Chapter 195 Feeder Super Sweet (24)

San Celos' eyelashes were drooping, and in the darkness of his eyes, he felt that his hands were tightly grasped by two small hands. The girl looked up and sucked the blood beads out back and forth to clean and small. The fangs rub against the snowy white fingertips, and the tongue stalks away the blood beads, bringing a sense of indescribability.

But it is not obvious.

Yun Xia is very hungry, and the supreme delicacy is in front of him. A few drops of blood have not relieved hunger at all, but people can't help but look forward to it. If such a delicacy can be full...

How good that should be.

She lifted her head a little bit lost and let go of the Pope's white fingers.

She glanced at her pale fingertips, and then at the expression of the pope.

Biting your fingertips and biting your neck are two concepts.

Biting the neck will bring strong sensory stimulation, but the fingertips will not feel that way, and may feel a little uncomfortable at most.

San Celos did not have the slightest expression, and his holy eyebrows were calm. When her lips were loosened, he raised his eyes slightly, and the godless eyes slowly looked over, and asked her in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

"Ok."

Yun Xia let go of his hand reluctantly, remembering something again, took the hand back, wiped it with his own corner, exposing the little tiger teeth, and bent his eyes: "It's really delicious under the crown. Say yes, wait for me to finish Pray all, and let me eat one meal at a time."

"..."

San Celos bowed his head, slightly raised his eyebrows, withdrew his hand, and held the sacred scepter.

When blood races eat and bite through human skin, the wound will heal automatically. At this time, the wound on the fingertip was gone, but the color was still slightly pale.

Lined with the eyes of the Pope's eyes, there is a beautiful pale beauty of the sick beauty.

He stepped away from the inner hall, and Yun Xia hurriedly followed with the skirt angle.

Her eyes returned to black again, and she glanced at the pope's wrist.

Looking at the delicately shaped wrist bone at his wrist, the vampire queen said: "After praying tomorrow... Can I bite my wrist, under the crown?"

St. Cerus paused slightly, his eyes without focal length looked in front of him, the light brown was as clean as a lake, and his thin lips opened lightly. He slowly asked, "Did you feel uncomfortable in today's prayer?"

Yunxia shook her head: "No."

The Pope paused thoughtfully, slightly rubbed his scepter with his fingertips, and nodded: "It turns out that...you have a high resistance to the light of faith, so you can participate in prayer and resist my blood."

Yunxia is only concerned about one thing: "So, can I bite my wrist tomorrow?"

"..." San Celos remained silent for a few seconds before gently nodding. "Yes."

The girl next to him immediately smiled, glanced at the pope's wrist with bad intentions, and was in a good mood, showing a small dimple on the cheek.

Even San Celos felt that the rose floral fragrance of the girl next to her was more intense, as if to show her excellent mood.

The blood race is really obsessed with blood.

He drooped the light-colored eyelashes lightly, as if they were still on his fingertips, the feeling of being bitten by the soft lips...a little strange.

San Celos pursed his lips.

The girl next to him suddenly stood on tiptoe, approached him with his back on his back, and looked at the sacred scepter in the pope's hand, and asked, "Which... can you use my scepter?"

The pope's eyes moved slightly, and the godless pupil stopped for a moment before saying: "The scepter is the supreme holy weapon and cannot be borrowed at will. Moreover... Her Majesty the Queen is a blood man."

(End of this chapter)