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The cardinal's face changed, as if he remembered something, and it took a while for him to come to his senses, and to pray, and to mutter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Send someone to send Lord Gru back to the Holy Court in good condition, and only His Majesty the Pope can heal him." "Wait, call our people back, our current enemy is the Dark Council, don't provoke other enemies, or you will be taken advantage of by the Dark Council." ”

"Yes, sir. The priests replied respectfully, carrying the unconscious Gru down.

After two days, Yang Yifeng ate and played, and almost played all the famous and interesting places in London, I have to say that the foreign style is still very beautiful and has its merits.

However, Yang Yifeng didn't go to a place like teaching, he didn't have that interest, he worshipped God?

There were still three days before the auction began, and Yang Yifeng thought that since there was nothing to play, he would go back to the hotel to sleep, but when he was about to go back, he found that he seemed to be being targeted. It's a very strange feeling, it's not the kind of magic spell that it does, otherwise it would have been discovered a long time ago. It seems that he has been targeted for a while.

Yang Yifeng thought about it carefully, it seems that he hasn't committed any crimes recently, right? How can anyone from the public family target him? It's strange. Forget it, don't bother to pay attention to it, it's not too early now, let's go back to the hotel.

Just about to fight, at the corner of the street, a bank suddenly exploded, and then there was a sudden explosion in the square, and the most unfortunate thing was that the explosion happened to a foreigner less than ten meters away from Yang Yifeng. A powerful wave of air rushed in, along with the aftermath of the explosion.

Yang Yifeng understood smoothly that the people around him were not staring at him at all, but looking for terrorists. Although this kind of qi wave can't hurt you at all, but in front of the public, you have to make a show, right? Hurry up and pounce forward, throwing out a distance of about four meters. The blast of air and debris swept over his body anyway. However, before it could touch the clothes, it was blocked by a wall of air. Just kidding, if your clothes are blown up, isn't that going back naked?

But the ordinary people in other places were not so lucky, and the square was full of casualties and rivers of blood. Yang Yifeng stood up, patted the dust, and slapped it twice. Turning around, he pouted his lips disdainfully, to that extent. Human bombs, fresh, today is a long insight. How many people died, what is this about Yang Yifeng? It wasn't he who blew it up, it doesn't matter, it's hanging high. This is the United Kingdom. It's not China, Yang Yifeng's great compassion is for his compatriots, and for foreigners, it's just a bunch of mutated ants.

After a while. What medical ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks all came, and Yang Yifeng also took advantage of the chaos to leave. It's weird though. How could the group of people who were staring at people from afar with high-tech means seem to be indifferent to this?

Yang Yifeng returned to the hotel, and Yang Yifeng had already forgotten about the terrorists. People are looking for trouble from the British government, and Yang Yifeng is not interested in meddling in things.

The next day, I picked up the newspaper, and the headline was yesterday's explosion, but the content was changed. It was an explosion caused by a leak from a gas tank, and in a word, it was done by accident. Yang Yifeng sneered and threw the newspaper aside, sure enough, the newspaper could believe that the sow would stand upside down.

"It's almost time, why hasn't Shui Fengwu's call come yet? I don't even know the time and place. Yang Yifeng sighed softly.

"......." was speechless, and couldn't find the words to answer,

The beginning of the day is in the morning, and of course you should eat a little better in the morning. Yang Yifeng came to the hotel's restaurant. Ordered a hearty breakfast and ate it with relish. At this time, from the door of the restaurant, an old gentleman dressed very formally, an authentic British old man, walked straight towards Yang Yifeng after coming in.

He bowed respectfully to Yang Yifeng and said, "Dear sir, my master is invited." ”

"I don't know who your master is. Yang Yifeng glanced at the old man, strange, is there anyone in the UK who knows him? Look at this old man who has no strength at all, he is a real human being.

"My master said, you'll know when you go. The old gentleman said politely.

Yang Yifeng thought for a while, was also a little curious, nodded and said, "Okay, ask your master to prepare a hearty breakfast." After saying that, he threw away the breakfast that had only moved a little, wiped his hands and walked in front. The old servant followed respectfully, occasionally making a gesture of invitation.

