Leaning her back against the pillar, Yun Xia had to stand on tiptoe, staring blankly at the holy face in front of her, even her eyelashes were the color of sunshine, not far away from her, as if she could touch those translucent eyes just by standing on tiptoe. Beautiful eyes.
And the Pope's eyes, which were always calm, stared at her silently at this time, because they were so blind that they were out of focus, but they could still clearly detect the bland and extremely cold meaning in them.
The blood girl tilted her head, and instead of answering the question, she narrowed her eyes and asked him, "Why are you asking this?"
The Pope lowered his eyelashes in silence, pursed his thin lips, and moved his light brown eyes away.
He lowered his voice, thought for a few seconds, and said quietly: "I want to know."
The girl slightly raised the corners of her lips, revealing her dimples, and slowly put her hands up and put them on the man's neck.
She stared at that fair neck, and asked leisurely: "Why do you want to?"
St. Selos's neck was suddenly held by her, and he was slightly taken aback.
The Pope of the Temple, who was wearing a snow-white robe, was standing in front of the vampire queen, with her neck held on tiptoe. The purple dress and the snow-white robe were intertwined, and the fragrance of roses lingered.
The Pope slowly blinked his eyes, his eyes were pure, he simply lowered his head, frowned and replied softly: "... I don't know."
do not know why.
But just now, when he heard the other party keep mentioning the human monarch and praising the king's blood, he felt a little...
indescribable.
St. Selos frowned exquisitely, lowered his hand against the pillar, slowly touched it, and took her two soft hands.
Ask: "Which one did he touch?"
The girl was innocent, "The lips didn't touch me, so I took them back. But he took this one." She obediently passed her hand that was held.
Saint Selos lowered his eyes.
The pure and bright aura belonging to the Pope permeated from the slender fingers, completely enveloping the girl's hand, completely washing away the other person's aura, and then quietly covering her own.
Saint Selos loosened her brows slightly, let go of her hand, slowly raised her eyes, and warned: "From now on, stay away from others."
Yun Xia withdrew her hand that was stained with bright breath, looked left and right, and said curiously: "Wow, what kind of spell is this? Now it's full of the breath of the crown."
Saint Selos hummed, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, with his snow-white robes hanging on the ground, he turned around and went back to the creed bookshelf.
He lowered his long pale eyelashes.
Flipping the pages of the book with her fingers, she finally pursed her lips and asked softly, "You...will drink his blood?"
His fingertips rested on the book, but his eyelashes drooped, silently waiting for the answer.
The mood is vaguely a little irritable.
As the pope, I have peace of mind, which I have never felt before.
With his back to the girl, the Pope raised his slender hand, gently pressed his heart under the robe, and frowned.
When Yun Xia heard this, she was going to say that she didn't know how to drink, but she suddenly remembered something, stopped talking, thought about it, raised her eyebrows and said:
"Well... I can't be hungry all the time. I have time to ask him. If he is willing, I don't have to be hungry. "
She smiled slowly, satisfied with her wit, and looked expectantly.
Saint Thurus stared at the page.
As if there was no reaction at all.
But because he was blind, he couldn't see anything when he stared at the pages of the book. His whole body was just stiff, and his fingertips stopped on that page and he didn't turn it for a long time.
a long time.
He gently closed the doctrine.
(end of this chapter)