Looking at his face, Helena narrowed her eyes, unconsciously raised her hand, and touched the fangs that had reached out of her lips, and her red lips hooked up a smile.

She walked slowly and gracefully, and bowed again:

"I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were the Pope's ......" The woman's voice was soft, deliberately saying the word Pope tactfully, as if it contained boundless tenderness, and her watery red eyes also raised, and she smiled.

"I came here today to meet His Majesty because I have something to ask for."

The woman stepped forward gracefully, her waist slender, leaning over at the desk, her breath close to the Pope's holy countenance.

Boldly and tentatively, she approached, ready to leave a lip mark on St. Theros' lips as she had teased other men.

St. Thelos did not react to her approach, his godless eyes staring ahead, his fingers still resting lightly on the pages.

The woman still couldn't get closer.

Several artifacts silently surrounded her.

She looked at the holy artifact with a subtle 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 give you everything the queen has given you, so why are you obsessed with her?" ”

St. Theros slowly got up from behind his desk.

Helena blinked and watched as he slowly walked to the inner door.

She was surrounded by weapons pointed at her, so she didn't dare to move, wondering how she could convince the Pope.

But the next second, she was stunned.

On the white bed in the room, a small blood clan was curled up at this time.

Silver hair fell from the side of her cheeks, her beautiful facial features were soft, she was sleeping sweetly under the thin quilt, her red lips showed small fangs, and a dimple.

Helena's eyes widened, jealous and horrified for a moment, she had no idea that the Pope would allow the Bloods to sleep in his room.

And it's a bed?

What exactly is their relationship?

Helena's uneasiness intensified when she remembered the unlocked door when she first entered. She turned her head to get out of here, but the artifact was surrounded and she couldn't move.

The Pope has gone inside.

He stopped beside the bed, lowered his eyes and was quiet for a while, and noticed that the girl was sleeping sweetly, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and leaned down.

Helena's eyes widened in horror to see that the legendary Pope of St. Thoros, the god of light, leaned over and touched the girl's lips.

The holy deity, with soft thin lips, leaned over and reached out to touch the girl's silver hair.

"Said to protect me, but actually fell asleep."

The Pope let out a low sigh, his voice calm, and whispered.

He got up, but did not wake the other party, and looked at Helena with blank eyes, still with a look of holiness that could not be blasphemed, holding the sacred scepter, and glancing out the window.

A messenger bat flew in from the window, stopped in front of the Pope, and after two seconds, flew out of the window and disappeared into the night.

The scene of the Pope actually summoning the dark bat was really unbelievable, but Helena didn't bother to think about it.

She already understood that it was a trap.

"Your Majesty," the woman squeezed out a smile and said softly, "if you want a partner's company, I can too." ”

St. Theros frowned slightly, his extremely pure eyes swept over, and he repeated, "Mate? ”

Helena narrowed her eyes.

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