold in the United States after suffering a lot. Joan of Arc's mother, who had a more tragic and unacceptable experience than his mother......

"Come back with me, Mother, if you don't like the Vatican, you can live in Rome. The mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried for a while, and Joan of Arc raised her face and begged her.

"No, I can't go with you, I'll hurt you!" Marlena shook her head desperately, crying and said: "You are a holy woman of the Holy See, you shouldn't have a mother like me, the believers will oppose you, I can't ruin your reputation, your life is ......"

"I'd rather not have this title, I just want you to live with me. Zhenda took her hand and pleaded loudly: "Come back with me, I will raise you!"

Marlena shook off Joan of Arc's hand and shouted angrily, "Why don't you understand? The world won't change for you! Go back and don't come here again." ”

"You are wrong, ma'am, if you dare not think or do it, of course the world will not change for you. Ye Fan really couldn't look past it, so he interjected.

"Dare to think and dare to do? hahaha...... Who are you? Why do you say that? Can you change the past? Can you make me a girl? I'm a dirty, ugly woman that even drunkards don't want to touch! I'm only worth ten dollars! Ten dollars a night!" Marlena waved her hands and screamed madly in the room, kicked off her cheap heels, and went crazy barefoot.

This gypsy woman, who has been ravaged by life, has long been corroded physically and mentally, even if she returns to normal society, she has no way to live, she can't get rid of the shadow of the past.

Ye Fan stared at her for a long time, stepped on the cigarette butt and said in a deep voice: "I can! I can make you back to girlhood." ”

Not only was Marlena stunned, but Joan of Arc also raised her little face, not knowing if Ye Fan's words were out of comfort, or if he could really do it.

"Madam, take this pill and you will get what you want. Ye Fan took out the Yongyan Pill and handed it to Marlena.

"You didn't lie to me, what is it?" The woman had been deceived so many times that she was suspicious of everything and distrusted him.

Ye Fan said lightly: "The elixir of rejuvenation, eat it, you will say goodbye to the past completely." ”

"Mother, believe him and eat it. When Joan of Arc heard this, she immediately helped to persuade her. She believes in Ye Fan's ability, and it is impossible to fool people casually.

Marlena was still skeptical, and hesitated for a long time before reluctantly nodding: "Okay, I hope it's not poison." ”

Ye Fan shook his head and cried and laughed, this Yongyan Pill was priceless, but she thought that it might be poison, if it weren't for the fact that she was Joan of Arc's mother, she would never have gotten this opportunity to defy the sky.

Seeing that Marlena swallowed the Yongyan Pill, Ye Fan waved his hand: "Joan of Arc, take your mother to the bathroom!"

After taking Yongyan Dan, many toxins and filth will be discharged, and Marlena has lived in the dirty world at the bottom for so many years, surviving in the cracks, and suffering a lot, and she must go through some washing before she can be reborn.