Looking at his face, Helena squinted her eyes, raised her hand unconsciously, and touched the fangs that had protruded from her lips, her red lips curled into a smile.
She walked over slowly and gracefully, bent down and saluted again:
"I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were His Majesty the Pope..." The woman's voice was soft, and she deliberately said the word Pope in a soft and tender way, as if it contained boundless tenderness. smiled.
"I came here specially today to see Your Majesty, because I have something to ask for."
The woman walked forward gracefully, her waist was slender, she bent over the desk, and her breath approached the holy face of the Pope.
Boldly, she approached tentatively, preparing to leave a lip print on Saint Selos's lips like teasing other men.
Saint Selos didn't respond to her approaching, his blank eyes were staring forward, and his fingers were still resting lightly on the page.
The woman still couldn't get close.
Several holy artifacts surrounded her silently.
She looked at the holy artifact with a delicate expression, pulled a charming smile, and said softly: "Your Majesty, if you have something to say, why bother to do it..."
She paused, and licked the corners of her lips, "I can double everything the Queen gives you, so why are you obsessed with her?"
Saint Selos slowly got up from behind the desk.
Helena blinked and watched him walk slowly to the inner door.
She was surrounded by sacristy pointed at her, so she dared not move, thinking about how to persuade the Pope.
But the next second, she froze.
On the white bed in the middle, there was a little vampire curled up at this moment.
Silver hair hangs down from her cheeks, her beautiful facial features are soft, and she is sleeping soundly under the thin quilt, her bright red lips reveal small fangs and a dimple.
Helena's eyes widened, and she was jealous and horrified for a moment. She never expected that the Pope would allow the blood race to sleep in his room.
And a bed
What is their relationship
Helena felt more and more uneasy when she thought of the unlocked door when she just came in. She turned her head and wanted to leave here, but she couldn't move because of the sacred artifacts surrounding her.
The pope had already entered the room.
He stopped by the bed, drooping his eyes for a while, and realized that the girl was sleeping soundly, so he couldn't help raising his brows slightly, and leaned over.
Helena opened her eyes wide in horror, and saw that the majestic God of Light—the legendary Pope Saint Seros leaned over to touch the girl's lips.
Such a holy god, with indifferent eyes, leaned over and reached out to touch the girl's silver hair.
"He said to protect me, but he fell asleep."
The pope sighed lowly, his voice was calm, and he murmured softly.
He got up without waking the other party up, and looked at Helena with his godless eyes, his expression still holy and holy, holding the sacred scepter, and glanced out the window.
A messenger bat flew in from the window, stopped in front of the Pope, and flew out of the window after two seconds, disappearing into the night.
The dignified pope actually used the dark bat, this scene is really unimaginable, but Helena didn't care to think about it.
She already understood that this was a trap.
"Your Majesty," the woman squeezed out a smile and said softly, "If you want to be accompanied by a partner, I can do it too."
Saint Selos frowned slightly, swept over with extremely pure eyes, and repeated: "Partner?"
Helena narrowed her eyes.
Have a show
(end of this chapter)