The wide black hood obscures the collar, and the charming whiteness is not visible.

Helena withdrew her gaze, looked around, and asked, "What about Her Majesty?" ”

The other party did not reply.

As if he hadn't seen her or heard her speak, the slender figure walked straight forward.

Helena's eyes flashed.

Raised his steps and followed.

Before she could get close to the other party, she smelled the breath of blood on the man's body, which was so tempting that Helena couldn't help but squint, her red eyes staring at the black cloak without blinking.

This is the blood underneath......

I don't know what the identity of this blood servant is, his aura is actually more seductive than that of the high priest, and before she gets close, she feels hungry, and she needs to desperately suppress herself to restrain herself.

Helena naturally didn't expect him to be the Pope.

After all, the queen does not have light immunity, how can she drink the blood of the pope.

Helena herself, as half of the light immunity, did not dare to fight the idea of the Pope's crown.

What's more, it's one thing to want to drink the blood of the Pope, but it's another thing to be able to drink it.

Yesterday the Queen said he was her blood servant.

It's impossible for the Pope to cooperate with the queen and be her blood servant, right?

Because of this, Helena did not think of Pope St. Therlos at all.

She just wondered, that bloodline was really charming, and it contained the aura of light. Could it be that you are a believer in the temple?

She licked her lips, narrowed her eyes, and smiled at the other party, "You're looking for gems?" Why didn't Your Majesty come with you? ”

The other party ignored her.

Seeing him like this, Helena slowly approached, carefully keeping a little distance.

"There's no direction here, it's hard to get out."

As she spoke, she glanced at the person next to her, licked her somewhat dry lips, and slowly hooked a smile.

Said softly: "You can't see with your eyes, do you want me to help you?" ”

Helena said, stepping forward and raising her hand to grab the other's wrist.

St. Theros finally turned his head.

The holy face was calm, the sleeves of the robe were open, avoiding the touch of the woman, and the beautiful and godless eyes looked at her.

Helena saw her face under the hood again, fair and beautiful, and those clear eyes looked in her direction, reminiscent of the rippling waters of the lake, but with a peaceful coldness.

The next moment, she felt a slight pain in her skin.

The aura of the holy weapon burned the skin, and the pain hit, and Helena immediately retreated, surprised: "The holy weapon? Are you a Templar? ”

The other party still didn't speak.

Helena didn't dare to get any closer, narrowed her eyes, her voice was softer, the tail note was raised, with a bit of deliberate seduction, and said softly: "Your Majesty is not here, you don't have to be so nervous." ”

St. Theros glanced at her.

The woman smiled softly, her soft body approaching him.

Although she didn't dare to stick it directly under the deterrence of the holy weapon, the body fragrance lingered in wisps, and she slowly hooked her lips and smiled, her voice was light.

"I'm not going to eat you again."

Eat?

Saint Theros thought for a moment and said slowly, "You really don't have the ability. ”

- In the eyes of His Majesty the Pope, what she said about eating was naturally superficial. An ordinary blood clan wants to drink their own blood, and it is undoubtedly beyond their means.

He looked back softly and continued to walk forward, looking calm.

Helena couldn't help but laugh, her gorgeous eyes were raised, her lazy eyes were a little seductive, her fingertips wrapped around her silver hair, and she put it to her lips to cover her lips and chuckled, "Yes." ”