Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 1526 Just take a bite [13]

Like a god, clean without the slightest impurity.

Shen Wanqing blinked her eyes, her eyes flicked over the other's beautiful eyebrows, and finally stopped at the shallow tear mole under the other's eye.

She couldn't help guessing.

Will the gods cry?

When she was still staring at the other party stupidly, the other party had lowered his brows and eyes, and suddenly mentioned her gently.

The small body flew up in the air, and the feeling of weightlessness brought Shen Wanqing back to his senses quickly.

The back of his neck was gently pinched, and his fingertips were icy cold, which made Shen Wanqing shrink back his neck uncontrollably.

The gate of life has been pinched by the other party, and Shen Wanqing is completely passive at this moment.

She blinked her red eyes lightly, looked at the other's beautiful face, and was about to ask for mercy, but she didn't expect that the next second she was gently placed aside by the table.

Shen Wanqing was stunned for a moment, she looked over curiously, only then did she realize that she had landed so coincidentally on the other party's instrument.

Looking at the other party's calm eyebrows, Shen Wanqing suddenly felt a little guilty.

She probably didn't... didn't crush the instrument, did she?

His Majesty the Pope glanced at her indifferently, then turned his head slightly, his long light-colored eyelashes drooping slightly, and his snow-white fingertips slowly landed on the violin case in front of him.

He paused slightly with his fingertips, and after a few seconds of silence, he moved his fingertips lightly across the piano case.

His Majesty the Pope quietly lowered his hands and lowered his long eyelashes. Only then did he slowly set his sights on Shen Wanqing.

"Bloodlines."

The voice is very cold, calm, and the tone is not questioning.

He knew his identity, and he could see it at a glance.

Shen Wanqing wanted to hug herself with her small wings, but when she moved, she realized that her wings were injured.

Her stinging eyes were red, and there was a mist of mist in her eyes, it was so pitiful.

Shen Wanqing didn't expect it to be so painful. Wasn't it scratched by the window?

Tetanus? !
"You were burned by the holy vessel." The Pope's cold and calm eyes flicked over the wings of the little bat, his brows were calm and calm.

Holy artifact?

Shen Wanqing was at a loss.

She turned around, endured the burning pain on her little wings, poked her head and looked towards the window.

She looked at it for a while and didn't see the so-called holy artifact.

The little bat turned around in a daze, the red pupils were full of confusion, and it was obvious that the little bat got nothing.

His Majesty the Pope glanced past her face, and he withdrew his gaze, stroking the strings on the piano case with his fingertips, and said softly, "That little silver flower."

Silver flower?

Shen Wanqing was startled, she turned her head and took a look.

The small red eyes immediately opened wide.

There really is!

She turned her head in surprise, and wanted to flutter her little wings to tell the young man in front of her, but she frowned in pain at the sting on her little wings.

Ma'am...it hurts...

Perhaps it was her movement that attracted the attention of the Pope. The Pope paused slightly with his fingertips stroking the strings, and gave her a flat look, "The injury is not very serious, just rest for a while."

The implication is to tell her not to move, otherwise it will only get worse.

Hearing this, Shen Wanqing drooped her little wings.

OK then.

Seeing the little bat that settled down, His Majesty the Pope was a little surprised, but the little bat from the blood clan was surprisingly obedient.

He lowered his long eyelashes slightly, and continued to pluck lightly with his fingertips resting on the strings.

The melodious and gentle sound of the piano made Shen Wanqing involuntarily turn his attention to the young man.

(End of this chapter)