The squeamish bag is coaxed by bad men every day in the infinite world

"You want to pour the water out, and my vines can absorb it. If you need it, I can help you."

If anyone else was present, they would be amazed at how much the Pope said.

He usually does not like to talk, and his temperament is even more arrogant and indifferent, like the moon suspended in the sky, only for admiration.

Yu He always felt a little weird, and his eyes drifted over vigilantly.

However, the pope's face is too upright and noble, like an unattainable god, who has no interest in the mortal world.

Looking at him for a moment, Yu He still nodded her head.

The moment Yu He agreed, several meters of green vines rose from the ground around the altar out of thin air, and the aura that shot straight into the sky made the saints under the high platform almost go crazy.

Roaring, carnival, screaming.

Even if she couldn't see the movement under the high platform, Yu He could still imagine the crazy scene of demons dancing wildly.

Turning his head blankly, what caught his eyes was overwhelming green, as if he was trapped in a green prison.

Unconsciously, he wrapped his arms around the Pope's neck, and buried his face in it timidly.

This timid and dependent posture is most likely to arouse the male's desire to bully.

"afraid?"

"Um……"

Fearing that bad things about people would be heard, Yu He's voice was very soft: "They are so strange."

He is really timid, he will be afraid in crowded places, and he will feel uneasy in noisy places.

This kind of violent, crazy, and other kind of person is exactly the type that Yu He is afraid of and dare not touch.

The round head resting on the neck is well-behaved and obedient, and even the swirls are exquisite and cute. The Pope stared at it for a moment, and comforted: "They can't come up, no one can hurt you."

Yu He didn't speak, but lay quietly on his body. Through the exchange of body temperature, her restless heart gradually calmed down.

There is no longer a ghost-like roar in my ears, but the gentle and delicate sound of running water.

After listening for a while, he felt a little sleepy.

The pope didn't pour water for him right away, but baptized him first, which is the rule of the Holy See.

And it just happened that although the pope was a little clumsy, he didn't rub him and hurt him. He was very comfortable and liked it very much.

"When will you pour me some water?" Yu He suddenly raised his head, just as the Pope looked down at him.

In the haze of white steam, his face was a blur of pink, his eyes were also wet and red, with some tears from the corners of his eyes after yawning.

The lips were slightly opened, and a small part of the red tongue was exposed, exhaling sweet and hot air.

"Are you in a hurry?" The Pope pinched his spine slowly, as meticulously as an artist stroking his own work.

Yu He was a little itchy and couldn't help laughing.

Deliberately suppressed voice line, muffled by water vapor, his voice was muffled low and soft, full of moist, warm and intimate extended tail.

Not like being tickled, more like eagerly demanding.

The Pope looked away calmly, his eyes as cold as ice crystals remained unmoved, his knuckles were constantly bending, and he continued his work, that is, the baptism of the Holy See.

Yu He is very ticklish, her skin is tender, and she gets itchy every few times. She pushes her broad shoulders with her small hands, but she doesn't dare to push too hard, for fear of falling down.

He stepped on the Pope's leg, and he might slip and fall if he took a slightly longer step.

Or maybe his lack of cooperation disturbed the Pope's work, and several green vines quietly drilled out from under the altar.

Some slippery touch rolled up Yu He's ankle, scaring him to widen his beautiful eyes.

The vines of the auxiliary work continued to go up, at a very slow speed, moving forward, and Yu He didn't dare to breathe out, and grabbed the clothes on the Pope's shoulders tightly.

This kind of slippery and sticky touch feels a bit cool, and when it attaches to the skin, it twists and crawls like a snake.

The waist was gradually fixed, and some vines were fixed on his Adam's apple, and the baptism was emphasized.

The emerald green vines continued to work again, tentatively touching Yu He's small chin, and the front end was like a tentacle with some adsorption function, eager to try around the rosy lips.

The itchy and frightening touch made Yu He's eyes water again. He looked up sadly at the person, his mouth tightly pressed, and the begging in his eyes was self-evident.

The pope was still relented.

He is really timid and delicate, and he looks cautious and cautious before the baptism, it can be seen that he is really afraid of pain.

But being so scared, he didn't dare to speak loudly, he just opened a pair of wet eyes and looked at others like a baby.

Maybe he wants to do something substantial to save himself, but he can't do it, he is so small in the face of absolute power.If I had to describe him, it would be——

Fragile and beautiful.

Sensing the softening of the Pope's attitude, Yu He blinked. Although he was slow and not very smart, his perception in this area was particularly keen.

He tentatively leaned forward and kissed the pope's chin. The pope's eyelashes moved slightly, and he saw him showing an extremely pitiful expression.

He was the one who stole relatives, he was the one who messed around, and he was the one who put on a pitiful appearance of being bullied.

