Yun Xia blinked, his eyes lit up in an instant, he licked his lips, looked at the other party's white neck expectantly, and then glanced at the star-shaped holy weapon in the delicate collarbone.

"You take the holy artifact off, and I can bite it. Rest assured, I'll only take one bite...... Won't drink a lot of blood. She glanced at the artifact.

St. Thelos put down his hand, the doctrine in his hand floated, and gently landed on the platform in front of him, and his expression was neither sad nor joyful, he stood quietly, and his voice was soft and pleasant: "The prayer has only been completed for one day, and today I can only give you a little." ”

Not.

Yun Xia was a little disappointed. It seems that the other party refused to let her bite her neck, and only planned to give her blood on her wrist or fingers.

But a little bit, it's good to satisfy your cravings.

She glanced at St. Thoros's hanging fingers, snow-white and slender, and beautiful with distinct joints.

The Pope lowered his eyes and raised his fingertips slightly, and in the sunlight, his skin was as white as if transparent.

As the Pope, blood is a fatal temptation for the Blood Clan, but the Blood Clan has never dared to fight the Pope's idea, and St. Theros naturally has no experience in feeding blood.

If you hadn't thought about it before, one day you would have promised to feed your blood to the Bloodline.

The current situation is naturally unfamiliar.

The Pope raised his eyelashes, his clear and clear eyes, and looked silently ahead without focus, so pure that he could almost call it simple, and asked the other man: "Do you need any container for it, cup?" ”

The Blood Girl licked her little fangs, "No, I don't need a container, I can bite it myself." ”

If she doesn't bite on her own, she will reduce the taste of eating a little, so she doesn't want to use a container, she doesn't want to put the blood in the container and drink it.

She wanted to bite.

Yun Xia stretched out his hand and grabbed the hanging snow-white robe with his small hand, although this action was small, but it was bold enough for the Pope, who had never been in contact with people. St. Thelos paused slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and frowned silently.

His long and thick eyelashes blinked lightly, and the pale eyelashes in the sunlight were also dyed with a bit of divine aura, and the Pope raised his hand, and his white fingertips gently handed it to Yun Xia.

The man in the snow-white robe lowered his eyes, stood in the bright light, raised his fingers, as if the gods were offering salvation to the believers.

The scene resembles a sacred mural.

"Bite it." His Holiness the Pope's eyelashes drooped.

The girl, who had long been unable to hold back her hunger, showed two small fangs on her lips, and the potion could not be suppressed, and her eyes returned to crimson color, she knelt down and stepped forward, holding the man's fingers with both hands, and bit them unceremoniously.

It is full of holy and pure light.

The soft lip flap touched the fingertips, and the small fangs were lightly ground on the snow-white fingertips, as if they couldn't suppress the pleasure, and the next second they opened their mouths and bit the fingertips, but the expected pain did not come, because after the bite was broken, the other party gently stuck to it softly, opened his mouth and swallowed the blood beads completely.

The red lips fit the snow-white fingertips.

As if an electric current suddenly rushed up from his fingertips, St. Thelos frowned slightly, and there was a trace of inexplicability in his godless pure eyes. He pursed his lips, pale as petals.

Although she is blind and can't see anything, her senses are very keen, and the blood girl seems to be really hungry, holding her snow-white fingers in both hands, as if those few drops of blood are what a delicious food, she lowers her head and bites her fingertips, and sucks all the blood beads that ooze.