The Pope pursed his lips under his crown, did not speak, and gently turned his face.

    "I will turn into human form! It''s just... But now I don''t have the strength to turn into human form. When I''m full, I can!" Shen Wanqing explained to himself.

    Looking at the little wings waved by each other, the Pope frowned slightly under his crown, "but didn''t you say you can''t eat now?"

    "That''s right, but..." Shen Wanqing was stunned. She blinked. "You can not bite your neck!"

    She looked at each other''s Qingling eyebrows and eyes, holy and clean, "I''ll just drink some blood. Biting my neck is only possible when it turns into a human shape."

    "... how to drink?" asked crestel.

    Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing slowly set her eyes on the young man''s snow-white fingertips. She blinked her small Fei eyes, "just drink a little?"

    Crestel naturally noticed Shen Wanqing''s sight on his fingertips. He was silent for a moment, then slightly pursed his lips and nodded. "I see."

    "Ah?" Shen Wanqing was at a loss. What did he understand?

    The Pope got up under the crown, his slender body stepped aside, and he picked up the silver dagger hanging on the wall.

    Looking at his action of holding a dagger, Shen Wanqing was scared and stiff, "you... What do you want to do?"

    Listening to the girl''s panic voice, the Pope turned around under the crown. He looked at the fear in each other''s eyes and looked down at the holy instrument in his hand.

    The Pope bowed his voice calmly, "don''t be afraid, I won''t hurt you."

    He turned and picked up a small cup. The cup was transparent and looked frosted. The outside of the cup was engraved with the shape of a cloud.

    When he put the quilt in front of Shen Wanqing, Shen Wanqing stared at it foolishly. Suddenly, she smelled an extremely sweet smell.

    Shen Wanqing''s eyes turned red and looked up subconsciously. She was stunned.

    The young man in front of him had a mark cut on his snow-white finger abdomen, and red blood flowed down from the wound of his finger abdomen.

    The blade of the holy weapon, which was originally held in his hand, was stained with blood.

    The sacred vessel was put aside by him, and the small cup in front of him was picked up by him. The blood from the fingertips flowed in along the edge of the cup.

    The attractive smell in the air makes Shen Wanqing''s pupils scarlet, and the fangs on his mouth are ready to move.

    After a while, Krister put the small cup in front of Shen Wanqing. Before he could speak, the little bat in front of him flew next to the small cup and drank the blood in the cup.

    Seeing this, Krister closed his mouth slightly with his lips.

    He turned and picked up a handkerchief on one side. With the action of the youth, the tassels on his shoulders shook gently.

    Shen Wanqing drank contentedly and looked up to see the other party wiping the blood on his hands with a handkerchief.

    Her eyes glared.

    "Stop, stop!"

    The Pope crowned Weidun. He turned his face slightly. His face was beautiful and plain, "what''s the matter?"

    "How can you wipe it!" it''s outrageous!

    Shen Wanqing hurriedly flew over and accurately hugged the injured index finger under the Pope''s crown.

    Before the Pope could react, the little bat in front of him hugged his finger and licked the residual blood on his finger belly with the tip of his tongue. He could still feel the little bat vaguely touching the tusks on his finger belly.

    I feel a little strange. This is the first time the Pope has been so close to people. Although it is still a small bat, it is still unnatural.

    The Pope pursed his lips slightly under the crown and stretched out his hand to pull the little bat off. He whispered, "the wound has healed. Just wash it."