The large black hood covered the collar, making it difficult to see the charming whiteness.
Helena withdrew her gaze, looked around, and asked, "Where is Her Majesty the Queen?"
The other party did not reply.
As if neither saw her nor heard her speak, the slender figure walked straight forward.
Helena's eyes flashed.
He stepped up and followed.
Before getting close to the other party, she smelled the blood on the man's body, which was so tempting. Helena couldn't help but squinted her eyes, and her red eyes stared at the black cloak without blinking.
The blood down here...
I don't know the identity of this blood servant, but his aura is even more attractive than that of the high priest. Before he got close, she felt hungry, and she needed to suppress herself desperately to restrain herself.
Helena naturally did not expect him to be the Pope.
After all, the queen is not immune to light, so how could she drink the pope's blood.
Helena herself, as half of the light immunity, dared not take the Pope's idea.
What's more, it is one thing to want to drink the Pope's blood, but another thing to be able to drink it.
Yesterday the queen said he was her servant.
It is impossible for the pope to cooperate with the queen, would he be willing to be her servant
Because of this, Helena didn't think of Pope Saint Selos at all.
She was just surprised that the bloodline was really charming, and it contained a bright aura. Could it be that they are believers in the temple
She licked her lips, narrowed her eyes, and smiled slightly at the other party: "You came to find gems? Why didn't His Majesty come with you?"
The other party ignored her.
Seeing him like this, Helena slowly approached him, and kept a little distance cautiously.
"There is no direction here, so it's not easy to go out."
As she spoke, she glanced at the person next to her, licked her dry lips, and slowly smiled.
He said softly: "You can't see with your eyes, do you want me to help you?"
As Helena said, she took a step forward and raised her hand to grab the other's wrist.
Saint Selos finally turned his head.
The holy face was calm, the sleeves were brushed away to avoid the woman's touch, and the beautiful and lifeless eyes looked at her.
Helena saw the face under the hood again, fair and beautiful, and those clear eyes looked towards her, reminiscent of the rippling lake water, but with a peaceful coldness.
The next moment, she felt a slight pain in her skin.
The breath of the holy vessel burned the skin, and the pain hit. Helena immediately stepped back, surprised: "Holy vessel? Are you a member of the temple?"
The other party still didn't speak.
Helena didn't dare to get closer, she squinted her eyes, her voice was softer, with a rising tail, with a bit of deliberate seduction, and said softly: "Your Majesty is not here, you don't have to be so nervous."
Saint Thurus glanced at her.
The woman smiled softly, her soft body approaching him.
Although under the threat of the sacred artifact, she did not dare to stick it directly, but the scent of her body lingered, she slowly smiled with her lips curled up in a frivolous voice.
"I will not eat you."
eat
Saint Selos was thoughtful, and slowly said: "You really don't have the ability."
——In the eyes of His Majesty the Pope, what she said about eating is of course superficial. An ordinary vampire wants to drink his own blood, no doubt beyond his control.
He looked back gently, and continued to walk forward with a peaceful expression.
Helena couldn't help but burst out laughing, the end of her gorgeous eyes was raised, her lazy eyes looked a little seductive, she twirled her silver hair with her fingertips, put it on her lips and covered her lips with a chuckle, "Really."
(end of this chapter)