Perhaps because he was old and had lost sight of many things, Dean Xiuhe, who was nearly eighty years old, walked all the way from between the two rows of benches with a faint expression.

Maybe it was because of the old dizziness, Dean Xiuhe helped his glasses, with some doubt in his eyes, staring at Count LeBron who was lying on the ground on his side in front of him.

Yang Chen, who was sitting on the bench, slowly turned his head and stopped looking at her, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, shook out two, handed one to Bai Wuchang, and lit a fire in his mouth and smoked it.

Spat out smoke at the statue of the Cross of the God of Light directly above, and handed the lighter to Bai Wuchang, who was sitting side by side.

After Bai Wuchang lit a cigarette, he easily inserted the lighter back into Yang Chen's pocket, his eyes kept staring at Dean Xiuhe, who was walking slowly, and from the other party's face, he wondered what she looked like when she had an affair with Count LeBron forty years ago.

Bai Wuchang felt that this trip was really not in vain, not to mention the things about the blood clan, and inadvertently knew such a secret.

He thought that when he was old, he would not feel that he had wasted his life, and he could tell his grandchildren about his legendary experience, and he could imagine how adoring his grandchildren would look at him.

After dean Xiuhe bypassed Count Lebron on the ground, he faced the crucified God of Light, his hands clenched together, not knowing what he was muttering and praying.

When she finished praying and drawing the cross, Yang Chen puffed out the smoke and asked lightly, "Dean Xiuhe, don't you have anything to say to the people under your feet?" ”

Dean Xiu He ignored him and turned to look at Count LeBron at his feet.

Slowly knelt down, stroked Count LeBron's face with trembling hands, and sighed: "Is it you?" LeBron, is it really you? ”

Seeing his wrinkled hands caressing him, Count LeBron subconsciously shrank his head back, and said with difficulty in his throat: "Xiuhe, save me!" ”

"You're still so young, but I'm old." Dean Xiuhe stroked his face and smiled slightly, "Didn't you say you were leaving this city back then?" You didn't leave here, you turned out to be a Bloodliner. ”

Count LeBron was speechless, but the corners of Bai Wuchang's mouth showed sarcasm: "Lord Dean, not only did he not leave here, but he has been keeping in touch with the younger generation of your convent, and several strange deaths are good deeds he has done. ”

Dean Xiu He shook his head slightly, slowly got up again, walked to Yang Chen, who was sitting on his legs, bowed and said, "Lord Bishop, I want to confess to you. ”

Yang Chen shook his head and said: "There's no need to confess to me, I don't think you did anything wrong back then, I can understand, at most it was a small mistake." ”

Dean Xiu He bowed down and said, "I have brought an indelible shame to the entire Bright Organization, but I know that as a bishopric cardinal of the organization, the Bishop will definitely safeguard the honor of the organization and the honor of the Eiffel Monastery. After bowing repeatedly, he turned around and slowly left.

After she left, Bai Wuchang was stunned and said, "What does she mean by this, do you want you to help her keep it secret?" ”

"There's always a price to pay for doing something wrong." Yang Chen sighed softly, glanced at Count LeBron on the ground, and frowned, he knew a lot of things from the mouth of this earl, but there was not much useful news for him.