Chapter 1381
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His Holiness the Pope pursed his lips and did not speak. He gently turned his face to the side.
"I can transform into a human! It's just that … I don't have the strength to transform into a human now. When I'm full, I'll be able to! "Shen Wanqing explained to herself.
Looking at her flapping little wings, His Holiness the Pope frowned slightly. "But didn't you say that you can't eat now?"
"That's right, but …" Shen Wanqing was stunned. She blinked and said, "You can also not bite the neck!"
She looked at his cold eyes, pure and holy. "I'll just drink some blood. I can only bite the neck when I'm in human form. "
"… How do you drink it?" Kristel asked.
Hearing this, Shen Wanqing slowly looked at the young man's snow-white fingertips. She blinked her scarlet little eyes. "Just a little?"
Kristel naturally noticed Shen Wanqing's gaze on his fingertips. He was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips and nodded. "I understand."
"Huh?" Shen Wanqing was confused. What did he understand?
His Holiness the Pope stood up and walked to the side with his slender body. He picked up the holy weapon hanging on the wall — a silver dagger.
Looking at him holding the dagger, Shen Wanqing was so scared that her body stiffened. "You … you, what are you doing?"
Hearing the girl's panicked voice, His Holiness the Pope turned around. He saw the fear in her eyes and looked down at the holy weapon in his hand.
His Holiness the Pope's voice was calm. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
He turned around and picked up a small cup. The cup was transparent and looked frosted. The outside of the cup was engraved with the shape of a cloud.
When he placed the cup in front of Shen Wanqing, Shen Wanqing stared at it blankly. Suddenly, she smelled an extremely fragrant scent.
Shen Wanqing's eyes reddened. She looked up subconsciously and was stunned.
The young man in front of her had a cut on his snow-white fingertips. Red blood flowed from the wound.
The blade of the sacred artifact that he had been holding in his hand was now stained with blood.
He put the sacred artifact aside and picked up the small cup in front of him. The blood from his fingertips flowed into the cup.
The seductive scent in the air made Shen Wanqing's eyes turn scarlet, and the fangs at the side of his mouth were even more restless.
After a while, Kristel placed the small cup in front of Shen Wanqing. Before he could say anything, the little bat in front of him flew to the side of the small cup and lowered its head to drink the blood in the cup.
Seeing this, Kristel pursed his lips and shut his mouth.
He turned around and picked up the handkerchief beside him. As the young man moved, the tassel on his shoulder swayed gently.
Shen Wanqing finished the drink with satisfaction. When she looked up, she saw that the other party was wiping the blood on her hand with a handkerchief.
Her eyes widened.
"Stop, stop!"
His Holiness the Pope paused for a moment. He turned his head slightly, his beautiful face calm. "What's wrong?"
"How could you wipe it!" This was simply a reckless waste of natural resources!
Shen Wanqing flew over hurriedly and accurately hugged His Holiness's injured index finger.
Before His Holiness the Pope could react, the little bat in front of him hugged his finger. The tip of its tongue licked the remaining blood on his fingertips. He could still feel the little bat fangs on his fingertips faintly.
It felt a little strange. This was the first time that His Holiness the Pope had allowed someone to come so close to him. Although it was just a little bat now, it still felt unnatural.
His Holiness the Pope pursed his lips slightly and reached out to pull the little bat down. He whispered, "The wound has healed. Just wash it."
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