Chapter 1377
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"Your Holiness is the Pope of the Holy Cathedral. The Holy Cathedral is holy and benevolent, and its believers are devout and kind. You can lend a helping hand to those who are suffering, so why can't you help me? Is it because … is it because I am a vampire? Is that why Your Holiness is so cruel? "
Shen Wanqing's accusation caught His Holiness off guard. There had been people who had cried in front of him and told him about their hardships, and he had been able to gently enlighten them.
But …
Cruel?
His Holiness the Pope, who had never been called heartless, was at a loss of what to do. This was the first time in many years that His Holiness the Pope had been wronged by someone. His Holiness the Pope, who had always been revered and worshipped, was suddenly at a loss of how to deal with this situation.
He opened his petal-like thin lips slightly. His lips were light red, but then he pursed his lips, losing some color.
His Holiness lowered his long eyelashes, his beautiful face, and said softly, "No … it's not …"
His Holiness said, "It's not because you are a vampire. It's just that our identities are not suitable for this." If others knew, you would be in trouble.
"Not suitable for this, what is it not suitable for?" Whenever the old hooligan caught an opportunity to take advantage of someone, he would subconsciously retort back to take advantage of them.
His Holiness the Pope was taken aback. The other party's light brown eyes were incomparably pure, and that somewhat blank expression of hers looked extremely innocent. He did not understand what Shen Wanqing meant by those words.
The other party's hand on the piano case slowly lowered, and the soft white robe hung on his arm, slowly covering his white wrist.
Kristel pursed his red lips, lowered his long eyelashes, and swept past the mole at the corner of his eye. He said softly, "I can't let you suck blood."
His voice was very calm, no different from before. Qingqing was cold and distant.
Shen Wanqing blinked slightly, and understood why the other party did not understand the meaning of her words.
The reason why the Pope could become the Pope of the Holy Cathedral was because he had light energy.
The most important thing was to have pure light energy. In order to have the purest light energy, one must first have no trace of distracting thoughts in one's heart. It must be pure and clean, like a piece of white paper that had not been stained with any color.
For someone as pure and innocent as Kristel, he probably had nothing left.
Her little head drooped down and her little wings drooped. She looked sickly, even sicker than Kristel.
"If that's the case, then I'll stay here and accompany Your Majesty …"
Hearing that, His Holiness the Pope's eyes flashed slightly. He lowered his long, light-colored eyelashes and his beautiful, petal-like lips moved slightly. He looked at the little bat on the table as if he wanted to say something.
Little Bat slowly said, "Your Majesty, please don't despise me. I haven't eaten for a long time. Even if Your Majesty despises me, it's fine. I'll die soon. It won't take more than three days. If Your Majesty can't take it anymore, you can hand me over to the apostles outside. I … I'm fine … "
Little Bat's voice was low. Her soft voice was a little hoarse, sounding so pitiful that it made one's heart ache.
His Holiness the Pope's snow-white fingertips paused for a moment. He turned his face slightly to the side. His beautiful face was illuminated by the candlelight, holy and clean.
"Die?" His lips moved slightly, softly.
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