Looking down at the three people who fell under the throne, Ye Fan cleared his throat, picked up the tone of the magic stick, and said lazily: "What's that, let's be flat!"

Bahamat and the Pope looked at each other, and the two old men, who were more than one hundred and fifty years old together, slowly got up while saying words of thanks to the saints. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three elders also got up, their eyebrows lowered and their eyes were pleasing to their eyes, not daring to raise their heads to look directly at their saint.

"Since you respect me as a saint, I won't shirk it......" Ye Fan gradually entered the role, and announced in a loud voice: "The Shroud of Jesus originally belonged to the Vatican, and it is useless for you Judaism to keep it, and it is better to return it to its original owner." As for the other holy relics, I don't think it would be better to change places every year and take turns to display them to the believers to pay respects to! Wouldn't it be perfect that Jerusalem and the Vatican should no longer have any more disputes from this day onwards, and that everyone should coexist peacefully?"

"Yes, the oracle of the Messiah, which we will keep!" Bahamat had no trace of arrogance or disobedience, and what he had established was eternal faith!

"The Vatican also follows the saint's arrangement. The old man of the Pope was proud in his heart, and this peace talk could finally end smoothly.

It was a lot of twists and turns, and the result was completely unexpected.

"Bahamat, there are a few more things that I will talk to you about separately. Ye Fan thought of the fragments of time and space, and this time he also asked for it.

The Great Elder bowed yes and stepped aside.

Ye Fan pulled Isis down from Wang Yuan and waved his hand like a great man, "Disperse the meeting!"

The guests witnessed this grand event that can go down in history, and they returned with joy, and gradually only the heads of the two religions and their own people were left in the hall.

Oh, and the black chieftain Zuma.

Looking at Zuma's hesitant and timid appearance, Ye Fan smiled and said, "You still don't want to leave? ”

"That...... Saint, can I take my ring with me?" said Zuma, grinning, revealing two rows of flattering white teeth.

"If you don't want to take it away, throw it in the trash!"

Ye Fan was not interested in these broken rings at all, but Chief Zuma didn't dare to take them, and he was reluctant to leave, so he left them until the end.

"I'll only take half of it, half of it will be fine!" Even if Ye Fan agreed with him to take the ring, Zuma still had no bottom in his heart and didn't dare to be greedy.

"Hmm, what do you mean by the rest of these?" Ye Fan glanced at the remaining five golden rings of power.

Zuma hurriedly accompanied the smiling face and carefully explained: "Saint, this is a small gift to you, the vast southern Africa, there will be 1.4 million square kilometers of land, which belongs to you. ”

He began to curry favor with this uncle, and was respected by the two major sects as a common saint, and he was given the Zen concession of Isis, looking at the world, who would dare to be disrespectful to Ye Fan in the future?

Chief Zuma speculated that Ye Fan would become the most powerful man in the world, and that he would not sit idly by in the event of a problem with his own rule in the future.

In war-torn Africa, where no one can say what the future holds, Chief Zuma has always feared that he will follow in Gaddafi's footsteps, and now he has to hold on to the tree.

"1.4 million square kilometers? Haha, isn't that the area of a medium-sized country?" Ye Fan smiled

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