Every time he killed one person, Sun Feng took his body back into the storage ring as soon as he died, so as not to increase the strength of the remaining people again.

To be honest, if it weren't for the strange characteristics of the strange growth of strength, Sun Feng wouldn't take it seriously just by relying on the super recovery of these people and the momentum of not being afraid of life and death.

Because the strength of both sides is completely different from heaven and earth, and the difference in equipment makes people feel even more desperate. Do you think there is still a way to do this battle?

Think about it, if the opponent's weapon touches his sharp claws, it will be broken except for breaking. The only difference is the problem of how many pieces it is broken.

And his sharp claws were like the golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand. They would die if they were knocked and injured if they were wiped. As for the attacks of those people...

Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho, Sun Feng really doesn't want to comment anymore.

Even if their weapons are not cut off, they will not be able to break the defense at all.

Not to mention that they are still bare-handed and fighting against his holy clothing that is completely capable of resisting sniper rifle bullets.

Sun Feng felt that he was just like a 100-level big player standing in a novice village and being besieged by a group of slimes. Even if he did not resist, he would be a mess.

Because the strength of the two sides was too different, after only a moment, the somewhat crowded house was immediately cleared out.

There is also one more in Sun Feng's storage ring, at least half the size of a house.

Sun Feng said that if it weren't for not being able to contain the living thing in the storage ring, he would have doubled his time.

"Oh? He actually came out alive and was able to successfully escape the siege of dozens of blood servants. It seems that I should re-plan your strength. Should I have a drink together?"

Seeing Sun Feng walking out of the house carelessly, Leicester was holding a red wine glass and shaking gently there, his eyes suddenly condensed, and the red wine in his hand also spilled a lot of it while trembling.

After finding out that he had lost his composure, Lester immediately smiled at Sun Feng, raised the red wine glass in his hand, and leaned over to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. He asked hospitably.

Seeing the situation, Sun Feng's eyes also condensed slightly. He thought the red wine in his hand was in his hand, but he saw the bright red liquid inside.

It was poured on the ground and the strange situation that quickly disappeared without a trace, so how could it be understood that the other party was holding human blood!

Although he also knew that drinking human blood was like eating and drinking water. It was a normal thing, after really seeing the other party drinking human blood, Sun Feng still felt a twitching in his heart.

This taste is really heavy!

"Who are you? Where are Juliers?"

Sun Feng didn't dare to answer the other party's invitation to have a drink together. Not to mention that what was placed in front of you was not human blood, but a royal salute called liquid gold. Sun Feng was also Xie Jingbumin.

You dare to take it over and drink it with the things your enemy gives you? You're fine!

Sun Feng would rather judge a gentleman by his villain's heart than take this risk.

Even if there is no poison in this thing, if there are any other additives, Sun Feng will cry to death!

"Who am I? Oh, it's such a rude. I almost forgot. I haven't introduced myself like the guest! Please forgive me if you ask the guest.

I am a little viscount under Lord Juliers. My name is Lester. I won’t mention the full name. It is very long and you should not be interested in him.

I am temporarily serving as the butler of this castle, responsible for taking care of the castle for the adults and receiving uninvited guests like you. If you encounter too noble guests, the adults will come out to entertain themselves.

Oh? What day is today! More than a group of guests came up. I think the welcome banquet tonight must be very sumptuous."

When asked about Sun Feng's inquiry, the Lester in front of him immediately stood up, not afraid that Sun Feng would take the opportunity to attack him at all. He gave him a generous manner, full of classical aristocratic charm.

A magnetic sound sounded gently in the room, just like playing a soft and elegant music.

Then he suddenly chuckled at Sun Feng apologetically, looked up at the gate of the castle. Just after he finished speaking, the gate of the castle suddenly exploded.

Broken wood chips were flying all over the sky, and a wave of heat hit the sky. A lot of dark stains were smoked on the snow-white walls. Several very historical oil paintings also became messy in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, it seems that these guests are not very friendly, or are they blaming us for not greeting us well? It's so rude to just break in like this."

For the dozen visitors who broke into the door, with strong or weak breath, the Viscount named Leicester, who only smiled faintly at their rough actions, and did not care about the damaged oil paintings and gates at all.

But Sun Feng was so distressed that he couldn't say anything about this. These were all his small money. These bastards were destroyed by just saying hello without calling him?

He was so fucked, this group of people deserved a beating!

"Juliers! You damn bastard, don't you get out of here. I'll cut off your dirty and ugly head and make it into a urinal."

After the group broke into the door, one of them was probably the black man in the middle stage of the Xuan level. He immediately took a step forward and started cursing.

The rest of the people were all warned by the side, their eyes full of coldness and sorrow, and a hint of unconcealed contempt.

"Oh, dear guests, after coming uninvited and breaking in, he also insulted the owner here. This seems not the attitude a guest should have."

Even if the rude attitude of those people had already been scolded by his master, the Viscount named Lester still had a graceful gentlemanly attitude, neither anxious nor angry.

"There is also a lowly vampire bastard here. Since Julius, a bastard, cannot come out, I will kill you and demolish his entire castle. I don't believe that he, a bastard, cannot come out!"

Hearing Lester's words, the black man looked like he had seen him. After having a subtle eye contact with the leaders in the middle, he immediately stood up and shouted arrogantly.

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Chapter completed!