Helena unconsciously revealed an anxious expression, leaning forward slightly, staring straight at the slender white hand, biting her lips lightly with her fangs, and showing a hint of hunger in her eyes.
She had obviously eaten not long ago.
Who the hell is he? How could blood have such a strong attraction.
Helena could only force herself to look away, her neck rolled, and she suppressed the desire to eat.
The little bat happily gnawed on its fingers.
Saint Selos lowered his eyes.
Although he couldn't see it with his godless eyes, he felt the nibbling of his fingertips. He blinked his slender eyelashes and lowered his eyes peacefully.
Helena collected herself, smiled, and took a step forward: "Is it your pet?"
Hearing the words, the little bat seemed to understand, spread its bone wings to protect the Pope's index finger, and sucked it into his arms, preventing the other party from seeing the blood beads.
The Pope raised his eyebrows when he noticed its movement.
Helena didn't pay attention to the bat, and stared straight at Saint Seros, deliberately approaching him to make the aroma more intense.
She discussed softly: "You are willing to feed pet blood, so...can you let me drink some too? Witch Gu gems are not easy to subdue. I drink blood and become stronger, so I can help you."
Saint Cyrus remained silent.
The woman continued sweetly and softly: "I only drink a little, I promise to drink less than that bat. I'm also a little hungry..."
She deliberately raised her sleeves to let the smell of the potion disperse.
The person wearing a hood not far away really raised his head and looked towards her.
Helena smiled.
However, the other party turned his head again, the exquisite eyebrows under the cloak were slightly frowned, and his voice was calm: "I am the blood servant of Her Majesty the Queen."
The voice is clear, without any emotion in the tone.
Helena rolled her eyes, and stepped forward with a smile, "The blood servants can also be shared. I am His Majesty's most loyal subordinate. If Your Majesty is happy with your high-quality blood, maybe he will give it to me." Enjoy some."
Her voice is seductive: "Besides, His Majesty is not here, so I won't know."
Saint Selos put back the little bat that was full, and said softly, "I warn you one last time."
He turned and continued walking forward.
Helena frowned, not knowing what he meant by this sentence, she raised her foot and chased after him.
She reached out and tentatively grabbed the other's sleeve.
The result is the next second.
The golden light flashed, she panicked and quickly backed away, but was still pinned to her collar by the holy weapon dagger, before she could react, the holy light stabbed her cheek, and she was completely nailed to the tree behind her.
Helena stared wide-eyed, with a trace of horror in her expression, looking at the figure in front of her in disbelief.
The man stood peacefully not far away.
Several sacred objects surrounded the Pope, and the golden light even diluted the thick fog, showing the inviolability and profanity of the sacred.
He tilted his head slightly.
His eyes were dull, and his voice was extremely slow, "The temple and the blood race have not signed a peace agreement. I will warn you for the last time. If you get so close to me, I can kill you here."
Saint Selos took a step forward slowly.
The pope's usual calmness seemed to have turned into coldness at this moment. He raised his hood slightly, revealing a pair of light brown pupils.
Being looked at by those eyes without focus, Helena felt that her whole body seemed to be on fire, and the scorching pain hit her brain. She heard a soft voice, calm and breezy.
"I told you, I belong to her."
(end of this chapter)