What he said actually startled Yun Xia, she turned her head to look at him blankly, and only when she met the pure eyes of the Pope did she realize that this person didn't know the meaning of sleeping together.
Such a pure heart is really rare.
But thanks to this, it was easy to abduct him.
The girl shrugged, not feeling guilty at all, and continued to plan how to bite her neck.
It's not easy to have a meal.
…
After dark.
Things did not go as Yun Xia expected.
A black shadow spread its huge bone wings and gently landed on the highest spire of the temple.
The holy and beautiful temple during the day is only mysterious at night. Occasionally, snow-white pigeons fly across the night sky, and the top of the spire reflects the shimmer.
Helena stopped.
She looked into the distance vigilantly, to make sure that there were no vampires lurking nearby.
The reason why I chose to come to the temple is because the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Besides, she still has a goal here.
Today, Helena was in a trance and shocked for a long time, and was so shocked by the Pope's identity that she couldn't speak, and her mind was full of "how is this possible".
That's Pope St. Cyrus.
Even if she was half immune to light, she would not dare to have the Pope's idea.
But the other party is willing to be the blood servant of the Queen? Helena felt that she could lose to anyone, but only the queen could not!
Her talent is much higher than that of the queen, and she will kill the queen in the future to lead the vampire, so even if she is a vampire, she should have the best.
She thought that the high priest of the temple was the best, and she was proud of it.
But what is it compared with the Pope
Extreme jealousy made Helena restless all day today.
In the afternoon, he was suddenly hunted down by the blood clan.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly, not only escaped, but also passed the news to the insider in the blood clan.
Now, she just needs to increase her strength.
The Pope is naturally the best choice. Just drink his blood.
Since the queen can drink without the immunity of light, then she still has immunity, so she must be able to absorb the blood better.
Helena squinted her eyes, jumped off the spire, and jumped into the temple silently.
She approached the door lightly.
The door was unlocked, and opened with a slight push.
Maybe it's because no one in the temple dared to enter the Pope's room without knocking on the door
So there is no need to lock the door.
Helena thought to herself, and glanced at the doorknob, but a slight strangeness flashed in her heart.
She went in alertly.
Pope Saint Selos was sitting behind the desk, turning the pages of the book with downcast eyes.
His white fingertips slowly brushed over the Braille, his expression appeared calm, his eyes lowered, and that holy beauty looked even more beautiful under the light.
Helena froze for a moment.
An image unconsciously popped up in my mind—in the dim light of the small hotel, under the black hood, the face looked helpless, the slender lips were slightly parted, and the holy face was bewitching for no reason.
That scene was so alluring.
Helena's eyes fell on his neck, and her throat rolled down unconsciously.
Sweet... the smell of blood.
Through the gauze curtain, the Pope suddenly stopped turning the pages, raised his dull eyes, and asked, "Who?"
Hailena gathered herself together, smiled sweetly, walked out from behind the gauze curtain, and said, "It's me...Your Majesty."
She bowed gracefully.
Saint Selos did not speak, slowly lowered his fingers, and sat silently behind the desk.
His expression was peaceful and safe.
(end of this chapter)