Chapter 1373
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He was like a god, clean and without the slightest impurity.
Shen Wanqing blinked and her gaze swept past the other party's beautiful brows and finally stopped at the faint mole under the other party's eye.
She couldn't help but guess.
Would a god cry?
While she was still staring at him in a daze, he had already lowered his eyes and suddenly lifted her up gently.
Her small body flew up in the air. The feeling of weightlessness made Shen Wanqing quickly come back to her senses.
The back of her neck was gently pinched by him. His fingertips were icy cold, and Shen Wanqing couldn't help but shrink her neck.
Her life was already in his hands. Shen Wanqing was completely in a passive situation at the moment.
She blinked her red eyes gently and looked at his beautiful face. She was about to open her mouth to beg for mercy, but she didn't expect that he would gently put her down on the side of the table in the next second.
Shen Wanqing was stunned. She looked over curiously and only then did she realize that she had landed so coincidentally on the other party's instrument.
Looking at his calm eyes, Shen Wanqing suddenly felt a little guilty.
She didn't … didn't crush this instrument, did she?
His Holiness the Pope looked at her indifferently and then slightly tilted his head. His light-colored long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his snow-white fingertips slowly fell on the instrument case in front of him.
His fingertips paused for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, his fingertips moved gently and brushed the instrument case.
His Holiness the Pope quietly lowered his hand and lowered his long eyelashes. Only then did he slowly look at Shen Wanqing.
"Blood Clan."
His voice was very cold and calm, and his tone was not questioning.
He knew her identity and could tell at a glance.
Shen Wanqing wanted to use her little wings to hug herself, but then she realized that her wings were injured.
Her eyes were red from the stinging pain, and there was a touch of dense mist in her eyes. She looked very pitiful.
Shen Wanqing didn't expect it to hurt so much. Wasn't it scraped by the window?
Tetanus?!
"You were burned by a sacred weapon." His Holiness the Pope's cold and calm gaze swept over the little bat's wings. His eyes were calm.
Sacred weapon?
Shen Wanqing was at a loss.
She turned around, enduring the burning pain on her little wings, and stuck her head out to look at the window.
She looked at it for a while, but she didn't see the so-called sacred weapon.
Little Bat turned around in a daze. Its red eyes were filled with confusion. It was obvious that Little Bat had gained nothing.
His Holiness the Pope's gaze swept past her face. He retracted his gaze and stroked the strings on the case with his fingertips. "That little silver flower."
Silver flower?
Shen Wanqing was startled. She turned her head to take a look.
Instantly, her small red eyes widened.
There really was one!
She turned her head in surprise and wanted to flap her little wings to tell the young man in front of her, but she frowned because of the pain from her little wings.
Too, too, too painful …
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