Yun Xia blinked her eyes, her eyes lit up for a moment, she licked her lips, looked expectantly at the other party's fair neck, and then glanced at the star-shaped sacred vessel in the delicate collarbone.
"If you take off the sacred vessel, I can bite it. Don't worry, I will only take one bite... I won't drink a lot of blood." She glanced at the sacred vessel.
Saint Selos put down his hand, the teaching in his hand floated up, and gently landed on the stage in front of him, while his expression was neither sad nor happy, he stood quietly, and his voice was soft and pleasant: "The prayer has only been completed for one day, today I can only give you a little."
Well.
Yun Xia was a little disappointed. It seemed that the other party refused to let her bite her neck, and only planned to give her wrist or finger blood.
But just a little bit, it’s good to satisfy your hunger.
She glanced at Saint Selos's hanging fingers, which were white and slender, with well-defined knuckles.
The Pope lowered his eyes and raised his fingertips slightly. In the sunlight, his whiteness seemed to be transparent.
As the pope, blood is a fatal temptation for the blood race, but no blood race has ever dared to take the Pope's idea. Saint Selos naturally has no experience in feeding blood.
If he hadn't thought about it before, he would agree to feed his blood to the vampire one day.
The current situation is naturally unfamiliar.
The pope raised his eyelashes, his clear and clear pupils silently stared forward without focus, so pure that they could almost be called innocent, and asked the other party: "Do you need any container to hold it in, a cup?"
The blood girl licked her small fangs, "No, I don't need a container, I can bite myself."
If she didn't bite it herself, it would reduce the taste of eating a little, so she didn't want to use the container, and she didn't want to put the blood in the container and drink it.
She wants to bite.
Yun Xia stretched out her hand and grabbed the hanging snow-white robe with her small hand. Although this movement was small, it was bold enough for the Pope who never came into contact with anyone. Saint Selos paused slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and frowned silently.
His slender and thick eyelashes blinked lightly, and the pale eyelashes in the sun also dyed a bit of sacredness. The Pope raised his hand, and gently held his white fingertips in front of Yun Xia.
The person in the snow-white religious robe lowered his eyes, stood in the bright light, and raised his finger, as if the gods offered salvation to the believers.
The scene is like a sacred mural.
"Bite." His Excellency Pope's eyelashes drooped.
The girl who couldn't hold back her hunger for a long time showed two small fangs on her lips, and the potion couldn't suppress it, and her eyes returned to the crimson color. Bite on it bluntly.
It is a holy and pure light breath.
The soft lips touched the fingertips, and the small fangs rubbed lightly on the white fingertips, as if unable to restrain the joy, he opened his mouth and bit the fingertips in the next second, but the expected pain did not come, because after biting After it was broken, the other party pressed against him softly, and opened his mouth to swallow the blood bead completely.
The bright red lips fit against the snow-white fingertips.
As if an electric current rushed up from his fingertips to his body, Saint Selos frowned slightly, and there was a trace of inexplicability in his godless and pure eyes. He pursed his thin lips, which were as pale as petals.
Although she is blind and unable to see, her senses are very keen. The blood girl seems to be really hungry. Holding her snow-white fingers in both hands, as if those few drops of blood are delicious food, she lowers her head and bites her fingertips. All sucked clean.
(end of this chapter)