Helena unconsciously showed an anxious look, leaned forward slightly, stared directly at the white and slender hand, fangs biting her lip, and a hint of hunger in her eyes.

She had eaten not long ago.

Who the hell is he? How can blood have such a strong attraction.

Helena could only force herself to look away, her neck rolling, and she restrained her desire to eat.

The little bat held its fingers and gnawed with joy.

St. Theros lowered his eyes.

Although he couldn't see it in his godless eyes, he felt the gnawing of his fingertips, and he blinked his long eyelashes and lowered his eyes peacefully.

Helena froze, smiled, and took a step forward, "It's your pet?" ”

When the little bat heard this, as if he understood, he spread his bone wings to protect the Pope's index finger, and pulled it into his arms to suck it, so as not to let the other party see the blood beads.

The Pope noticed its movements, and raised his eyebrows.

Helena didn't pay attention to the bat, her eyes were fixed on St. Theros, and she deliberately approached him to make the aroma stronger.

She discussed softly, "You are willing to feed pet blood, so ...... Can you let me drink some? The witch Gu gem is not easy to accept, I drank blood and became stronger, I can help you. ”

St. Thelos was silent.

The woman continued sweetly, "I'll only drink a little, and I promise to drink less than the bat." I'm also a little hungry......"

She deliberately lifted her sleeves to let the smell of the potion spread.

The man wearing a hood not far away looked up at her.

Helena smiled.

However, the other party turned his head again, his delicate eyebrows under the cloak frowned slightly, and his voice was flat: "I am Her Majesty's blood servant." ”

The voice is clear, and the tone is not emotional.

Helena rolled her eyes and stepped forward with a smile, "Blood servants can also be shared, I am Your Majesty's most loyal subordinate, and your Majesty is happy with such high-quality blood, maybe you will give me some to enjoy." ”

Her voice was seductive: "Besides, Your Majesty is not here, you won't know." ”

St. Theros put the well-drunk little bat back and whispered, "One last warning to you." ”

He turned and walked on.

Helena frowned, not knowing what he meant, and raised her feet to chase after her.

She reached out and tentatively grabbed the other's sleeve.

The result is the next second.

The golden light flickered, and she immediately panicked and quickly retreated, but she was still nailed to her collar by the holy dagger, and before she could react, the holy light stabbed her in the cheek, and she was nailed to the tree behind her.

Helena's eyes widened, and there was a hint of horror in her expression, and she looked incredulously at the figure ahead.

The man stood peacefully not far away.

Several holy artifacts surrounded the Pope's body, and the golden light even diluted the thick fog, revealing the inviolable and blasphemous sacredness.

He tilted his head slightly.

His eyes were blank, and his voice was extremely slow, "The Temple and the Blood Clan have not yet signed a peace agreement, and I warn you for the last time, if you get so close to me, I can kill you here." ”

St. Theros slowly stepped forward.

The Pope's usual calmness seemed to turn to coldness at this point, and he lifted his hood slightly, revealing a pair of pale brown pupils.

Looking at her eyes without focus, Helena felt as if her whole body was being burned by fire, and the hot pain hit her brain, and she heard a soft voice, light and windy.

"It's all said, I'm hers."