Outside the hotel is a luxurious and ancient aristocratic car, people who use this kind of car are generally big people in the UK, although the hotels where Yang Yifeng lives are rich people can afford to live, but being rich does not mean that you can take this kind of car, the most important thing is identity, such as a knighthood.

The car was hit on the ground with a red carpet until the door of the hotel, to be honest, Yang Yifeng has never experienced this kind of hospitality, but after all, he is a person who has seen the world, and this little thing is not worth mentioning at all. Luo Luo graciously got into the car and left the hotel.

The car drove across the street, out of the main city, towards the outskirts of London. The exotic countryside is indeed very fresh, and Yang Yifeng feels very comfortable. I opened the windows and let the breeze blow, with a hint of grass and a little chill. A huge castle stands on the top of the hill in the distance, and Yang Yifeng's eyes can see that this castle has a very long history, at least more than a thousand years.

There are many castles of this type in Europe, and each of them is priceless, and they are symbols of the nobility of Europe in the Middle Ages and even today.

However, it is clear that this castle is not as simple as the old British aristocracy imagined, and it may not be felt from a distance, and the closer you get to it now, the deeper the strange feeling becomes. There is nothing strange about this castle on the surface, but Yang Yifeng always feels a little weird.

The car stopped, and a red carpet stretched from the door to the gate of the castle, and the old man drove respectfully in front of the door and asked: "Distinguished guests, please ~~ The master is waiting in the castle." ”

Yang Yifeng was bold, nodded, and walked to the gate of the ancient castle, which opened automatically when he approached the ground. As he stepped inside, the dark castle suddenly lit up, and the door closed again. Facing the ground, an old man slowly walked down the luxurious staircase. With a black and red cloak on his body,

"Hello Mr. Yang, welcome, let me introduce myself, my name is Adams Philip. The old man walked down the stairs and stood in a position parallel to Yang Yifeng and spoke.

Yang Yifeng's reincarnation searched the eyes of the sky, and he saw this strange old man thoroughly at a glance, and said unexpectedly: "Vampire?"

"No, we call my people the Bloods. I am the prince of the Philip family of blood. Prince Philip opened his mouth to admit.

"Prince, I didn't expect me to have such a big face. Yang Yifeng smiled and said, The prince of a family, the strength of the innate twelve-fold is not low, this is almost the apex of the human world.

"Mr. Yang can smash the Holy Court's thousand-year-old holy weapon with one punch, our blood clan has always respected the strong the most, except for me, an old man, no one in the family is worthy of receiving Mr. Yang. Prince Philip was very frank.

"Oh? I knew so quickly. Yang Yifeng was a little surprised.

"England is our family's territory, in fact, I should have come to see you on the same day, but because of something in the parliament, I asked for your forgiveness. "Prince Philip's attitude is very low, it is originally, the prince of the blood clan is also strong and weak, Prince Philip's strength is very strong, but when he meets the paladin of the Holy Court, the innate ten-fold strength can also fight with him to a draw, at most he has the upper hand, and the damage of the holy light to the blood clan can be imagined. Even if you can win, it will be a miserable victory, let alone such a good thing as smashing the holy weapon with one punch. Even if the human race is not restrained by the Holy Light, the strength of the Shattering Hallows is not fake.

"Then His Royal Highness, what are you talking to Yang about?" Yang Yifeng asked bluntly, looking around, there are countless unknown spells in the castle, this may be the reason why the breath of the castle has not leaked out, right?

"No, no, Mr. Yang's strength makes our family feel awe, and I would like to express to you my sincerest friendship on behalf of the entire Philip family. "Prince Philip is very direct and very apt in explaining the law of the strong.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter whether there is light or darkness in my eyes, as long as you don't provoke me, then there will be no misunderstanding. The blood clan is good, at least in the eastern lands there is never a trace of you, and I appreciate people who know the times. Yang Yifeng's powerful aura burst out suddenly, not revealing much, but the small immortal-level coercion pressed the blood clan prince on the opposite side to the point of immobility, and his heart was inexplicably frightened.

"That is, the ancestors of my clan have a fate, and all the people of my blood clan will never set foot in the East. Prince Philip replied respectfully, his heart was turbulent, such a powerful force, even the Pope could not match, the mysterious ancient country of the East was indeed as the ancestor said, terrifying and abnormal.