Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 1527 Just take a bite [14]

He looked very young, with a beautiful face, with calm emotions between his brows, and the tear moles at the end of his eyes looked extraordinarily cold.

The long eyelashes hang down, and through the candlelight, they are dyed light gold.

The eyebrows were palpitating, neither sad nor happy, revealing an extremely cold alienation.

From the brow bone to the bridge of the nose are very high and straight, the pale crimson lips are slightly pursed coldly, not aware of the slightest emotion.

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

Suddenly, a cautious voice came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty the Pope?"

The snow-white and beautiful Pope paused for a moment, and the gentle and melodious piano sound stopped immediately, and his voice was cold: "What's the matter?"

The man seemed to be very panic-stricken, and hurriedly said, "It's His Majesty, just now a person from the blood race sneaked in in the temple. I want to ask His Majesty if he has seen that blood race person?"

Hearing this, Shen Wanqing was startled, and immediately turned her head to look nervously at the young man in front of her.

The Pope's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked at her coldly, while Shen Wanqing also tried his best to hide the blood aura on him.

She saw the young man's crimson lips pursed slightly, thinking that the other party was going to surrender herself, Shen Wanqing immediately ignored the injured little wing, and hugged the young man's snow-white fingertips in a panic.

The little wings are really too small, it is extremely difficult to even hug the young man's fingertips.

The Pope looked down at her, the little bat shook his head, and looked at him pitifully with his small red eyes, "...don't"

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

She saw that the young man paused slightly, and His Majesty the Pope was still looking at her lightly, but his light-colored pupils seemed to be tinged with surprise.

It turned out to be a girl...

The Pope's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he slowly retracted the fingertips that were hugged by the little bat. Shen Wanqing's heart sank. He wants to hand himself over?
"No." The other party's voice was cold.

The people outside the door were slightly stunned, then quickly nodded and left, "Excuse me, Your Majesty the Pope."

he's gone.

Shen Wanqing was still a little stunned, she looked at the young man in front of her in bewilderment, "Why...why?"

The other party didn't answer her, but saw that the other party raised his wrist, and a white light suddenly condensed on the snow-white fingertips.

When Shen Wanqing was not at all on guard, the other party's fingertips with white light suddenly landed on his little wings.

It was ice-cold, and there was a steady stream of energy pouring into the body.

Shen Wanqing was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously flying away as if flapping her little wings.

But before her little wings flapped, she was tapped lightly on the forehead by the other party. He looked calm, "Be good, don't move."

It was a very flat tone, clear and cold and distant.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was healing your wounds, you wouldn't be able to tell that this person was caring about you. His mood was so calm, it was like a god's mansion without sorrow or joy.

Shen Wanqing was obedient and did not move. She sat on the table and looked up at the handsome young man in front of her.

The snow-white teaching gown was clean and spotless, and the neckline covered the beautiful collarbone. She could only vaguely see the snow-white neck.

A string of star-shaped tassels hung on the thin shoulders, and a pattern was outlined on the tassels, which should be the symbol of the temple.

(End of this chapter)