His skin was so white that it was almost later than Shen.

    He seemed to be in poor health. His lip color was a light crimson color. When he healed her, his eyebrows frowned unconsciously, as if it was very difficult for him to cure this injury.

    When the injury was cured, the other party''s face was completely pale.

    He coughed with his fist gently against his lips. Maybe he coughed violently, and the roots of his ears were still slightly red.

    It looks tempting.

    But no one dares to blaspheme this beauty. He is too pure to be blasphemous.

    At the moment, the gods were panting and their eyes were slightly red.

    "You..." Shen Wanqing held back his impetuous thief heart and asked him with concern.

    The Pope calmly interrupted her under the crown, "your injury has healed. Leave quickly."

    Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing was slightly stunned. She gritted her teeth and then asked, "what''s the matter with your body?"

    This wound should be easy to heal for anyone in the temple. Why... Why does he work so hard?

    She couldn''t help thinking of what the two believers said when passing by the front of the temple. Is his energy failing? How is that possible? Isn''t he the Pope?

    The existence of the pope in the temple is a God. The believers revere piously and have the pure and powerful power in the world. How can he lose his energy?

    The youth brushed her hand lightly, the pale lips pursed lightly, and the look was sad and cold, "leave."

    Shen Wanqing, "..."

    She was so angry that she wanted to lose her temper, but she couldn''t make any noise. Shen Wanqing finally had to say wrongfully: "I can''t fly..."

    Hearing the speech, the holy Pope looked flat under the crown.

    Under the cold and calm eyes of the other party, Shen Wanqing wrongly held her little wings. She looked up at the other party, "I''m hungry... I can''t fly..."

    With that, Shen Wanqing''s eyes involuntarily fell on the snow-white under the other party''s collar.

    Skin color is snow-white. Even if you just look at it, you can feel each other''s holy and pure breath.

    But it is because of this that it becomes more and more attractive.

    Shen Wanqing''s eyes turned red. He couldn''t help but want to turn into a human and jump up and bite his long snow-white neck.

    However, Shen Wanqing was deterred by the Pure Bright smell of the other party. She couldn''t get too close to the other party.

    In particular, the other party is also wearing the holy vessels of the temple Pope.

    Shen Wanqing can only hope to quench his thirst and swallow his saliva.

    The hunger of the stomach is more obvious.

    The Pope looked at her slightly. He frowned and seemed to be thinking about the meaning of Shen Wanqing''s words, but he still didn''t understand. He asked suspiciously, "since I''m hungry, I''ll find food. I don''t have food..."

    The Pope''s words came suddenly. He stood up, turned and walked to the next table. He came over with a stack of exquisite cakes on the table, sat down and put them in front of Shen Wanqing.

    He picked up a piece of rose cake, divided it into small pieces and put it in front of Shen Wanqing. He asked lightly, "do you want to eat? There''s only this in my room."

    Looking at the cakes in front of her, Shen Wanqing blinked. She looked up at the Pope''s crown, shook her head and said, "don''t eat..."

    The Pope looked at her with low eyes. Are the little bats picky about food?

    He was about to advise the other party to cherish food, but the little bat looked at him and said, "I''m a vampire. Vampires don''t eat cakes."