I Shocked the Globe

Chapter 232 Feeder Super Sweet (61)

"Wait, uh..."

He opened his lips and wanted to say something, but after saying a word, he lifted up his lips and opened his eyes at a loss, the pure eyes shook like the lake water, and the shattered shimmering light was a little uncomfortable. He narrowed his eyes and breathed slowly.

There was a slight absence in the expression.

As if I could feel that the blood was flowing and the fangs were piercing, all the feelings were surging with the blood clan's eating, and I had no time to think about anything. I could only squint almost helplessly, slender white fingers pushing the girl's shoulder.

"Enough, enough..."

Pope Saint Celos said slowly, his pure and smooth voice like prayer, now also slightly dumb, lowering his eyelashes at a loss, his long butterfly-like eyelashes flicked slightly, and he repeated again dumbly:

"You stop..."

The blood race who had just started to eat naturally did not want to stop swallowing. She moved her little fangs a little, but still sucked slowly, feeling that her shoulder was held by the pope, as if the other party had been restraining something, a divine light breath Rich, and deity, but breathing lightly in the sun.

He tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. Eyes without focal length are still pure and holy.

Suddenly curious, Yunxia wanted to raise her head to look at his expression, but the sweetness of the blood was delicious. She swallowed it a few times. When the hunger was not so obvious, she restrained herself and carefully backed away, raised her hand and wiped her lips. angle.

She looked to the Pope above the Holy See.

The thin red and magnificent face on the man's face narrowed slightly, and the clear eyes were almost blurred, lost in confusion, and the lips opened slightly, breathing lightly, and after a while, slowly closed his eyes and calmed the light breath, There was a dark and moving sound quality in his voice, and he whispered slowly: "I said to stop you."

The girl lowered her head innocently and pointed at him carefully. She felt very cute with that expression.

No wonder Helena was so worried about him.

This expression is really beautiful.

She whispered: "I will control, not drink too much, just a little."

The pope gently squeezed the thin lips, and the color of the lips was the same as the side face. The pale pale color finally turned red. He closed his eyes and slowly opened it, staring blankly at the void in front of him.

"So... what the **** is this?"

He asked slowly, raised his hand, and touched his neck. The imprint made by the blood race has disappeared, and the wound is completely healed.

There is no pain in the whole process, only the weird...

Overwhelmed.

Saint Celos squeezed his eyebrows and raised his hands to gently organize the neck of the robes. After the thin red faded, it was still a sacred and bright pope. The faith was pure and not blasphemous.

Yun Xia raised her eyebrows and explained: "It's just a feeling, it's not harmful to the body... Why do you always care about this?"

San Celos was silent.

Why care...

He recalled the almost crazy illusion, still unable to hold his lips, looked away, his white cheeks reddish again, and asked again: "Really nothing? But weird..."

"The blood sucking is like this, anyway, the blood sucking time is not long, can't bear it?" Yunxia exposed the dimple very calmly.

San Celos did not refute her.

It seems that it is indeed his own problem.

The pope's pure eyes dropped, his fingertips touched his neck, but the clear pupils were slightly dark.

(End of this chapter)