"Why are you crying?" asked the pope.

The pope's voice has always been very cold, this kind of indifference comes from the bottom of his bones, the coldness of indifference to anything.

Yu He raised her eyelashes aggrievedly, and rubbed the cloth on the pope's shoulders with her thin white fingers: "Don't be cruel to me, you have to be nicer to me..."

"why?"

"They were all very nice to me."

Yu He said without thinking, that natural look and expression, it seems that being nice to him is a matter of course, and there is no need to doubt it.

they.

Finding Yu He was full of twists and turns. There are various forces who want to get him, including now, he is still being watched by several major forces.

Veteran family [Perelli], [Granlia]...

If the Holy See hadn't found out that several big families secretly joined forces to attack Tang, the Holy See would not be able to openly break into [Granlia].

As Tang said, as long as he is still in [Granlia], the Holy See cannot attack [Granlia].

Among them, the Pope knows better than anyone else, and he also knows that this doll is loved by many people.

But when he really heard "they" from his mouth, the darkest corners of his body could not avoid the breeding of dark emotions, which engulfed his soul like a net.

"They treat you well and are willing to spoil you and spoil you. Do I want it too?" The pope asked quietly, "Why?"

Yu He was stunned, he couldn't answer why, he didn't know why these men wanted to treat him well, and he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to think about it even if he was lazy.

When asked about this matter, questions that he had never thought about were brought to the surface, forcing him to think about it.

After racking his brain for a long time, Yu He couldn't figure it out either. He always thought things very slowly, and he was impatient, and the unclear threads of thoughts in his mind were annoying.

Thinking about it, the coquettish him actually developed a small temper, and Yu He, who was avoiding the problem, hugged the Pope's neck again, and said sullenly: "You can spoil me too."

There was actually a sense of grievance.

The Pope didn't speak, and he didn't answer whether he could. This question didn't make any sense.

The work was still going on, the pope continued to cleanse the doll of its sins, and pinched Yu He's chin, completely exposing this face to his eyes.

The rough fingertips pressed against the full lower lip, forming a small depression. Yu He wanted to turn her head away, but let the Pope enter the mouth smoothly.

"Do you want to wash here too?" Yu He asked vaguely.

"Yes," said the pope, "yes."

Because he was talking, his teeth could not avoid hitting his knuckles, but he was very polite, and he tried to keep his teeth as he was afraid of biting someone.

The well-behaved boy who was always thinking of others made himself suffer so much, his jaw was restricted, and the warmth inside couldn't help seeping out, dyeing his bones and fingers thoroughly.

The Pope inspected and cleaned the teeth very carefully. He probed in along the front teeth one by one, feeling the texture of each tooth.

Yu He's teeth are very neat, and there is an inconspicuous small canine tooth on the side. Each tooth is like a polished shell, delicate and smooth.

After leaving, the Pope lowered his eyes to look at his hand. There was a curved and reflective silver line between the fingertips and the tip of the tongue, which seemed to be lingering and reminiscing.

Yu He is still a little confused about the situation, but he is very obedient, and he is not uncomfortable, and he is also very obedient.

Suddenly, like a cat that exploded, he panicked and asked, "Do you want to be baptized here too?"

"Ah."

"But I'm ticklish..."

Seeing the pope come to see him again, Yu He also realized that he had a lot of things to do, but he was really scared, so he could only press his soft cheeks against it, and coquettishly: "Can you pay attention a little bit? I'm really terrified of that."

From the perspective of the Pope, he could see the black eyelashes that had been moistened into pinches trembling uncomfortably, and the soft cheeks were slightly deformed by the pressure.

The warmth of speaking was almost poured on his lips.

Just when Yu He thought he couldn't get an answer, the man replied: "Try your best."

Yu He always felt that she was rejected.

He looked up carefully, the Pope didn't push him away, so he shouldn't be annoying, but why was his attitude still so cold?

Yu He observed for a while, and the Pope's movements were indeed very light and gentle. He knew that he was afraid of itchiness and pain, so he was very measured.

But his skin is tender, and he still feels a little uncomfortable.

"Ugh-"

He whined softly, and uttered several low-pitched meows similar to those of a milk cat in the ear of the Pope, obviously itching.

Yu He is really delicate, afraid of itching and pain, and his skin is still tender, just serving him is a troublesome thing.

Pope still remembers promise to slow down progress on baptisms.Finally, several green vines swayed in front of Yu He's eyes.

Yu He curiously stepped forward to compare. The vines were of different thicknesses, arranged from small to large. The leftmost one was about the size of her thumb, and the rightmost one was bigger than her wrist.

"Which one?"

"this."

Yu He chose the thumb-sized one without hesitation.

