Yang Qun looked at the oil handprint on his shoulder, and he couldn't help frowning, although it was very difficult for him to eat it, this handprint was a little disgusting, right-

And the man called the butcher treated him as if he were a confidant.

"Hahaha, don't pay attention to these guys, that Tu Hao, every time he fights, that smiling clown is even more treacherous, and we are not all the way, we are grinding and chirping when we eat, why don't you enjoy it with big fish and meat, take a small wine glass and shake it, it's not disgusting!!" The butcher destroyed a lot of food on the table, while discussing it loudly, his words were equivalent to directly scolding all the strong people present, but he didn't care.

No wonder the smiling clown calls him a rude barbarian who has no manners, and even his ideas are just as vulgar and simple when it comes to eating.

"Come on, nuclear bomb!!Come on!!" The butcher seemed to have a good friend, and it turned out to be the nuclear bomb that exploded the head. But if you think about it carefully, you will understand that both of them are straight, and they are both the kind of people with more hot personalities, and they naturally have a good relationship with their more straightforward temperament.

The nuclear bomb took the wine glass to Yang Qun and the others, and waved his hand 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 if you eat or not, which of us is with whom!!"

The black lines of the nuclear bomb face are all out, he and the butcher are both fierce people, and they are both violent maniacs who fight directly, so they will become friends with each other. But when it comes to eating...... Nuclear bomb also has some people who don't want to accept their so-called friends.

The nuclear bomb toasted Yang Qun slightly, "Welcome, and thank you for saving me." ”

Everyone was surprised that this Saint under the Flame Explosion Demon God, the nuclear bomb, was actually saved by the Death Saint??

Yang Qun smiled slightly, acquiescing to their relationship.

At the same time, Yang Qun's heart also put down a string, and the bomb was not exposed, he knew that the nuclear bomb had betrayed the gods after his own transformation, and he was privately operating in the gods organization, plotting, although it was effective now, but at least it did not show its feet.

"Introduction, this is the saint of the Golden Thorn Demon God. ”

"This is the saint of the Black Dragon Lord. ”

The nuclear bomb introduced the saints who approached Yang Qun one by one, and these were all saints who had just been led by the demon god who was present, except for one person.

"This is ......"

"Ghosts, the Dead Saints know. The nuclear bomb voice fell, and the ghost walked through the crowd to Yang Qun to grab the words, and the man who seemed to have been born from the darkness also changed into a suit at this time, but the mask on his face still completely covered his face, and the mask didn't even have a single eyehole, only a dark one.

The ghost is one of the very few strong people here who does not belong to any demon god, he is not a saint, nor is he a divine envoy, he is a free man.

At the same time, he was also a terrifying powerhouse who most wanted to advance to the sixth order.

There was no friction, and there was no deep contact, Yang Qun had a general understanding after greeting the saints for a few words.

Here, there are a total of 11 saints and more than 30 fifth-order oracles.

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

Of course...... With the exception of a strong person like the Phantom who is expected to be upgraded to a sixth-order 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 had a general understanding of these strong people, but the real people of the Death Saints finally saw it, and they knew each other for a while.

The slightly handsome fourth-order maid brought Yang Qun back to his own room, and the rest of the manor was naturally extravagant, with tables, chairs, and wooden cabinets in the 19th-century Danish style, purchased from Quentin in France. The porcelain supplies were French Giang ceramics purchased from Tiffany. Even the tablecloth for the table is Damascus cotton sateen, which was also purchased from Quentin, France.

Such a set of furniture is also sky-high before the end of the world.

No matter how discerning a saint may be, his vanity can be satisfied by dwelling in such a room. It's not just about luxury, it's also a temple of art.

Yang Qun rejected the maid's "dedication." ”

After closing the door, Yang Qun began to check the room for surveillance equipment.

No...... Neither technology nor supernatural powers appeared in this room.

They are saints and demon gods, if the gods really blatantly monitor them in this manor, I am afraid that it will cause serious dissatisfaction among these sixth-order powerhouses, no one wants others to probe their **, especially the sixth-order demon gods, most of them are twisted minds, and they don't want others to know what they have done in the room!!

"Grunt, grunt, grunt. ”

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

This liquid seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and they twisted and condensed, and gradually formed a woman with a red fruit.

It's a Mizukage who has reached the 6th order!!

Mizukage's body loomed, becoming transparent under the splash of moonlight on the windowsill, and she slowly walked to Yang Qun's side, whispering the news she had inquired.

"What is hidden in this estate is ......"

"Miss Lark, they're hidden in ......"

After Mizukage said this, his entire body exploded into a puddle of water, which moved rapidly, slowly retracting into the silver faucet and disappearing.

Yang Qun sighed and slowly walked in front of the silver-patterned windowsill.

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

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A gray aura of death rushed rapidly under the silver moon, and no one could detect this hidden gray trace. Those demon gods were talking secretly in the small secret room, and no one in this manor could stop Yang Qun.

Walk through the greenery, through the farm, and in the mysterious garden at the back of the manor, a secret door leads to an even more mysterious area.

Near the secret door, the infrared detector and thermal detector are still working, 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.

Is that...... Detect enchantments.

If he didn't have Dracula's knowledge, then Yang Qun couldn't understand the way the magic array worked, and the complex magic totems were not something that Yang Qun could understand at all, and the way these patterns and energies operated were the result of repeated research and experiments by those so-called "magicians" from generation to generation. A layman has no choice but to force it to be broken.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is a mythical story, a magic illusion, and after Yang Qun combines the knowledge given to him by Dracula with modern science, the operation of these pattern energies can be explained by science, and they can also be broken down and used one by one, just like mathematical equations.

Yang Qun slowly analyzed the magic array in front of him through the large amount of magic knowledge stored in the cursed blood tears, although this magic enchantment was complicated, but in terms of the Dracula Blood Ancestor's understanding of magic, it could only be regarded as a trivial matter.

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