The source of all their pain in their lives was because of the surname Ouruo, so this surname was buried forever. After his death, there was no one from the Ouruo family in the world.

The end of all chaos and hatred ends today.

As for Qin Yuling in the future, he will be protected by the God of Death, and Ye Weilan and Ye Yan have their own lovers, so they will live a good life.

...

Ou Ruoqinghan came back from his memories, and the mask of the God of Death in front of him suddenly became clear. He realized that the fire around him had been destroyed at some point, and the sky had turned white. This noble temple had collapsed and destroyed.

Only the sea of ​​roses that were still blooming in full swing were left, swaying in the cold wind.

Ou Ruoqinghan turned around and walked out, his light tone cooler than the rain: "These are nothing more important. If you take Ou Ruoqiong away, in the future... that child will need her..."

The god of death looked at his back gradually distant, and the red eyes behind the mask became deeper and deeper as a sea of ​​blood.

...

The entire Eugen became desolate.

He walked forward in the mess of blood, turned a blind eye to the corpses under his feet, and fell to the quaint buildings on the ground, emitting the vicissitudes and sadness that only a thousand-year-old family had.

He walked step by step to the highest observation deck of the Holy See. Many believers who come to pray every day have come. They stand outside and watch the beautiful buildings that disappear overnight. From a distance, they can smell the bloody smell of the air, and they all become confused.

Once the thousand-story building collapses, few people can accept this kind of gap.

They looked around in a daze and asked each other what was going on.

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

Until the whiteness appears in sight.

It was a pure and extremely white, even more transparent than snowflakes, just like that person's skin, pale and transparent, handsome and noble face, deep eyes, slender eyelashes than women, and deep and noble appearance, making people almost feel relieved to the soil after a glance.

The confused believers had a cry of joy on their faces, as if the drowning man suddenly grabbed the last straw. They ran by and quickly gathered below the observation deceased like ants. Looking at the people on the stage devoutly, many of them had tears on their faces. They shouted in a crying voice: "Your Majesty!"

Shocking sounds, waves, and endlessly.

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

He was trained as the next pope since childhood. His behavior, every word and action must be consistent with the pope's identity, always elegant and noble, always light in appearance, and always compassionate with the world...

The Pope is a puppet without emotion. He cannot laugh or cry, and he cannot lose his composure at all...

He never wanted to be a pope since he was a child.

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

His biggest wish since childhood was to one day get rid of the shackles of this identity and live freely...

This wish may be realized soon.

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Chapter completed!