After the selection, he took the initiative to straighten his back, and wrapped his arms around the Pope's neck coquettishly: "Pour out the water for me quickly, it's so uncomfortable."

When the Pope was making preparations just now, Yu He drank some water and went in. Now his stomach is very uncomfortable, and even has a rounded shape.

He lowered his head and patted his stomach again, wondering if it was his illusion, as if he could hear the sound of running water.

The little face was depressed and angry, and she couldn't help but press down, as if she wanted to use this to pour out the water she drank.

At the same time, the pope also started his help.

Because Yu He had helped Yu He before, and Yu He chose very conservatively, so the planting went very smoothly.

The pope's vines need to drink water, and Yu He wants to pour the water away. It is perfect to use the vines to absorb the "waste water" that Yu He doesn't want.

Everything went well, but Yu He soon began to have weak legs, perhaps because she was tired after standing for a long time.Or maybe it was because he was really not used to the Pope's way of handling it, and the side effects of the moment also came up one by one.

He tilted his neck up and shook for a while because he couldn't stand firmly. Fortunately, the Pope kindly supported him so that he didn't miss and fall into the water.

Yu He pursed her mouth, her pink cheeks were wet, stained by tears.He said with a bit of tears: "How could this be..."

How could it be different than expected?

He turned his head slightly and glanced again, seeing the vines wriggling back and forth, he was even more frightened.

Every pore of the vine can breathe and has strong vitality. It absorbs water one by one, sucking like a tongue, and can't wait.

The survival instinct of plants is extremely strong, and when they encounter water that can nourish themselves, they absorb it like crazy.

The holy water under the altar is densely covered. In some delicious areas, the vines will unconsciously speed up the frequency, and the side effects will become more and more terrible.

"A lot." The tall and indifferent Pope suddenly raised Yu He's pink chin, as if he was very puzzled, "The altar is almost dry, why is it still there?"

The white and delicate feet couldn't be stepped on at all, and could only rely on the Pope's arm like a soft-footed shrimp.

The juicy and plump lips opened and closed, red as ripe fruit, inviting people to taste.

The head that had finally been lowered was held up again, and the slightly rough fingers stroked Yu He's face inch by inch.

Seeing that Yu He was shaking because of him, the Pope curled his knuckles slightly, and continued to ask in that cold and ethereal voice: "What are you thinking?"

"Are you thinking of something bad?"

Yu He was about to retort fiercely, but was turned around with his chin pinched. The vines grew a lot after absorbing the water from the altar. They were originally only the size of his thumb, but now they are close to half of his wrist.

The little face that didn't have time to attack stayed there, and the rosy lips were slightly opened in surprise, revealing a little bit of the tip of the tongue that was extremely gorgeous.

The small piece of crimson was tightly blocked, and Yu He was terrified. She quickly put her arms around the Pope's neck and said in a trembling voice, "It's so scary..."

But this is already the weakest vine.

He couldn't help but look back again, turned back as if startled, raised his head blankly and asked, "Is this what I fed?"

The corner of the pope's mouth was slightly raised, his expression was a little relaxed, but his tone was still cold: "Yes."

"Liar!"

Yu He said fiercely, "I didn't drink so much, how could I raise it so big."

The Pope just chuckled and said nothing, and squeezed the back of his neck with one hand, feeling the soft touch from his fingertips.

After losing her temper, Yu He was a little guilty, and because it was really itchy, she lowered her head and shoulders and trembled in fear, and couldn't help rubbing her knees together to relieve the itching, exhaling sweet and hot air.

He finally couldn't help it, and grabbed the Pope's sleeve: "Quickly scratch it for me."

The Pope was also willing to help, but he wasn't sure where Yu He was itching, so he could only try a little bit.Every time I change an itchy flesh, I am very confused and ask: "Is it itchy here?"

"Still here?"

The Pope searched for several places, but he didn't find the right place. Instead, he made the situation even more serious.

Yu He raised his wet little face in bitterness, and he realized that he was being teased. He bit the Pope angrily, and then went to tickle himself.

He squeezed together with the Pope, making the already narrow area even more impenetrable.

The water vapor in the altar is lingering, and the hot water seems to plunder all the oxygen, leaving only thin air.

At this time, the vines sensed the invasion of a third party, and danced violently like crazy, concentrating in a small area, excited to the point of excitement.

The Pope felt the movement of the vine very clearly, after all, his middle finger was almost attached to the vine.

Realizing that Yu He didn't continue to tickle, the Pope kindly helped him continue.

"Why are you staring at one place and scratching..."

The aggrieved Yu He was cursing intermittently, and couldn't help but beat the prankster, "Woo...bad man, bad man!"

Yu He's insteps were tense, but she couldn't stand up because of slippery feet, so she could only lean on the Pope's shoulder, crying helplessly.

He also said dazedly, "I really want to vomit..."

