He looks very young and beautiful, his eyebrows are calm, and the tear mole at the end of his eyes is particularly cold.

    Long eyelashes drooped, stained with light gold through candle light.

    Eyebrow palpitation is not sad or happy, showing the extreme cold alienation.

    The eyebrow bone to the bridge of the nose are very high, and the light crimson lips are cold and slightly pursed, unaware of the slightest emotion.

    He stroked the strings with his fingertips and looked indifferent and distant. It is clear that the sound of the piano is so gentle, but the eyebrows and eyes under the Pope''s crown are cold and pure. There is no gentleness, only cold.

    Suddenly, a cautious voice came from outside the door.

    "Under the Pope?"

    The snow-white and beautiful Pope''s fingertips paused slightly, and the light and melodious sound of the piano stopped immediately. His voice was cold: "what''s the matter?"

    The man seemed very frightened and hurriedly said, "well, under the Pope''s crown, there were blood clan people sneaking in the temple just now. I want to ask if the Pope has seen the blood clan people?"

    Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing was stunned and immediately turned his head and looked nervously at the young man in front of him.

    The Pope lowered his long eyelashes under his crown and looked at her coldly, while Shen Wanqing tried to hide his blood family breath.

    She saw the young man''s Crimson lips slightly pursed, thinking that the other party was going to hand him over. Shen Wanqing immediately ignored the injured little wings and hugged the young man''s snow-white fingertips.

    The small wings are so small that it is very difficult to hold a young man''s fingertips.

    The Pope looked at her with low eyes. The little bat shook his head and looked at him pitifully with small red eyes, "... No"

    The soft voice, perhaps because of begging, is also very soft.

    She saw the young man pause slightly, the Pope looked at her under the crown, the sight was still light, but the light pupil seemed to be infected with a touch of surprise.

    Unexpectedly... It''s a girl

    The Pope gently hung his long eyelashes under his crown and slowly retracted the fingertips held by the little bat. Shen Wanqing''s heart fell down. He wanted to hand himself over?

    "No." the other party''s voice was cold.

    The man outside the door was slightly stunned, then quickly nodded and left, "excuse me, the Pope."

    He''s gone.

    Shen Wanqing was still a little stunned. She looked at the young man in front of her in a daze, "why..."

    The other party didn''t return to her, but he only saw the other party raise his wrist, and the snow-white fingertips suddenly condensed a white light.

    When Shen Wanqing was unprepared, the other party''s white fingertips suddenly fell on his small wings.

    It''s cold, and there''s a steady stream of energy pouring into the body.

    Shen Wanqing was stunned. Subconsciously, he flew away like fluttering small wings.

    But before her little wings could flutter, she was gently nodded on her forehead by the other party. He looked calm, "be good, don''t move."

    It''s a very plain tone, a cold alienation.

    If it is not because the other party is healing for himself, you can''t judge that this person is caring about himself. His mood is too calm, just like a God''s residence without sorrow and joy.

    Shen Wanqing obediently didn''t move. She sat on the table and looked up at the beautiful young man in front of her.

    The snow-white robe was clean and not stained with fine dust. The collar covered the beautiful collarbone. She could only vaguely see the snow-white neck.

    A string of star shaped tassels hung on his thin shoulder. A pattern was outlined above the tassels, which should be the symbol of the temple.