Like a God, it is clean without any impurities.

    Shen Wanqing blinked, glanced over each other''s beautiful eyebrows, and finally stopped on the shallow tear mole under each other''s eyes.

    She couldn''t help guessing.

    Will the gods cry?

    When she was still staring at each other, the other party had lowered her eyebrows and suddenly gently mentioned her.

    The small body flew up in the air. The feeling of weightlessness made Shen Wanqing quickly return to his mind.

    The back neck was gently pinched, and his fingertips were cold, which made Shen Wanqing shrink his neck.

    Life gate has been pinched by the other party. Shen Wanqing is completely passive at the moment.

    She gently blinked her red eyes and looked at each other''s beautiful face. She was about to beg for mercy, but she didn''t expect to be gently placed on the side of the table the next second.

    Shen Wanqing was stunned. She looked at it curiously. At this time, she found that she happened to fall on each other''s instrument.

    Looking at each other''s calm eyebrows, Shen Wanqing suddenly felt guilty.

    She didn''t crush the instrument, did she?

    The Pope looked at her blandly under the crown, then turned his head slightly, the light colored long eyelashes drooped gently, and the snow-white fingertips slowly fell on the piano box in front of him.

    His fingertips paused slightly. After a few seconds of silence, his fingertips moved gently and brushed the piano box.

    The Pope quietly lowered his hands and long eyelashes under the crown. At this time, he slowly put his eyes on Shen Wanqing.

    "Blood clan."

    The voice is very cold and quiet, and the tone is not interrogative.

    He knew his identity and saw it at a glance.

    Shen Wanqing wanted to hold himself with his small wings. When he moved, he found that his wings were hurt.

    Her stinging eyes were red, and her eyes were even stained with a dense mist. It''s pathetic.

    Shen Wanqing didn''t expect that it would hurt so much. Wasn''t it scratched by the window?

    Tetanus?!

    "You''ve been burned by the holy instrument." the cold and calm sight under the Pope''s crown passed over the wings of the little bat, with flat eyebrows and eyes.

    Holy vessels?

    Shen Wanqing was at a loss.

    She turned around, endured the burning pain on her little wings and looked at the window with her head.

    She looked for a while and didn''t see the so-called sacred vessel.

    The little bat turned around blankly. The red pupils were confused. It was obvious that the little bat got nothing.

    The Pope looked down from her face. He looked back, stroked the strings on the box with his fingertips, and whispered, "that little silver flower."

    Silver flower?

    Shen Wanqing was stunned. She turned her head and took a look.

    Instantly, the little red eyes opened wide.

    Really!

    She turned her head in surprise and wanted to flutter her small wings to tell the young man in front of her, but she was frowned by the stinging pain on the small wings.

    Madam, it hurts so much

    It was Xu''s movement that attracted the attention of the Pope under the crown. The Pope gently stroked the fingertips of the strings and looked at her blandly. "The injury is not very serious. Just rest for a period of time."

    The implication is to tell her not to move, otherwise it will only be more serious.

    Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing drooped his small wings.

    All right.

    Looking at the little bat, the Pope was quite surprised, and the little bat from the blood family was unexpectedly obedient.

    He lowered his long eyelashes slightly, and his fingertips resting on the string continued to move gently.

    The melodious sound of the piano made Shen Wanqing involuntarily focus on the youth.