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Chapter 1420

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"If you drink my blood, you'll be mine."

So, have you really decided to degenerate from a god worshipped by thousands of people to a demon like her who can only hide in the dark?

Kristel didn't speak. He just raised his hand silently and pulled open his snow-white collar, revealing his fair skin.

The fragrance she exuded was extremely seductive and could make people lose their minds.

Shen Wanqing leaned over and revealed her fangs that had long been unbearable. Although it was difficult to endure, her fangs still gently pierced the young man's skin.

Sweet and hot blood flowed down her fangs, rolled into her throat, and filled her whole body. His ice-cold body began to boil at this moment.

The night sky outside the window was so dark. The stars hanging in the night sky were so bright, and the crescent moon was incomparably bright.

The spring breeze blew and swayed the treetops. It was so quiet, but it made people happy.

The blood in his body was quickly draining away. Kristel could feel that his limbs were gradually becoming cold and stiff.

While his whole body was cold, he couldn't stop the strange comfortable feeling of his body being filled to the brim, teasing his nerves.

Pale and weak.

After an unknown period of time, the endless suction finally stopped.

His brain was blank due to lack of oxygen. His thin lips were sickly pale and had lost their color. His light eyes had also lost their luster.

Her fangs slowly retracted, and the girl buried in his neck finally got up.

Under the bright moonlight, the girl's red eyes flickered with a scarlet but terrifying dark light. Her lips were dark red, and blood was flowing from the corners of her lips.

The tip of her tongue licked the corner of her lips, drawing away the blood.

Evil and awe-inspiring.

Looking at the pale and weak His Holiness the Pope, Shen Wanqing raised her hand and bit her forearm with her cold fangs. Blood seeped out of the wound.

Drop by drop, they fell on the snow-white bedsheet, drop by drop, like delicate flowers in full bloom.

She sucked her blood, leaned over, and gently kissed the young man's lips.

The cold blood was like a mountain stream, flowing into his body.

The moment the blood flowed into his throat, the young man with dull eyes subconsciously swallowed along with the girl's movements.

Her shallow eyes were filled with a faint reddish light as she yearned for him.

Shen Wanqing pulled away. She licked the blood on her lips and looked at Kristel. She reached out and pulled down the collar of her dress.

Her snow-white and slender neck was hooked around a black cloth necklace with a cold lace edge.

His fingertips hooked the collar behind his neck. The moment the collar was released, the black collar reflected his sickly skin color. The black and white fingertips formed a great contrast.

The young man's eyes reddened when he saw this.

The collar was hooked by the girl's fingertips and she casually threw it on the ground.

She leaned over, her soft body sticking close to the young man's slender body. Her slender arms hooked around his shoulders. She was extremely clingy yet gentle.

"I'll give you everything you want."

Her skin was pierced, and she reached out to hold the other person's lean waist tightly.

The other party bit her, and the feeling of blood loss mixed with the feeling of being sucked spread along her nerves to her brain. Amidst the pleasure, she almost lost herself.

In a daze, she hugged the young man and sighed softly.

"Your Holiness, stay by my side." Forever.

There was no answer. The room was as quiet as ever, but the person in her arms could feel the other person's arms around her waist.

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