GT Virus Evolutionary

  Yang Qun glanced at the oily handprint on his shoulder, and he couldn't help frowning. Although he was very ugly, the handprint was a bit disgusting.

  And the man called the butcher regarded him as a confidant.

"Hahaha, ignore these guys, Tu Hao, he will go off every time he fights, and the smiling clown is even more treacherous. He is not the same as us, and he will grind every meal. Why don’t you enjoy yourself with big fish and meat? , Shake it with a small wine glass, it's not disgusting!!" The butcher smashed the food on the table a lot, while loudly discussing the discussion, his words are equivalent to directly cursing all the strong people present. But it didn't care.

  No wonder Smiling Clown described him as an impolite and rude barbarian. It seems that he is not only eating, but his philosophy is equally vulgar and simple.

   "Come on, nuclear bomb!!! Let's come together!!!" The butcher seems to have a close friend, it turned out to be the explosive nuclear bomb. But if you think about it carefully, you will understand that both of them are straight-tempered, and they are the kind of people with relatively hot temperaments. Naturally, they have a good relationship with those who are relatively straightforward.

  The nuclear bomb took the wine glass to Yang Qun and the others, 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, whoever is with us!!”

  The black lines on the face of the nuclear bomb came out. Both he and the butcher were fierce, violent freaks fighting directly, so they would become friends with each other with sympathy. But in terms of eating...Nubo bombs also don't want to accept their so-called friends.

  The nuclear bomb raised his glass slightly to Yang Qun: "Welcome to you, and thank you for saving me."

  Everyone looked at the nuclear bomb in astonishment. The saint under the flame demon god, the nuclear bomb, was actually saved by the death saints? ?

  Yang Qun smiled slightly, acquiescing to their relationship.

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

  "Introduce, this is a saint of the thorny devil."

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

  Nuclear bombs were introduced to Yang Qun to the saints who approached one by one. These were the saints who had just been led by the demon **** present, except for one person.

"Who is this……"

"Ghost, the death saint knows." The nuclear bomb's voice fell, and the ghost crossed the crowd and walked to Yang Qun to **** it. The man who seemed to be born from the dark also changed his suit at this time, but the mask on his face was still He completely concealed his face, and there was not even a single eye hole in the mask, only blackness.

  Ghost is one of the 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 is also the terrifying powerhouse who most hopes to advance to Tier 6.

  There was no friction, and there was no deep contact. Yang Qun exchanged a few words with the saints to have a general understanding.

  Here, there are altogether 11 saints and more than 30 fifth-tier divine envoys.

  The identity of the saint is naturally more than that of the envoy. There is only one saint, but the envoy can have many names. The only people who can get close to Yang Qun are these saints. They have formed a small circle around Yang Qun themselves, and this circle is more noble than the fifth-order divine envoy. More powerful than those ordinary Tier 5 powerhouses.

  Of course...except for a strong person like Yougui 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 passed in a blink of an eye.

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

The slightly beautiful fourth-order maid brought Yang Qun back to his own room. The place for guests to rest in this manor was naturally extravagant. The tables, chairs and wooden cabinets were in the Danish style in the 19th century, from Kunming, France. Ting buys. Those porcelain articles are French Gion ceramics purchased from Tiffany. Even the tablecloth on the table is Damascus cotton satin, which is also purchased from Quentin, France.

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

  No matter how picky the saint is, living in such a room can satisfy his vanity. This is not only luxurious, but also a palace of art.

  Yang Qun rejected the maid’s "dedication."

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

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

They are saints and demon gods. If the gods really blatantly monitor them in this manor, they may cause serious dissatisfaction with these sixth-order powerhouses. No one wants others to explore their privacy, especially the sixth-order demon gods. Most With twisted hearts, they even don't want others to know what they have done in the room! !

   "Guru, Guru, Guru."

  The water pipes in Yang Qun's room made strange noises, and streams of clear springs leaked out of the water pipes.

  This liquid seems to have its own consciousness. They twisted and condensed, and gradually formed a red fruit woman.

   is the water shadow that reaches the sixth-order ability! !

   Shui Ying's body faintly appeared, becoming transparent under the splash of moonlight on the windowsill, she slowly walked to Yang Qun's side, and whispered the news she had inquired about.

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

  "Miss Bailinghua, they were hidden in..."

  After Shui Ying said the news, her whole body burst open and turned into a pool of water stains. The pool of water stains moved quickly, and slowly retracted into the silver faucet and disappeared.

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

   "Whhhh..." A gray breath slowly floated out, and Yang Qun gradually disappeared into the room.

  ……

  A gray breath of death rushed quickly under the silver moon, and no one could find this hidden gray trace. The demon gods were all talking secretly in the small secret room, and no one in this manor could stop Yang Qun.

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

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

  Yang Qun carefully observed the magic totem.

  That is...detection enchantment.

If you say that you don’t have Dracula’s knowledge, then Yang Qun can’t understand the way the magic circle works. The complex magic totems are not something Yang Qun can understand at all. These patterned energies are all those so-called “magicians”. "We have obtained the results of repeated research and experiments from generation to generation. A layman has nothing to do except forcibly smash it with force.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is mythology, fantasy and magic. After Yang Qun combined the knowledge that Dracula gave him and modern science, the operation of these pattern energy can be explained by science, and can be decomposed one by one. , Use it 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 this magic enchantment is complicated, it can only be regarded as a trivial matter based on the understanding of magic by the ancestors of the Dracula blood clan.

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