The exposed neck is slender and white, perhaps because of the weakness, it looks a little pale, but it makes the flow of blood more moving, as if you can see through the pale skin, the hidden - extremely delicious blood.

The girl subconsciously pursed her lips, raised her hands unconsciously, wrapped her arms around the man's slender neck, stood on tiptoe, and stared straight at it.

"Can you really drink it?" Her tiny fangs had already poked out of her lips, but she resisted the urge to eat, raised her eyes and whispered.

Saint Theros didn't reply, just lowered his pale eyelashes, reached out and gently plucked the holy artifact, and then nodded gently, "Hmm." ”

Without the protection of the Hallows weapon, the sweet aroma of blood became even stronger, and the little vampire's eyes couldn't help but darken, and he pounced on it almost immediately.

She held back, glanced at the Pope's crown, and reminded, "You'd better sit down, or you won't be able to stand for a while." ”

St. Theros blinked his eyelashes, frowned, and asked slowly, "Why can't you stand?" ”

"You'll find out later." Yun Xia showed a wicked smile with bad intentions, pushed the man back with both hands, pushed the person to sit on the golden holy seat, and leaned over to look at him.

The Holy See is reserved for the Pope only. In front of him are cascading white curtains, and below are the seats of the faithful and bishops. At this time, the hall was empty, and there was no one in it.

Only the silent sun shone on the white flowers that surrounded the Holy See.

Surrounded by flowers, snow-white doves passed out the window, and the slender fingers of Pope St. Theros rested lightly on the armrest, and the snow-white fingertips and golden patterns set off, making it look more and more holy and flawless.

The Queen of the Blood Clan condescended, looking at the loose collar, the white skin without the protection of the holy weapon, and the sweet fragrance of blood was full and rich.

St. Thelos lifted her eyes, their eyes as pure and clean as a lake, and because she was blind, the light fell on her face, as if she were looking into the void. He raised his hand and slowly touched the girl's cheek.

His voice was still steady, and he said slowly: "I don't care, you can drink it." ”

For the abnormality of blood sucking, after so many days, I have also been a little mentally prepared.

The girl leaned over, the tip of her nose touched her white neck, seemed to hook her lips and smiled slightly, slowly and logically, sighed and said, "Is it?" ”

She couldn't help it.

Yun Xia closed his eyes, his little fangs grinded slightly for a while, found the location of the sweet blood, hooked the man's chin with one hand, and opened his mouth.

The warm blood suddenly poured into his throat, and the extremely sweet delicacy made the eyes of the blood clan brighter and brighter, and he tried to restrain his speed from swallowing.

Huge and holy above the Holy See.

The snow-white robe hung down on the ground, the Pope leaned his neck slightly, the tips of the pale golden broken hair jumped in the sun, and the small head of the blood clan was buried in the neck, and the girl's silver hair covered his body, pressing the Pope's whole body on the Holy Seat, refraining from eating slowly.

St. Theros froze for a moment.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his thin and beautiful lips opened, but he didn't make any sound, but immediately pursed them again, and they were almost pale. And on the white cheeks, it was slowly and lightly dyed a little red.

His eyes swayed slightly, as if crumpling a pool of deep water, and he looked stunned and helpless, narrowing his eyes at the impact of the feeling, and raised his hand on the girl's shoulder, wanting to push her away.

But he was strangely powerless.