Chapter 211 Super Sweet Feeder (40)

The wide black hood covered the collar and could not see the charming white.

Helena drew back her gaze, looked around, and asked, "How about Her Majesty?"

The other party did not reply.

As if she hadn't seen her or heard her talking, the slender figure walked straight forward.

Helena's eyes flashed.

Stepped up and followed.

Before approaching the other party, she smelled the blood of the man's body, and she was tempting to the extreme. Helena couldn't help squinting, her red eyes stared at the black cloak without blinking.

The blood below...

I don't know what the identity of this blood servant is. His breath is more attractive than the high priest. Before she approaches, she feels hungry. She needs to suppress herself to suppress herself.

Helena naturally did not expect him to be a pope.

After all, the queen was not immune to light, how could she drink the blood of the pope.

Helena herself was half immune to light, and she dared not play the idea of ​​the Pope's crown.

What's more, it is one thing to want to drink the blood of the pope, but it is another thing to drink it.

Yesterday the queen said he was her blood servant.

The pope can never cooperate with the queen, willing to be her blood servant, right?

For this reason, Helena didn't even think of Pope Saint Celos.

She was just strange, that bloodline was really charming, and it contained a bright breath. Is it not a believer in the temple?

She licked her lips, narrowed her eyes, and smiled at each other slightly: "You are looking for gems? Why did your majesty not come with you?"

The other party ignored her.

Seeing him like this, Helena approached slowly and kept a little distance carefully.

"There is no direction here, it is not easy to go out."

She said, glancing at the person next to her eyes, licking some dry lips, and slowly aroused a smile.

Judo: "You can't see it with your eyes, do you want me to help you?"

Helena said, stepping forward and raising her hand to grab the opponent's wrist.

San Celos finally turned his head.

The holy face was quiet, the sleeves flicked away, avoiding the woman's touch, and the beautiful and godless eyes looked at her.

Helena saw the face under the hood again, white and beautiful, those clear eyes looked in her direction, reminding people of the microwave-rippling lake water, but with a calm chill.

The next moment, she felt a slight pain in her skin.

The breath of the holy organ burned the skin, and the pain struck. Helena retreated immediately, surprised and said, "Holy arm? Are you a temple man?"

The other party remained silent.

Helena didn't dare to get closer, she squinted, her voice was softer, and her tail rose, with a little deliberate seduce, and she said softly: "Your Majesty is not here, you don't need to be so nervous."

San Celos glanced at her.

The woman smiled tenderly, and her soft body approached him.

Although she didn't dare to put it on directly under the deterrent of the holy weapon, her body lingered indifferently. She smiled slowly and her voice was frivolous.

"I will not eat you."

eat?

San Celos thoughtfully and slowly said: "You really have no power."

——Under the Pope's crown, what she said is naturally superficial. An ordinary blood family would like to drink their own blood, no doubt can not control.

He glanced back slowly and continued walking forward, his expression calm.

Helena couldn't help but chuckled, and her gorgeous eyes were picked up, her lazy eyes were a little bit hooked, her fingertips wrapped around her silver hair, and she put her lips on her lips to cover her lips and smiled, "Is it."

(End of this chapter)