After understanding most of what happened, He Pingan asked again: "I see that your Yuan Yin has not been broken. Why do some people say that Lu Feng made a lot of noise last night?"
Hong Xifei blushed and whispered: "Last night, after I used charm to confuse him, I let him move around in the house for a while..."
He Pingan understood clearly. It seemed that Lu Feng danced in circles with the magic of love for a long time before his death last night.
He didn't even touch human hair before he died. Lu Feng's death was indeed a bit unfair...
However, Lu Feng was originally a gangster from Xuanyang City. Before he entered the Drug Testing Department, he had done a lot of things like digging up ancestral graves and bullying women from good families!
Dying in happiness is a worthy death.
"How did you avoid the detection of the demon mirror?"
"I am a half-demon, with human blood in my body. As long as I cover it up, the demon mirror cannot detect it."
Hong Xifei said truthfully.
"Who is the spy?"
"It's a gatekeeper from the Drug Testing Department. It took Wu Fan half a year to get through to him."
"When the time comes to leave the Drug Testing Department, it will mainly be due to him."
Escape from the Drug Testing Department, this kind of situation has not happened before.
Ten years ago, a secular descendant of the elder of the Daxuan Wushuang Sword Sect committed a crime and entered the Drug Testing Department. He then disappeared quietly and announced that he was dead.
But He Ping'an was in the Drug Testing Department. According to rumors, this person was fished out by the elder of the Wushuang Sword Sect.
The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took advantage of the shade. The Wushuang Sword Sect has been the first to recruit people from the Drug Testing Department. Since then, every three to five years, one person has always been fished out because of his prominent status and background.
If Wu Fan used Yongchun Hou's connections, he would most likely be able to fish out Hong Xifei.
"In half a year, so to speak, the previous affairs between Liu Ling and Daoyuan were also related to him."
He Ping'an had previously suspected that Wu Fan was behind Liu Ling, but there was no solid evidence.
"Liu Ling... I don't know about this slave family, but the young master mentioned it at that time and said that he had already made a mistake once before, and there must be no mistake this time."
Hong Xi Fei Liu frowned slightly and thought for a moment before speaking softly.
"That's right!"
He Ping'an had already determined in his heart that whether it was Wu Fan or not, he had already remembered this Liangzi on him.
"Okay, I've asked you all the questions, and I'll send you on your way. Do you have any last words?"
"Don't worry, I guarantee you will be comfortable and without any pain."
He Ping'an's eyes flashed sharply, and murderous intent suddenly arose.
"No, Master He, as long as you let me go, I am willing to give everything..."
He Pingan has no habit of raising tigers, even a docile female snake.
He shook his head, raised his right hand, and golden light suddenly appeared.
Although this was He Pingan's first murder, he did not feel much psychological pressure.
If he hadn't been stronger, he would have been the one facing death at this moment.
Although the palms were trembling, they fell down extremely firmly.
Seeing that He Pingan had no intention of letting her go, Hong Xifei's pretty face suddenly turned pale, and her delicate body collapsed to the ground.
"Master He, spare your life. I can recognize you as my master. If I die, Wu Fan will definitely send someone to come. I can stop the next assassination. Please..."
Feeling that death was coming, Hong Xifei panicked and threw out all her trump cards.
"Shua..."
The wind of the palm was like a knife, and two strands of green hair fell down, and the golden fleshy palm rested on her snow-white neck.
Just a hair's breadth away from death.
"Huhu..."
Hong Xifei narrowly escaped death, her bloodless red lips breathing in the air after the disaster, and her tender palms were covered with greasy sweat.
"Tell me, what are you going to do?"
He Pingan didn't want to waste his time.
"Wu Fan has always had evil thoughts about me, but he only knows how to have fun. He has practiced martial arts for many years and is still at the ninth level of martial arts. Despite his strength, I look down on him."
"Especially after hearing from other people that he has an alias, it's not big at all..."
"Kukukuku..."
He Pingan almost laughed like a pig. If it were normal, Hong Xifei would definitely not say that.
When people are in desperate situations, they actually speak much more straightforwardly.
Wu Fan never thought that he was actually so "insignificant" in Hong Xifei's heart.
