She is condescending, and she can see the line of the neck extending down. The small socket in the center of the collarbone is exposed at the neckline, and the lines of the two collarbones are straight and slender.
The sweet smell emanates from there. And the other party's fair and beautiful complexion deepened the temptation of blood a lot.
She couldn't help licking her lips, wishing she could pounce on it now and bite down.
It's like a hungry person who sees delicious food in front of him, but can only look at it.
Yun Xia glanced at the other party.
The current pope is the most legendary pope in the history of the temple.
On the one hand, it is because of the extremely young age.
On the other hand, it is because of talent.
Saint Selos - The name means pure in the teachings, a holy word. And the pope in front of him is the most qualified to use this name.
Because of his illness, his complexion was slightly pale, his slender index finger was slightly curved, and he pressed against his lips, coughing very lightly. Under the light, that fair and slender neck showed a bit of fragility, giving off the slender and fair beauty of a sickly beauty.
But the power of the pope is unfathomable, and he is definitely not like the sick beauty on the surface.
Even if he was blind, Yun Xia restrained his breath very carefully.
She looked curiously at the Pope in front of her.
He sat not far away with lowered eyebrows, as if thinking about her question.
With a beautiful and flawless side face, his expression was neither sad nor happy.
The light shines through his light-colored eyelashes, the teaching robe hangs on the ground, and a silver star-shaped frame hangs from the collarbone, making Yun Xia dare not get too close to him.
Naturally, she can recognize the projected body of the Dao of Heaven at a glance.
When she saw him just after opening the door, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the pope was actually a projection.
After confirming the identity, it's okay to pounce on it and bite it. But the holy artifact he wore made it difficult for the girl of the blood race to approach.
Although, she can resist the bright breath of the Pope's crown.
But the holy artifact is still the nemesis of vampires.
Yun Xia frowned depressingly, and looked around the room, looking for a sharp weapon that could scratch the opponent's skin.
Even if you can't pounce on it and bite it... it's good to find a way to get some blood first to relieve your cravings.
Her eyes fell on the rose bonsai in the corner.
Rose branches have thorns.
Yun Xia glanced at the young man in a snow-white robe, then carefully moved to the side of the bonsai, reached out and plucked a few thorns from the rose vine.
Saint Selos raised his eyes slightly.
Although his eyes were dull, they fell on her direction accurately, his brows were slightly frowned, his expression paused for a moment, the pope's natural power of faith seemed to be able to cleanse the soul, and his voice was calm, and he asked very softly and slowly: " What are you doing?"
"It's nothing, my rose, do you need watering?" Yun Xia put away the spikes.
"No need."
Pope Saint Selos didn't seem to suspect anything, his godless and transparent pupils moved away, and the white fingertips under the robe flicked the book, and answered her question: "The blood race has not fought for hundreds of years. If you catch the blood race, you will not be executed. .”
Yun Xia raised her eyebrows.
The young pope said softly: "The temple can negotiate with the queen to return these vampires. We don't need to exterminate the heretics, as long as they don't harm the people."
He slowly closed the teaching in his hand.
Under the snow-white religious robe, with both hands flat on the teachings, he calmly said: "So, please rest assured, Your Majesty the Queen."
(end of this chapter)