He turned his face away, silently rolled up his robe, and finally said nothing, his slender fingers lightly supported the armrest of the Holy See, trying to stand up.
Yun Xia was very satisfied after drinking his blood just now, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him.
The Pope paused for a moment, narrowed his clear light brown eyes, and suddenly opened his lips and asked softly, "Is it sweet?"
The girl was taken aback.
Her slender fingers were held by the other party, Yun Xia suddenly found that the other party's body was a little hot, the fair complexion under the robe was slightly flushed, and the fingertips were also warm, she clasped her fingers little by little, Saint Selos's eyes were clear and flawless god.
He asked again: "Is it sweet?"
After a pause, the Pope turned his face to the side again, his voice was hoarse and he said in a low voice, "Compared to the king's... blood?"
"..."
Yun Xia was stunned for a while, couldn't help raising her eyebrows, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him kindly: "How can others compare with you under the Pope's crown? Of course your blood is the best."
St. Selos looked sideways, and his godless pupils glanced at her. He turned his head again, his expression was still calm and peaceful. He helped the holy seat to stand up, and said in a soft voice: "Stay away from him."
The little vampire nodded quickly in agreement.
The owner controls the source of food, so he cannot be provoked casually.
She held onto the opponent's arm, and the wide snow-white cassock hung down. As Saint Selos stood up, the corners of the clothes were covered with snow. However, just as the Pope stood up, his figure was a little unsteady, and he stretched out his hand to support the holy seat. back of the chair.
Pressing his slender white fingers against the seat, he pursed his petal-thin lips.
Yun Xia blinked: "...what's wrong?"
Saint Selos didn't seem to have expected this situation either. He squinted his eyes, felt the weakness of his body, took a breath, drooped his slender eyelashes, and slowly replied: "I'm a little... unsteady."
This is like a sequela of blood sucking, and the body has no strength at all.
The Pope's tone was pure, and he slowly frowned, a little innocent and confused, and asked her softly: "Why am I like this?"
The blood girl coughed twice, narrowing her eyes solemnly and explaining: "I told you a long time ago, let you sit down so that you don't get unstable. ... Anyway, that's how vampirism works."
She leaned forward and asked, "Don't you want to? Do you want me to drink other people's blood?"
The next second, her wrist was held by the other party. Pope Saint Selos looked holy and said very slowly: "You are not allowed to drink."
Because he was blind, he couldn't see the girl's expression, so the strength between his fingers increased, and he repeated slowly: "Don't lie to me."
The little vampire smiled and said, "That blood..."
"..."
The Pope was silent for a while, recalling the weird feeling, his fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and after a long time, he still nodded slightly.
"I'll give you a drink."
…
So for a few days.
The priests and bishops of the temple were surprised to find that there seemed to be something wrong with His Holiness the Pope.
I used to walk slowly because of my blindness, but now it seems to have become even slower.
Moreover, sometimes when walking slowly to the steps, he would stop unsteadily for two seconds, and then slowly step forward again.
Is there any discomfort under the crown
The bishops looked at each other, feeling incredible.
As the person with the purest faith under the pope's crown, he was born with a light god physique, so it is impossible for him to get sick at all. It's been too weird lately, which made them panic.
(end of this chapter)