In the middle of the night in the city of Rome, the moon was high and the night sky was clear, but suddenly the wind and clouds surged, lightning and thunder, and a downpour of rain came unexpectedly.

The sky is crisscrossed by lightning and thunder, thundering like war drums, and the sound of the golden iron horse is endless, as if to indicate that a feverish war is being fought somewhere.

The rain rained incessantly, in torrential winds for two or three hours, washing over the city as much as it could.

Prostrate in front of a window in the Papal Palace, Pope Gregory XVII held the cross in one hand, looked up at the dark night sky that was then lit by lightning from time to time, and prayed on his knees in a trembling voice: "Forgive your servant, my lord, for such blasphemy for the eternal existence of the Sanctuary, my sins are unforgivable......

"Old thing, do you still know repentance!?" A cold and angry question suddenly came into his ears, and the Pope shuddered and raised his face in horror.

Click!

A bolt of lightning illuminated the figure standing by the window, and at the sight of this face, this man, the Pope's old eyes widened in horror, and he involuntarily leaned back, and the cross in his hand also fell to the floor.

It's him! How is he?

This person is the object of the Pope's calculations, at the moment shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans, leaning against the window with his arms crossed and staring at himself coldly!

"Ah...... You, how did you get in?" the Pope stumbled, losing his manners.

"How did you get in? You come to Lao Tzu and say!" Ye Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed the Pope in front of him through the air and grabbed his shirt.

The Pope, whose strength was no less than that of the Innate Realm monks, didn't even have a chance to dodge, so he was carried under Ye Fan's nose.

"Don't, don't be rude, if you have something to say!" the old man waved his hand and begged for mercy.

"Why didn't you say it before? Old horseman, you are such a hypocrisy! How could Joan of Arc mess with someone like you?"

"This ...... This is really a helpless move...... If you had agreed earlier, I wouldn't have wronged Joan of Arc in this way......"

"Wronged Joan of Arc, do you mean I'm not worthy of her, and blame me?"

"No, no, no, you extinguish the fire, I mean...... She's still a kid......"

"Fuck your sister!" Ye Fan threw the Pope away, smashing his teeth and grinning.

Ye Fan Tie approached step by step with a blue face, "She is only sixteen years old, you know that she is young, but you dare to move this idea, old guy, you are really human-faced and beast-hearted, God can't save you!"

"Yes, it's my fault, I'm sorry Joan of Arc, I'm sorry for her...... She is my favorite child...... She...... She's actually my granddaughter......" The Pope sat down on the floor, pounding his chest and kicking his feet, and began to cry.

This accidentally discovered secret made Ye Fan also confused for a moment, but he didn't expect Joan of Arc to be the granddaughter of the old guy! It turns out that he also has an illegitimate child?

His eyes glanced towards the door, and he pointed at Gregory and shouted: "The tears you shed now are the water that you have in your head before! Thinking of this method, you are simply hopeless! Not worthy of sympathy! How can there be a grandfather like you in the world! You are really not worthy to be a pope! Be an elder!"

"Yes, I am not worthy, I am ashamed of Joan of Arc, I am ashamed of the Lord...... But you have not thought from my place that the former glory of the Holy See is about to be annihilated, and the Jewish Presbyterians will take possession of our holy relics, and if we cannot recover them, I will ...... I will become a sinner for the ages of the Holy See......" The Pope covered his face and wept bitterly, full of tears, completely a desperate and down-and-out old man, without a trace of the Pope's momentum at all.

"For the sake of the reputation of the Holy See, you can sacrifice me and everything, right?" came a trembling girl's voice at the door of the dark room.

The Pope's weeping eyes were glazed, and in the darkness, the delicate figure shook his eyes and his heart.

Joan of Arc ......

Joan of Arc moved slowly, and from there, the candlelight illuminated her tearful face.

She was wearing a black robe, barefoot, and there seemed to be a little bruise on her white calves, and she had a little trouble walking......

When Joan of Arc walked up to him, the Pope slowly got up and stood up, but with a thud he fell to his knees and fell to her feet!

The Christian Pope, the Lord of the Vatican, who has thousands of glorious titles, is kneeling in front of a little girl at the feet of his granddaughter!

Joan of Arc stood there, weeping silently. She didn't cry because she lost her body, but because she was calculated, calculated by the person she trusted the most, and this person turned out to be her relative, her grandfather!

"Joan of Arc, grandfather is sorry for you......"

