Chapter 1375
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His skin was very white, almost as white as Shen Wanqing's.
He seemed to be in poor health, his lips were a light shade of crimson, and his brows were unconsciously furrowed as he healed her, as if it was very difficult for him to heal such a small injury.
When the injury was healed, his face was completely pale.
He coughed lightly with his fist against his lips, and his ears were slightly red, perhaps because he coughed a little violently.
He looked very seductive.
But no one dared to blaspheme this beauty, he was too pure, and no one dared to blaspheme him.
At this moment, God was panting lightly, and his eyes were slightly red.
"You …" Shen Wanqing resisted the urge to take action, and asked him with concern.
His Holiness the Pope calmly interrupted her, "Your injury is already healed, quickly leave."
Hearing this, Shen Wanqing was slightly startled, she gritted her teeth and continued to ask, "What's wrong with your body?"
To anyone in the Temple, treating such a wound should be a piece of cake. Why … Why was it so difficult for him?
She couldn't help but think of what the two believers said when they passed by the Holy Cathedral. His energy was declining? How could it be, wasn't he the Pope?
The Pope of the Holy Cathedral was a god, worshipped by the believers, and possessed the purest and strongest power in the world, how could his energy be declining?
The young man lightly brushed her hand away, his pale lips slightly pursed, and his expression was cold without sorrow, "Leave."
Shen Wanqing, "…"
She was flustered and exasperated, and wanted to throw a tantrum, but she couldn't make a sound. Shen Wanqing could only say in the end, "I can't fly …"
Hearing this, the holy and pure His Holiness the Pope turned his gaze away.
Under the cold and calm gaze of the other party, Shen Wanqing sadly hugged her little wings, she raised her head and looked at the other party pitifully, "I'm hungry … I can't fly …"
As she spoke, Shen Wanqing's gaze involuntarily fell on the snow-white skin under the other party's collar.
His skin was snow-white, and even just by looking at it, one could feel the other party's pure and holy aura.
However, it was precisely because of this that it appeared even more alluring.
Shen Wanqing's eyes reddened. She couldn't help but want to transform into her human form and take a bite of her snow-white neck.
However, the pure aura of light on his body made Shen Wanqing shrink back. She could not get too close to him.
Especially since he was wearing the Holy Weapon of the Holy Cathedral's Pope.
Shen Wanqing could only swallow her saliva to quench her thirst.
The hunger in his stomach became more obvious.
The Pope glanced at her and frowned. He seemed to be thinking about the meaning of Shen Wanqing's words, but he still did not understand. He asked doubtfully, "Since you're hungry, go find some food. I don't have any food here..."
His Holiness the Pope suddenly paused. He stood up and walked to the table beside him. He walked over with a stack of exquisite pastries from the table and sat down in front of Shen Wanqing.
He picked up a piece of rose cake, cut it into small pieces, and placed it in front of Shen Wanqing. He asked indifferently, "Do you want to eat? This is all I have in my room. "
Looking at the pastries in front of her, Shen Wanqing blinked. She looked up at His Holiness the Pope, shook her head and said, "No..."
The Pope looked down at her. The little bat was picky?
He was about to advise her to cherish her food, but the little bat in front of him looked at him and said, "I'm a vampire. Vampires don't eat pastries."
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