Hearing the speech, crestel was stunned. He seemed stunned. At that moment, corester really forgot that the little bat in front of him was actually a vampire.

    Krister pursed his lips slightly, his light pupil was flat and light. He took back his fingertips picking up cakes, slightly gathered his snow-white teaching robe, and said faintly, "what do you want?"

    He seems to remember that the blood clan eats... Does it eat blood?

    Hearing that the Pope''s crown finally brought things to this side, Shen Wanqing couldn''t help getting excited. She licked her sharp fangs, held her small wings and said slowly, "I think... I want to drink the blood under the crown..."

    Krister listened to the bold words of the little bat in front of him, and the calm light pupil moved slightly. He looked at her calmly, "drink my blood?"

    "Mm-hmm!" Shen Wanqing nodded hurriedly, his small red eyes shining at corester, "just a little!" just a little!

    Under the Pope''s crown, he slightly sipped the light crimson lips and slightly turned his face, "No."

    The other party''s voice was clear and smooth, and the gentle tone seemed to recite the melodious and pure doctrinal scriptures.

    Shen Wanqing''s face suddenly collapsed. She hugged her little wings sadly. "Why? I really only drink a little. When I''m full, I have the strength to leave."

    "You are a blood clan and I am the Pope of the temple. Both identities are incompatible with emotion and reason. It''s inconvenient to be known by outsiders." Krister looked at her with pure and cold eyes.

    "It''s okay ~ it''s okay ~ as long as you don''t say it, I won''t say it, and no one will know ~" Shen Wanqing shook his small wings and his tone was very sticky. He looked like a spoiled child and wanted to sell cute.

    "No." under the holy and solemn Pope''s crown, there is no room for people to resist and struggle.

    Krister lightly pursed his lips, and his light eyes were pure. Then he took back his sight, and his fingertips fell on the piano box in front of him again.

    He stroked the lines on the piano box. The candle light was bright, and the halo was dyed on the top of the Pope''s crown. His light golden broken hair was like crossing the sands. In the halo, he was holy and pure, like a God who did not eat human fireworks and had no sorrow or joy.

    Shen Wanqing''s small wings are drooping down. She climbs over and lies pitifully on the piano box.

    Looking at the other party''s snow-white fingertips on the piano box, Shen Wanqing resisted the sweet smell attacking herself. She stabbed her little wings against the other party''s fingertips.

    Under the Pope''s crown, he stroked the fingertips of the piano box, paused slightly, and then calmly continued to stroke the strings.

    Looking at the Pope who ignored himself and was particularly indifferent, Shen Wanqing clenched his teeth angrily and ignored her?!

    Shen Wanqing still harasses the youth with his small wings. Although he is angry, his words are still spineless.

    "Crown... Crown ~ crown, let me have a drink ~ I''ll only have one drink and I''ll never drink more! Do you want me to stay in your room all the time?"

    The other party must have listened to what she said. Shen Wanqing could feel the other party''s fingertips pause slightly when she said the last sentence.

    Ah!

    Shen Wanqing''s eyes brightened.

    Hesitated!

    Hesitation is a play!

    She immediately touched the fingertips of corester with her small wings, and her small red eyes looked at him pitifully.