She was condescending, and she could see the line of her neck, and the neckline showed a dimple in the center of her collarbone, and the lines of the two collarbones were straight and slender.

The sweet smell emanates from there. And the other party's fair and beautiful complexion deepened the temptation of blood a lot.

She couldn't help but lick her lips, eager to pounce on them now, and then bite down.

It's like a hungry person who sees a delicacy in front of him, but can only look at it.

Yun Xia glanced at the other party.

Today's pope is the most legendary pope in the history of the Temple.

On the one hand, it's because of the extremely young age.

On the other hand, it's because of talent.

St. Theros – The name means pure in doctrine and is a holy word. And the pope in front of him is the most qualified to use this name.

Because of his illness, his complexion was slightly pale, and his slender index finger was slightly curled, and he coughed very lightly against his lips. That fair and slender neck, under the light, showed a bit of fragility, and there was a kind of slender and fair beauty of a sick beauty.

But the strength of the Pope's crown is unfathomable, and it is by no means like the sick beauty on the surface.

Even if he was blind, Yun Xia was very careful to restrain his breath.

She looked curiously at the Pope in front of her.

He sat not far away with his eyebrows lowered, as if pondering her question.

The beautiful and flawless side face has a cold expression without sadness or joy.

The light shone through his pale eyelashes, his robe hung down on the ground, and a silver star-shaped frame fell from his collarbone, making Yun Xia dare not get too close to him.

The reflection of the Heavenly Dao, she could naturally recognize it at a glance.

As soon as she saw him after opening the door, she was pleasantly surprised to find that this pope was actually a projection.

Once the identity is confirmed, even if you pounce on it and bite it directly, it's no problem. But the holy weapon he wears makes it difficult for the girl who is a blood clan to get close.

Although, she can resist the bright aura of the Pope's crown.

But the Hallows is still the nemesis of vampires.

Yun Xia frowned gloomily and scanned the room, looking for a sharp weapon that could scratch the other party's skin.

Even if you can't pounce on it...... It's also good to find a way to get some blood to satisfy your cravings first.

Her gaze fell on the rose bonsai in the corner.

Rose branches are spiked.

Yun Xia glanced at the young man in the snow-white robe, then carefully moved to the side of the bonsai, reached out from the rose vine, and plucked a few spikes.

St. Theros raised his eyes slightly.

Although his eyes were godless, they fell accurately in her direction, his eyebrows frowned slightly, his expression paused for a moment, the Pope's natural power of faith, as if it could cleanse the soul, his voice was calm, and he asked very lightly and slowly: "What are you doing?" ”

"Nothing, crown your roses, do you need to be watered?" Yun Xia put away the spikes.

"Not necessarily."

Pope St. Theros didn't seem to suspect anything, his godless and clear pupils moved away, and the white fingertips under the robe flicked the book, answering her question: "The Blood Clan has not been at war for hundreds of years, and if the Blood Clan is caught, it will not be executed." ”

Yun Xia raised an eyebrow.

His Majesty the Young Pope whispered, "The Temple can negotiate with the Queen to return these vampires." We don't have to exterminate the infidels, as long as we don't endanger the people. ”

He slowly closed the teachings in his hands.

Under the snow-white robe, he put his hands flat on the teaching, and said calmly and gently: "So, please rest assured, Your Majesty. ”