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. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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,

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