Looking down at the old man, Joan of Arc's hatred could no longer hold on, and she fell to the floor, also knelt before the Pope, and hugged Gregory's head, allowing him to weep bitterly in her chest.

Ye Fan didn't turn his head, and most of his anger dissipated silently because of the kneeling of the two.

"Alas!" with a long sigh, he still felt like a dream, confused, and was calculated by this old fellow, is this a bargain, or is it a blood mold?

Half an hour ago, when he woke up, he found that he had lost to the Egyptian, and that glance made him completely defeated, unable to parry.

What's even more infuriating is that he and Joan of Arc are lying on the same bed, and everything that should be done between men and women is done!

In fact, this kind of thing is not a big deal, and it is not enough to seek death and life, but it feels very unpleasant to be plotted by others, and it is extremely unpleasant! Speaking of conscience, Ye Fan has no special thoughts about Joan of Arc, and has always regarded her as the object of ridicule and ridicule, and has never thought about this kind of relationship at all. Helplessly, the big mistake has been made, the boat capsized in the hands of an Egyptian, thinking about it, the Pope is the most suspicious, so he can only pull Joan of Arc to ask him about the guilt, and by the way, ask about the situation!

"Child, I'm sorry for you, can you forgive me?" After a long pause, the Pope and Joan of Arc finally calmed down and stood up.

"Don't say it......" Joan of Arc bit her lip and shook her head, "I'm not a saint anymore, not even a nun, I'm ...... I can't stay in the Vatican anymore......"

"Who said you weren't a saint?" Ye Fan turned his head suddenly, opened his eyes, and said loudly: "You are a saintess, you were in the past, you are now, and you will still be in the future, who dares to say half a word, I cut his tongue!"

This guy, his own woman, immediately began to protect his short.

"Yes, Joan of Arc, no one will know about this, I can guarantee it......" The Pope also wiped away his tears and began to promise, "You still stay in the Vatican, of course, if you want to leave at any time, you can do so at any time, this is your home......"

Joan of Arc opened her red and swollen eyes, looked at Ye Fan, and lowered her little head.

"You're going to please people, old fellow, what's the matter with that Egyptian priest?" Ye Fan snorted coldly and interrogated him.

"Do you mean the high priest of Bedouis?" said the pope, "I actually asked an old friend for this matter......

"What old friend? I think it's for the tiger!"

"Well, it's the Pharaoh of Egypt......" the Pope cheekily explained, "His Majesty Pharaoh Isis......"

"Woman?" Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, the pharaoh still has a woman? No, isn't this pharaoh lying in the pyramid mausoleum?

The Pope nodded and said, "Yes, to be exact, Her Majesty Queen Isis, she is the pharaoh of the temple of Egypt today, with a noble status, but she rarely shows up. ”

"You want her to send someone to plot against me?What's the matter with that Bedouis? What's the name of his vertical eye?"

"It's the Eye of Horus. Before the Pope could speak, Joan of Arc whispered the truth.

"Yes, the Eye of Horus, an ancient Egyptian mystic. The Pope then added: "The Eye of Horus ignores any obstacles, as long as it is seen by this divine eye, it will definitely be controlled, it is said that this is the eye of the ancient Egyptian gods, and the spiritual power is particularly powerful, I don't know much about the specific situation." ”

Ye Fan pondered for a moment, it seems that not only the ancient East has the secret art of cultivating the truth, but the civilizations in other places are also worthy of awe, the world is so big, there are no surprises!

"That pharaoh should have been turned into a dry corpse, why did it exist?" he then asked a second question.

The Pope paused, organized the language a little, and patiently explained: "The Egyptian temple is equivalent to the Vatican in Egypt, that is the source of their faith, the pharaoh not only exists in ancient Egypt, some powerful pharaohs can achieve spiritual immortality through mysterious rituals, passed on from generation to generation, just like your Oriental soul resurrection technique." The simplest example, the reincarnation system of living Buddhas in Tibet, is similar to the lineage of the pharaohs. ”

Ye Fan's heart was shocked when he heard this, and there were two essences in his eyes, so it turned out that this was the case! In this way, the Egyptian pharaoh also possessed Su Hui! And not only two or three lives, but even very likely to have reached an unprecedented level, since five thousand years ago, she has been constantly reincarnated and reborn, if this is the case, then to what extent has her wisdom accumulated?

Just thinking about it makes me feel terrifying!