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Yang Qun glanced at the oily handprint on his shoulder, and he couldn't help frowning. Although his eating was very ugly, the handprint was a bit disgusting. ;Read the latest chapter first: {Comparative Chinese Network щщщ.Ыqi.mЁ}]

But the man called the butcher treated him like a confidant.

"Hahaha, don't pay attention to these guys, that Tu Hao, he will run away every time he fights, and that smiling clown is even more treacherous, he is not the same as us, he will grind his teeth after eating, why not enjoy the big fish and meat Take a small wine glass and shake it, is it disgusting!!" The butcher devastated the food on the table in large quantities, while discussing loudly, his words were equivalent to scolding all the powerful people present, but But don't care.

No wonder the smiling clown described him as a rude and rude savage. It seems that not only in terms of eating, but also his philosophy is equally vulgar and simple.

"Come on, nuclear bomb!! Come together!!" The butcher seemed to have a close friend, and it turned out to be the nuclear bomb with the exploding head. But if you think about it carefully, you will understand that both of them are straight-tempered, and both of them are the kind of people with hot personalities. The straight-tempered ones naturally have a good relationship.

The nuclear bomb came to Yang Qun and the others with a wine glass, and waved to the butcher, "I won't eat with you, don't come near me."

The butcher didn't care, "It's okay!! It doesn't matter whether you eat or not, we are with each other!!"

The black lines on the face of the nuclear bomb came out. Both he and the butcher were fierce and violent, and they both fought directly. That's why they became friends with sympathy. But in terms of eating... Nuclear Bomb also doesn't want to accept his so-called friend.

Nuclear Bomb slightly toasted Yang Qun, "Welcome, and thank you for saving me."

Everyone looked at the nuclear bomb in surprise. The saint under the Pyroblast - the nuclear bomb, was actually saved by the saint of death? ?

Yang Qun smiled slightly, acquiescing to their relationship.

At the same time, Yang Qun felt a string in his heart. It seems that the nuclear bomb has not been exposed. He knows that the nuclear bomb has betrayed the gods after his own transformation. It was effective, but at least it didn't show its feet.

"Let me introduce, this is the saint of the Gold Stinger Demon God."

"This is the saint of the Black Dragon Lord.

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Nuke introduced the saints who approached to Yang Qun one by one. These are all the saints led by the demon god who was present, except for one person.

"Who is this……"

"Ghost, the saint of death knows." The voice of the nuclear bomb fell, and the ghost walked through the crowd and came to Yang Qun to grab the words. The man who seemed to be born from the darkness also changed into a suit at this time, but the mask on his face was still completely covered. Covering his face, the mask didn't even have a single eyehole, just pitch black darkness.

Specter is one of the very few strong men here who do not belong to any demon god. He is not a saint, nor is he an envoy of God. He is a free man.

At the same time, he is also the terrifying powerhouse who most wishes to advance to the sixth level.

There was no friction, nor was there too much contact, Yang Qun exchanged greetings with all the saints, and he had a general understanding.

Here, there are a total of 11 saints and more than thirty fifth-level envoys.

The identity of a saint naturally surpasses that of an angel. There is only one saint, but an angel can have many names. The only ones who could get close to Yang Qun were these saints. They formed a small circle around Yang Qun himself, and this circle was more noble than the fifth-level envoys. Those ordinary fifth-order powerhouses are more powerful.

Of course...you ghost is an exception for a powerhouse who is expected to be promoted to a sixth-level demon god. He can naturally speak in this most noble circle.

Time passed, and two hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

The banquet ended at three o'clock in the morning, and Yang Qun only got a general idea of ​​these strong men, but finally saw the real people of the Death Saints, and they got to know each other.

The slightly pretty maid of the fourth rank took Yang Qun back to his own room. The resting place provided to the guests in this manor is naturally extravagant. Those tables, chairs and wooden cabinets are in the Danish style of the 19th century, from Quentin, France. Buy. The chinaware was French Guion ceramics from Tiffany. Even the tablecloth of the table is Damascus cotton sateen, also purchased from Quentin, France.

Such a set of furniture would cost sky-high before the end of the world.

Such a room would satisfy the vanity of any saint, however discerning his taste. This is not only luxurious, but also a palace of art.

Yang Qun rejected the maid's "devotion."

After closing the door, Yang Qun began to check whether there was surveillance equipment in the room.

No... Neither technological products nor supernatural powers appeared in this room.

They are saints and demon gods. If the gods really blatantly monitor them in this manor, it may cause serious dissatisfaction among these sixth-level powerhouses. No one wants others to probe their bodies, especially the sixth-level demon gods. Some of them are mentally twisted, and they don't want others to know what they did in the room! !

"Gollum, Gollum, Gollum."

The water pipe in Yang Qun's room made strange noises, and streams of clear spring seeped out of the water pipe.

This liquid seemed to have its own consciousness. They twisted and condensed, and gradually formed a naked woman.

It is Mizukage who has reached the sixth level of ability! !

Shui Ying's body was faintly visible, and became transparent under the moonlight splashed on the window sill. She walked slowly to Yang Qun's side and whispered the news she had found out.

"The thing hidden in this manor is..."

"Miss Bailinghua and the others are hidden in..."

After Mizukage finished speaking the news, his whole body exploded and turned into a puddle of water. The puddle of water moved quickly and slowly retracted before the silver faucet disappeared.

Yang Qun sighed, and walked slowly in front of the window sill inlaid with silver patterns.

"Huh..." Bursts of gray breath slowly floated out, and Yang Qun gradually disappeared in the room.

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A gray aura of death is rapidly rushing under the silver moon, and no one can find this hidden gray trace. Those demon gods were all talking in secret in a small secret room, and no one could stop Yang Qun in this manor.

Through the green field, through the farm, in the mysterious garden behind the manor, a hidden secret door leads to a more mysterious area.

Near the secret door, the infrared probe and thermal detector are still working continuously, and the strange magic pattern of the secret door makes it difficult for anyone to hide their identity.

Yang Qun carefully observed the magic totem.

That's... a detection barrier.

If he has no knowledge of Dracula, then Yang Qun can't understand the way the magic circle works at all, and the complicated magic totem is not something Yang Qun can understand at all. "It is the result of our repeated research experiments from generation to generation. A layman has nothing to do except smash it with force.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is a fairy tale, magical magic, but after Yang Qun combined the knowledge given to him by Dracula and modern science, the operation of these pattern energies can be explained by science, and can be decomposed one by one. , used, just like a mathematical equation.

Yang Qun slowly analyzed the magic circle in front of him by cursing the large amount of magic knowledge stored in blood and tears. Although the magic barrier is complicated, it can only be regarded as a trivial matter in terms of the understanding of magic by the ancestor of Dracula's blood clan.

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