670 Can I have a bite (82)

He stepped on the ruins of the building in a hurry and hurriedly opened the door of the inner hall. The first thing he saw was a patch of roses scattered on the pure white floor. Every petal was extremely red in color, like a large flow of blood.

It was so weird to be here, and it was dazzling against the whiteness of the floor. And His Majesty the Pope, whom they respected so much, was squatting in the middle with his head buried.

Even if her expression is obscured, her pain can be seen. The believers who read the book were shocked, as if their faith had collapsed when they saw this dazzling and strange scene.

What on earth just happened? Some people were so frightened that they backed away. The saint took a deep breath and carefully walked up the steps to help the golden body.

The arm holding her head was easily pulled away. The woman's slightly messy hair was spread thinly on her shoulders, and her light eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Your Majesty?" The other person's eyes were unfocused, empty with blood-red rose petals, like an empty shell.

After waiting quietly and painfully for a while, a pale golden light flashed across those beautiful eyes. He raised his head slowly and controlled his body unskillfully,

"Huh?" The saint exhaled silently, finally feeling relieved, and asked softly: "How do you feel? What happened?" The palace can be rebuilt after it is destroyed, but the pope who entrusts the favor of the God of Light must not appear. accident.

Mengqing frowned, moved her lips and spoke slowly: "I... seemed to have had a long, long dream." She dreamed that she heard some machine-like sound at the succession ceremony, and then Something seemed wrong... She could clearly see what was happening outside, but her body had become conscious on its own.

"Did I do a lot of inexplicable things?" Some fragments did exist in her mind, but she really couldn't understand her subsequent behavior. Why?

This body is her own. It really feels like a dream.

"No, it's not inexplicable." The saint did not understand her question, but still answered seriously: "His Majesty the Pope has done many good things and is deeply loved by the people."

"He is the gentlest and most approachable pope." Is that...?

"...Really?" Loiselin repeated these two words in a low voice, and his blood flow seemed to slow down. Rebus didn't know how to comfort him. He sighed and shook his head.

"The situation in the temple is not good. Some people say that there are bright red petals scattered on the ground. This may really be the final fate of the vampires." Originally, the entanglement between Cappadocia and Carlos was wrong.

Luo Aiselin lowered his eyes slowly, his pupils flickered between bright and dark, and pursed his lips: "I don't believe in fate." The young man's face was not very good, and his beautifully contoured cheeks did not show any joy, anger, sorrow, or joy for a long time. He was leaning against the window lattice, motionless.

The news had been brought, and Leibus only asked him to rest for a while. No one expected this to happen.

Suna looked helplessly at the new guests in the space. This is the real Irina of Cappadocia. She looks even more indifferent in her original appearance, leaning on the sofa with her calves crossed.

He has truly gone through a long period of time and strife, and his face is solemn and handsome.

"You really don't have any wishes?" Suna confirmed again. Irina sneered: "I don't lack anything, looks, money, status, and power are nothing to pursue anymore." Anyway, her past was not interesting. She woke up from time to time to look at the changes in the times. She spent most of her time sleeping, without anything. bond.

How lonely it is to be invincible. Suna: "..." Likes to wear fast: Every world needs candy.