I Shocked the Globe

Chapter 225 Feeder Super Sweet (54)

Looking at his face, Helena squinted, raised her hand unconsciously, touched the fangs that had reached the lips, and her red lips made a smile.

She walked slowly and gracefully, bending down and saluting again:

"I'm really sorry, I didn't know that you were under the pope's crown..." The woman's voice was soft, and the words of the pope were deliberately subtle, and it seemed to contain boundless softness, and the red eyes that were full of water also lifted up. She smiled.

"I came here today specifically to meet my coronation, and I have something to ask for."

The woman stepped forward, her waist and legs slender, leaned over in front of the desk, and breathed close to the Pope's holy face.

She dared and approached tentatively, preparing to leave a lip mark on the lips of San Celos, as he did with other men.

San Celos didn't respond to her approach, and his eyes looked in front of him, his fingers still gently resting on the pages.

The woman still couldn't get close.

Several holy objects surrounded her silently.

She looked at the sacristy with a subtle expression and pulled up a charming smile, and said softly: "Under the crown, if you have something to say, why should you do it..."

She paused and licked the corner of her lips. "I can double the things the queen gave you. Why should you cling to her?"

San Celos slowly got up from behind the desk.

Helena blinked, watching him walk slowly to the front door.

She was surrounded by swords aimed at her holy objects, so she did not dare to move, thinking about how to persuade the pope.

But the next second, she froze.

There was a little blood family curled up in the white bed.

The silver hair hangs from the cheeks, the beautiful facial expressions are soft, the nest is sleeping sweetly in the thin quilt, the little fangs are exposed on the side of the colorful lips, and there is a dimple.

Helena's eyes widened, and she was jealous and horrified for a moment. She did not expect it at all—the pope actually allowed the blood race to sleep in his room.

And is it a bed?

What is their relationship?

Helena remembered that when she first came in, there was no locked door, and her anxiety grew stronger. She turned her head and wanted to leave here, but the holy object revolved around and could not move.

The pope has entered the room.

He stopped beside the bed, and his eyes fell silent for a while, realizing that the girl was asleep, and could not help raising his eyebrows slightly and leaned down.

Helena opened her eyes in horror, and saw the magnificent **** of light, the legendary Pope Saint Celos, actually leaned over and touched the girl's lips.

Such a holy god, his eyes indifferent, leaned over and touched the girl's silver hair.

"Speaking of protecting me, I fell asleep."

The pope sighed softly, whispering softly.

He got up and did not wake up the other party. His impenetrable eyes looked at Helena. The expression was still blasphemy holiness, holding the holy scepter and glancing out the window.

A messenger bat flew in outside the window and stopped in front of the pope. After two seconds, it flew out of the window and disappeared into the night.

The scene where the pope actually called the dark bat was incredible, but Helena couldn't think about it.

She already understood that this was a trap.

"Under the crown," the woman squeezed a smile, and said softly, "If you want a companion, I can."

San Celos frowned slightly and swept the most pure eyes, repeating: "Partner?"

Helena squinted.

Is there a play?

(End of this chapter)