I Shocked the Globe

Chapter 213 Super Sweet Feeder (42)

Helena showed an anxious look unconsciously, leaning forward slightly, staring straight at the white, slender hand, her fangs biting her lips lightly, a little hunger in her eyes.

She had only eaten a while ago.

Who is he? How can blood be so attractive.

Helena could only force herself to look away and roll her neck, restraining her desire to eat.

The little bat chewed with his fingers.

San Celos looked down.

Although the godless eyes couldn't see it, but felt the bite of his fingertips, he blinked his long lashes and lowered his eyes peacefully.

Helena settled down, smiled, and stepped forward: "Is it your pet?"

The little bat heard it, as if he understood it, and spread his bone wings to protect the pope's index finger, drew it into his arms and sucked it, so that the other party would not see those blood beads.

The Pope noticed its movement and raised his eyebrows.

Helena didn't pay attention to the bat, staring straight at San Celos, and approached him deliberately, making the fragrance more intense.

She talked softly and said: "You are willing to feed pet blood, so...Can I also drink some? Wu Gu Ge is not easy to subdue, I drink blood and become stronger, I can help you."

San Celos is silent.

The woman continued sweetly: "I only drink a little, I promise to drink less than that bat. I am a little hungry..."

She deliberately lifted up her sleeves to let the potion smell loose.

Not far away, the man wearing the hood looked up and looked towards her.

Helena smiled.

However, the other party turned his head again, the delicate eyebrows under the cloak frowned slightly, and the voice was soft: "I am Her Majesty's Blood Servant."

The voice is clear and the tone is not emotional.

Helena rolled her eyes and stepped forward with a smile, "Blood servants can also be shared. I am His Majesty's most loyal subordinate. With such a high-quality bloodline on you, Your Majesty is happy, maybe it will be given to me. Enjoy some."

Her voice tempted: "If your majesty is not here, you won't know."

San Celos put back the full bat and whispered: "Last warning to you."

He turned and continued to move forward.

Helena frowned, not knowing what he meant by this sentence, and raised her feet to catch up.

She reached out and tried to grab each other's sleeves.

Results next second.

The golden light flickered. She panicked back quickly, but was still nailed to the collar by the dagger of the holy weapon. Before the reaction, the holy light stabbed her cheek, and she was nailed to the tree behind her.

Helena's eyes widened, a look of terror appeared in her expression, and she looked at the figure in mysteriously ahead.

The man stood peacefully not far away.

Several holy objects surround the pope, and the golden light even dilutes the dense fog, showing the inviolable blasphemy.

He turned his head slightly.

His eyes were indifferent and his voice was very slow, "The temple and the blood race have not signed a peace agreement. I will warn you for the last time. If you are so close to me, I can kill you here."

San Celos stepped forward slowly.

The pope's usual peace seemed to be totally cold at this time. He raised his hood slightly to reveal a pair of light brown eyes.

Looking at the eyes without focus, Helena felt that her entire body seemed to be burned by fire, and the hot pain hit the brain. She heard a soft voice, and the cloud was light.

"All said, I am her."

(End of this chapter)