Seeing He Ping'an happy, Hong Xifei felt happy. Sure enough, she was right to scold Wu Fan in front of this man.
Then classic words kept popping up...
Generally speaking, Hong Xifei's plan was to delay the war, relying on Wu Fan's admiration for her to delay time for various reasons.
For example, today the captain is keeping a close eye and it is not convenient to take action.
I'll feel the wind and cold tomorrow, so I won't be able to show my strength...
After hearing her plan, He Ping'an nodded slightly, agreeing with her idea.
What he lacks most now is time. As long as he has enough time, even the real immortal Buddha can fight for it.
But if Hong Xifei is killed immediately, and the opponent directly sends a third-level master, he will immediately have Barbie Q.
For now, Hong Xifei is still useful and cannot be killed for the time being.
So I added a few more lines to her. Today's makeup was not delicate enough, so I postponed it.
Clothes don't fit, put off.
I feel unwell and can't drink ice water, so I can't do anything.
...
What you don’t get is always the most fragrant.
No matter what the reason is for Hong Xifei's delay, Wu Fan will recognize it.
Besides, isn’t this a common problem among all women from ancient times to the present?
Seeing He Ping'an nodding and taking the initiative to make suggestions, Hong Xifei finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her life was most likely saved.
"By the way, what did you mean by calling me Lord just now?"
He Pingan suddenly remembered what Hong Xifei said before.
Just when Hong Xifei was about to make up a random excuse to fool He Ping'an, a cold voice came, followed by a suffocating pressure of death.
"I hate people lying to me the most. You'd better think clearly before answering!"
Her heart trembled, and she said in a trembling voice: "I don't dare to talk nonsense, you can recognize the master and become Master He's spiritual beast."
"Oh, half-demon can also recognize its master and become a spiritual beast?"
He Ping'an said strangely that in the past six months of testing the pill, he could see the general process of its formation and knew that the demon clan could recognize the master clan and become a spiritual beast.
But he has never seen a half-demon recognize his master.
"Master He doesn't know. He is half-demon bloodline, half-human and half-demon. Naturally, the methods of the demon clan can also be used."
"It's just that this method of identifying the master is a little troublesome."
"Master He, please take a drop of my blood."
Refining the demon blood essence and signing a blood contract is how the demon clan recognizes its master.
He Ping'an's fingers were like a knife, and they brushed against Hong Xi Fei's smooth shoulder, and bright red blood flowed out like a gush of blood.
The golden light circulated, and He Ping'an wrapped the blood that flowed out with magic power. If all the blood was poured into the container, it would be able to fill a large enamel tea jar used by the elderly at home.
Hong Xifei was in pain and looked at He Ping'an with a resentful look. Didn't she agree that she would only take a drop of blood essence?
"Hehe, I missed my mark a little bit, I'm sorry..."
He Pingan apologized repeatedly, but there was no trace of guilt in his words.
This is what he did on purpose. One drop of blood essence is not safe enough. If you want to refine it, just use more...
"Master He, there is no need to apologize. If you want, I can give you the entire slave family..."
Hong Xifei whispers delicately, her eyes flicker, and her charming look is revealed.
Xiang Jian's wound has healed quickly, and his half-demon body has inherited half of the demon clan's recovery power.
"Ahem..."
He Ping'an coughed lightly and turned his eyes to the side. He was worthy of being a descendant of the snake spirit. Even if he was tightly bound by the immortal rope, his movements were still captivating.
Snake spirits are so awesome, which makes him look forward to vixens even more...
"What to do next?"
He Pingan changed the topic.
"I've separated out a bit of soul, you can refine it..."
The method of refining the soul is different from the method of recognizing the master of a spiritual beast. It is the prerogative of half-demon.
Hong Xi's crimson lips opened wide, and a green ball of light as big as sesame seeds came out of her mouth, floating in front of He Pingan.
This time she learned to be smart and only let out a trace of her soul, so as not to be completely occupied by He Ping'an again.
The golden light circulated in He Pingan's body and had already refined the green light ball. He suddenly felt that he had a blood connection with Hong Xifei in front of him.
It seems that Hong Xifei's thoughts can be clearly detected with just a moment's thought.
I'm not the kind of person who peeks into other people's hearts!
So delicious!
