The little bat on the table nodded and asked, "yes... Soon... When his neck tilted, he fell to the ground and died."

    With that, the little bat on the table also got up and gave a vivid performance to Krister.

    Crestel frowned slightly, and his gentle eyebrows and eyes frowned. "Why don''t you eat?" he paused and said: "... Before."

    "Because their blood is not good to drink, I don''t want to drink at all." the little bat lay on the piano box and fiddled with his little wings.

    "Then you..." under the Pope''s crown, he suddenly pursed his lips. The beautiful thin lips opened again. His long eyelashes trembled gently, and he hung his head quietly without speaking.

    Shen Wanqing understood what corester was going to say. She blinked her crimson eyes, stared at the holy and clean Pope''s crown, and said, "I don''t want to drink their blood, I just want to drink under the crown."

    The Pope''s long eyelashes trembled under the crown. He felt a little strange in his heart. He didn''t hide it, raised his eyebrows, looked at each other and asked: "... Why?"

    "Why?" she blinked, smiled, waved her small wings and said, "because your blood under the crown is very sweet!"

    Crestel''s fingertips gave a meal. He turned his eyes slightly, with long eyelashes and cold tear moles. "My blood... Is sweet?"

    "Yes!"

    Shen Wanqing involuntarily looked at the young man. The snow-white and clean robe was very soft and wrapped around the young man''s thin body. It was very suitable for living and clean. The pattern design of the clothes is very special. Clouds outlined with gold are tattooed on the Cufflinks and necklines.

    Golden tassels hung on both shoulders. Every time the young man''s body moved, the golden tassels would shake gently, just like the ripples of the lake.

    The neckline of religious robes worn by Western believers is slightly open, which may have something to do with western culture. But corester''s neckline was also tightly closed, and he could see nothing except a section of snow-white skin.

    But the more so, the more tightly covered, the more it can arouse people''s inner desire.

    People want to go up and pull open his collar to break his solemn abstinence.

    Looking at that section of snow-white skin, Shen Wanqing was ready to move, and his sharp fangs were itchy. He just wanted to expose them and try the hot and sweet blood on each other''s neck.

    Shen Wanqing swallowed his saliva and licked his tusks with the tip of his tongue. He oppressed his nature and tried to stay awake.

    She suddenly looked at the light and calm eyes of Krister. She licked her tusks, smiled and said, "maybe we can''t smell it under the crown, but our blood family is naturally sensitive to smell, especially to blood. Some blood can smell its sweetness even across the skin, just like... The taste under the crown is very sweet."

    The girl''s voice is lazy, with the girl''s tenderness, but some casual banter, like frivolity.

    She looked at the holy papal crown jokingly. Anyway, the papal crown simply wouldn''t understand what she was talking about.

    Besides, she didn''t do anything. She flirted orally. It''s not against the law~

    Kristen paused. He hung his head and slowly gathered his sleeves with his fingertips.