He was lowering his head and touching his stomach and shedding tears when his jaw was suddenly pinched.

"Feeling sick? Did you drink too much water?"

The Pope suddenly pressed the ups and downs of Yu He's belly, and said to him, "Why did you drink so much water?"

Yu He has a small frame and a thin belly, and Xi Shiqiu is a little out of shape because he drank too much water.

Rough fingers slid across the shape above, with a sense of rigorous exploration.

Poor Yu He was completely speechless, she could only raise her eyelashes and stare blankly at people, her eyes were a little distorted, and the ends of her eyes were wet and red.

Like a lamb whose throat has been torn apart.

As a spiritual symbol of God in the world, it should be holy and desireless, but now, the pope is like the most savage rough man in the market, asking him constantly: "I can feel your breathing, beating .”

He leaned close to Yu He's ear who was distracted, and said softly and intentionally, "You dance so fast."

"Is your heart beating this fast all the time?"

No one answered.

Yu He's head was blank, her whole body turned pink from the hot water, her mouth opened and she cried out helplessly.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at the excess water in the altar with trembling eyelashes. Seeing the same surprise on the pope's face, he stood there in a daze.

Shame and embarrassment, Yu He raised her pink arm to cover her face, and said in a crying voice, "Don't look at me..."

Yu He, who encountered this situation for the first time, really panicked.

The Pope was even more at a loss. He could see that Yu He was really frightened this time, so he immediately reached out and stroked the back of his head, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, it's okay."

"But it's so dirty..."

"Not dirty."

Yu He cried until his shoulders were shaking, and his little head was still being rubbed. No matter how the Pope coaxed him, he refused to show his eyes.

Afraid of being ridiculed, he felt ashamed and embarrassed, and wished he could get into a hole in the ground.

The carnival sound below continued, and he pursed his mouth, crying even more aggrieved: "They are all laughing at me."

"No, they can't see it. They couldn't see it before. This place has undergone special treatment. No matter what, they can't see the top, and they can't hear our voice." The Pope was a little helpless, "And I used the power, Wrapped in a wall of vines, no one can get in."

"Only we can hear the voices and see what's going on outside. And they can't spy on us."

The frail lamb was finally willing to put down his arm, revealing his wet red eyes.The Pope stared at it for a while, and couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her.

"No one saw you but me."

Yu He, whose vision was blurred by tears, couldn't see clearly. The Pope helped him wipe away the tears little by little, and his vision recovered.

The surrounding area is indeed surrounded by vines, and everywhere the eyes go is dark green, and the light above the head shines on the sleep, refracting strands of green light.

Although it was not seen by others, it was still seen.

Yu He felt extremely ashamed, he had never been so ugly in his life, thinking about it, sour tears came out again.

"What's wrong?" The pope lowered his tone unconsciously.

His eyebrows and eyes were extremely cold, and the sense of distance brought by his silver hair and silver eyes faded away at this moment, as warm as ice and snow melting.

"But you saw it..." Yu He complained softly, "It's so embarrassing, it's all your fault."

"Yes, blame me." The pope immediately admitted his mistake without refuting it.

He thinks that he has no bad taste, and although he is not an elegant and good person, he will never... go too far.

But he wasn't just over the top, he was extremely vile. Before today, the Pope never thought that he would bully a defenseless person like this.

The most frightening thing was that he didn't feel any regrets. Looking at Yu He's pretty face that was almost distorted, he just wanted to go too far.

Yu He, who was coaxed, lost her temper immediately, and glared fiercely: "It's so dirty, it's for nothing!"

Yu He hated the thought of dirty things in the bath water.

He has always been very clean.

"Dirty?" said the pope, "not dirty."

Yu He didn't believe it.

It's not dirty here... He's not a fool, he's not that easy to cheat.

He snorted and got angry coquettishly, turned his head away and refused to look at people, and lost his temper with a tear-stained ruddy face, thinking that he was arrogant, but in reality it would only be more tempting to taste.

Then, his pupils dilated.

In order to prove that he was not lying, the pope stretched out a hand into the pool water, picked up part of the bath water, and slowly put it into his mouth.

Yu He's expression was dull, and he wanted to reach out to stop him, but was held back, and was almost forced to read the whole thing that followed.

The Pope's expression is so serious, and there is even some aftertaste in his eyebrows and eyes, which makes people suspect that what he is drinking at the moment is not the dirty bath water, but the delicious food on the table of a top hotel.

His eating habits were originally very elegant and refined, but now, he deliberately wolfed down and made the sound of drinking water, as if deliberately trying to attract someone's attention.

Afterwards, he raised his eyes to meet Yu He's eyes, looked at each other, and licked the rest of his finger nostalgicly.

The expression is intoxicated and obsessed.