The little bat said wrongfully, "under the crown is the Pope of the temple. The temple is sacred and kind, and the believers are pious and kind. You can help those suffering people, but why can''t you help me? Is it... Is it because I''m a blood family? That''s why you''re so cruel under the crown, aren''t you?"

    Shen Wanqing''s accusation in this regard caught the Pope off guard. Once someone cried in front of him about the suffering he had encountered, and he could gently enlighten goodwill for others.

    But

    Cruel?

    The Pope, who has never been said to be cruel, is at a loss at the moment. This is the first grievance complaint of the pope in so many years. The Pope, who has always been respected and worshipped, suddenly doesn''t know how to deal with this situation.

    He slightly opened a thin lip like a petal, and the lip color was light, but he sipped the lip again and lost some blood color.

    The Pope wore long eyelashes under his crown, with a beautiful face and said slightly, "no... no..."

    The Pope whispered, "it''s not because you''re a blood race, but our identity is not suitable for this." if it''s known, you''ll be in trouble.

    "Not suitable for this, not suitable for what?" the old hooligan would subconsciously reply to take advantage when he caught a chance to take advantage.

    The Pope was stunned when he heard the speech. The other party''s light brown pupils were very pure. Those dazed expressions looked very pure. He didn''t understand what Shen Wanqing meant.

    The other party''s hand on the piano box slowly hung down, and the snow-white and soft teaching robe wound down on his arm, slowly covering his white wrist.

    Krister lightly sipped the crimson lip flap, gently hung his long eyelashes, brushed the tearful mole at the end of his eyes, and said in a soft voice, "I can''t let you suck blood."

    His voice is very flat, no difference from the previous one, a clear and cold alienation.

    Shen Wanqing blinked slightly and understood why the other party didn''t understand what she said.

    The reason why the Pope can become the Pope crown of the temple is because he has light energy.

    Having pure light energy is the most important point, and if you want to have the purest light energy, the first thing is that you don''t have any thoughts in your heart, pure and clean, just like a piece of white paper without any color.

    A man as pure and clean as corester probably has nothing in his heart except prayer scriptures.

    She dropped her little head and her little wings in frustration. The whole bat looked sicker than corester.

    "That should be so. I''ll stay here and accompany you all the time..."

    Hearing the speech, the pupil under the Pope''s crown flashed slightly. He hung light long eyelashes, beautiful petal like lips moved slightly. He wanted to stop talking and looked at the little bat on the table.

    But the little bat slowly lowered his voice and said, "don''t dislike me under the crown. I haven''t eaten for a long time. Even if the crown dislikes me, it''s okay. I''ll die soon. Soon... It won''t be more than three days. If the crown can''t stand it, you can give me to the external apostles now. I... I''m okay..."

    The voice of the little bat is low. It belongs to a girl. Its soft voice is low and dumb. It sounds pathetic and distressing.

    The Pope was crowned with snow-white fingertips. He turned his face slightly. His beautiful face was dizzy under the candlelight, holy and clean.

    "Dead?" his lips moved gently.