The source of all the pain in their lives is because of the surname Ou Ruo, so this surname will be buried forever, and after his death, there will be no one in the Ou Ruo family in the world.

The end of all chaos and hatred ends today.

As for the future, Qin Yuling will be protected by death, Ye Weilan and Ye Yan will have their own lovers, and they will live well.

……

Ou Ruo came back to his senses from his memories, and the mask of death in front of him suddenly became clear, and he found that the fire around him had been extinguished for some time, and the sky was white, and this noble temple had completely collapsed and collapsed.

Only the sea of roses that was still in full bloom remained, swaying in the cold wind.

Ou Ruo turned around and walked out, his light tone was cooler than the rain: "None of this is important, you take Ou Ruoqiong away, ...... in the future That kid is going to need her......"

The Grim Reaper looked at his back in the distance, and the red eyes behind the mask became deeper and deeper like a sea of blood.

……

The whole of Oitin became desolate.

He walked forward with a mess of blood, ignoring the corpses at his feet, and fell to the quaint building on the ground, exuding the vicissitudes and sadness that only a thousand-year-old family can have.

Step by step, he walked up to the highest observatory of the Holy See, and many of the believers who came to pray every day had already come, standing on the periphery and looking at the beautiful buildings that disappeared overnight, and from afar, they could smell the general smell of blood in the air, and they were all at a loss.

The thousand-story building collapsed in one fell swoop, and few people accepted this kind of drop.

They looked around blankly, asking each other what was going on.

None of the clergy of the past appeared, and this once noble place was suddenly desolate and terrifying.

Until that white appeared in the line of sight.

It was a pure white, more transparent than snowflakes, like that person's skin, pale and transparent, handsome and noble face, deep eyes, eyelashes longer than a woman's, deep and noble appearance, making people look almost into the dirt.

The dazed believers, with expressions of joy and tears on their faces, like drowning people suddenly grasping the last straw, they rushed by, like ants, quickly gathered at the bottom of the lookout, looking at the people on the platform reverently, many of them had tears on their faces, and they shouted in a crying voice: "Your Majesty! ”

Shocking sounds, waves generally rise and fall, for a long time.

Ou Ruo looked at the thousands of believers below, and at this moment there was boundless irony in his heart, they believed in him so much, but what could he give them?

Cultivated as the next pope since childhood, his behavior, every word and deed must echo the identity of the pope, forever elegant and noble, always light-faced, and always compassionate......

The Pope is an emotionless puppet, unable to laugh, cry, or lose the slightest gaffe......

From an early age he did not want to be a pope.

After meeting Qin Yuling, he didn't want to be the pope even more.

His greatest wish since he was a child is that one day he can get rid of the shackles of this identity and live freely......

This wish may soon come true.

……

The shouts like thunder gods in the square, because there was no shelter, quickly reached Ye Weilan's ears.