No matter what the Elders did, whether it is public or private, such large-scale bleeding and casualties will never happen.

Once it reaches the ears of the people, the impact it will cause is immeasurable.

At this time, no matter who has a grudge against the elders or who has no grudges, it is rare to stand on the united front.

Unfortunately, they came one step late, Ou Ruoqinghan was not in the temple. As for where he went, the God Service only replied three words.

have no idea.

The pope could not be found, and a group of people rushed towards the direction of the Presbyterian Church.

...

At this time, Ou Ruoqinghan was walking with Xiaoxue in the rose garden in the temple.

The sea of ​​roses with magnificent colors is boundless and endless. There is no end to see at first sight. The air is filled with a clear fragrance of flowers, which is pleasant. When the wind blows, the big roses tremble with graceful buds, like a shy beauty, delicate and charming.

"Grandpa, it's so beautiful here."

Ou Ruoqinghan gently said "Yeah": "These flowers are planted by your grandmother, she likes roses the most."

Xiaoxue raised her white face and her voice soft and tender: "Grandpa, why hasn't grandma ever appeared?" Her mother told her that she had a few grandpas and a few grandmas. Fortunately, the little girl was smart enough and didn't mess it up.

Ou Ruoqinghan looked at the child's clear big eyes and his light smile became a little sad: "I don't know this grandfather, but Xiaoxue must remember that grandma is a good woman and she will love you very much, so don't be like your dad and mommy. She always thinks grandma is not good, do you know?"

Xiaoxue nodded obediently.

Ou Ruoqinghan turned his eyes and looked at the direction of the Presbyterian Church. A light look flashed through a ray of ripples. The wind blew his white black hair, and he was inexplicably lonely. Liao Ruo picked up the child on the ground: "It's wind blowing, let's go back."

Xiaoxue obediently erected his neck, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes bent: "Grandpa, Xiaoxue tells you a story. There was a big bad wolf in the past. It wanted to eat a little white rabbit..."

The snow-white clothes brushed through the flowers, and the child's tender and crisp voice gradually faded away.

...

Bullets were shot at the people here. They opened their eyes wide and didn't even have time to speak. The sound of bullets sank into their bodies one after another. Red blood flowers splattered everywhere, and no one could escape. The screams and shouts sounded extremely shrill.

The elder opened his eyes wide and rolled to the ground. He spasmed and twitched, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. His thin fingertips held the ground unwillingly, as if he wanted to catch something.

In the hazy gaze, Ou Ruoqinghan's face suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, as light as snow, as holy and noble as ever, without any unnecessary emotions.

"The Pope is just talking about it... What did we do in the last twenty years have not been settled in the end? When we used the trick to burn that woman to death, he was so angry that he didn't dare to do anything to us... He didn't dare!"

The old face that was frequently dying suddenly became ferocious and distorted. Perhaps only when people give up their self-righteousness and arrogance before they die can they gradually see something clearly.

He is not unresentful!
Chapter completed!