After He Ping'an refined the essence and blood of the Yuan Shen, he used the essence and blood of Hongxi Fei as ink, the Yuan Shen as the pen, and the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, all in one go.
As the bloody light suddenly appeared, a force of heaven fell on He Pingan and Hong Xifei, and the blood contract was completed.
From then on, Hong Xifei was not allowed to disobey any of her orders, even if she was thousands of miles apart, life and death depended on her thoughts.
"Master, this slave is yours from now on!"
Hong Xifei was restrained by the fairy rope and unable to stand up. Her delicate body sank horizontally on the bluestone ground, full of life and fragrance, making her even more charming.
She also saw at this time that He Ping'an was not a murderous person, and his true nature of "waist essence" was revealed again.
"receive!"
He Pingan was unmoved on the surface, and with a command, the high imitation fairy binding rope turned into a ray of yellow light, fell into He Pingan's dantian, and disappeared.
But he was secretly sweating in his heart. If he hadn't withstood the test of a 50G hard drive in his previous life, he might have broken the precept long ago...
"Don't call me master when you're outside from now on, call me young master instead!"
He Ping'an ordered calmly.
When I read novels in the past, I would envy others who traveled to another world. At the beginning, the story was about a dandy young man who could count the number of maids in bed on one hand.
As a result, he traveled through time and came to a different world. Not to mention being a dandy, he almost lost his life.
I also provoked a dandy boy...
"Giggle... I obey, Master!"
Hongxi Fei smiled sweetly, her waist trembling, and the rags of the red dress on her shoulders swayed, unable to hide the hint of snow-white, the sudden appearance of spring.
"Um."
He Pingan pretended to be calm and agreed with satisfaction.
Others have bed-pressing maids, and I have a waist-sweating maid, so it’s not too bad.
Fortunately, okay, I didn’t embarrass my motherland or my colleagues who traveled through time.
"Is there anything else you would like to give me, Master?"
"It's already getting late. If there's nothing else to do, please let me sleep with you."
Hong Xifei felt that He Pingan was not not interested in her, but was just suppressing something deliberately.
The lotus step moved lightly, the snake's waist twisted slightly, and it was already only three steps away from him.
At such a close distance, He Pingan's eyes were filled with turbulent waves, and there was a faint heat surging in his nose, which was instantly suppressed by magic power.
"Stop! Don't move!"
How safe is it when faced with a powerful enemy?
Hong Xifei stopped, feeling a little confused, but she was just sleeping, so what...
I'm not afraid of girls, so what are you afraid of?
This is the first time for the slave family...
"I have a three-part agreement with you!"
He Ping'an wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said seriously: "First, without my order, you are not allowed to approach me even three steps."
"Second, no killing is allowed without my order."
"Third...Don't use charm techniques indiscriminately."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for destroying flowers with ruthless hands."
"yes!"
Hong Xifei curled her lips and reluctantly agreed.
"Go out, I want to rest..."
Seeing that she was still obedient, He Pingan breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the hard bed.
"go out......"
"this late......"
Hong Xifei pouted her lips and said aggrievedly.
"go out!"
He Ping'an's face turned serious and he shouted loudly.
Hong Xifei stamped her feet angrily, turned around and left.
Seeing Hong Xifei leaving, He Pingan took a deep breath.
I don’t know whether this small waist is born like this or acquired.
The voluptuous snake waist and the exaggerated 36D pectoralis major muscles. If the two appear the same, not many men can resist it.
Hong Xifei and Hong Xifei merged into one, and they almost sent He Pingan away on the spot just now.
If before, He Ping'an would have executed this kind of waist semen on his own initiative.
But not now...
To practice the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills, you need to be in the body of a boy so that your vital energy does not leak out.
Only after the seventh turn, with Yuanyang locked tightly, can the Dinghai Shenzhen be used to subdue the female goblin.
He Ping'an was melancholy. He finally suppressed the constant fluctuations in his mind and finally calmed down.
Wu Fan is just a scumbag, not worth mentioning. The key lies in the Yongchun Hou Wu Liang behind him.
Wu Liang, the Marquis of Yongchun, guarded the barbaric land in the south for many years. The Marquis was a result of his heroic deeds on the battlefield. Since Emperor Jiaming came to the throne, he had granted the title of four princes, and Marquis of Yongchun was one of them.
A second-grade Hedao martial artist with rich practical abilities and unparalleled strength.
There is no one in Zhenguo, and he is almost invincible.
"First, grow up in a humble way, wait until you have practiced Taoism for ten thousand years and reached the seventh level of Xuan Gong, then go and meet him..."
He Ping'an gently pinched his nose with his fingers, kneading away the crowded blood, and sat cross-legged on the hard drive bed. The spiritual power in his body began to operate according to the trajectory of the longevity formula.
The Immortality Art absorbs seven kinds of spiritual power at the same time, which is already seven times faster than other techniques.
However, it is still far from enough...
The Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique is like a bottomless pit, it is difficult to calm down, and it requires a lot of spiritual energy. The spiritual power refined in the Immortal Art in the past six months has basically been filled into the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique, and it can make a breakthrough.
There is a long way to go, keep working hard...
...
At around nine o'clock on the second day, Ma Xiaowei and Yaotong arrived as scheduled in the morning, and were obviously a little surprised to see He Ping'an alone.
Yesterday evening, Zhang San was drinking and eating meat in the cafeteria. He boasted to outsiders about his love and righteousness, and gave Hong Xi Fei to He Ping'an to stay overnight.
Unexpectedly, when we met today, Hong Xifei didn't stay overnight.
If there wasn't someone behind this woman, she would have been captured by the inspector.
He Pingan actually had the courage to reject her?
Thinking of this, Lieutenant Ma looked at He Pingan with amusement in his eyes. His eyes were half curious and half vigilant, and he kept a safe enough distance.
Of course, he respects his identity and cannot ask He Ping'an about this kind of thing.
After the drug boy finished recording, Captain Ma left.
Not long after, a shocking news quickly spread throughout the Drug Testing Department, and quickly became a hot search topic in the Drug Testing Department.
Hongxi Fei got smallpox...
The Supervising School Lieutenant dispatched an emergency dispatch and specially arranged for two people to guard Hong Xifei's door. She was not allowed to go out and no one was allowed to visit.
Eating, drinking and having diarrhea are all done in the quiet room.
This is isolated...
He Ping'an thought about it and realized that this was done deliberately by Hong Xifei.
She couldn't break the killing rule, and her figure and appearance were too stunning, so she could only use the excuse of smallpox to protect herself.
Sure enough, a month later, Hong Xifei recovered from her illness and returned as if she was a completely different person.
What was once a willow waist like a water snake is now as thick as a bucket and can already be called an anaconda waist...
The whole face was covered with horrible pockmarks, which made him look intimidating.
Even Zhang San shook his head when he saw it, and no longer had any desire.
The Drug Testing Department has also returned to its former peace. Only in He Ping'an's quiet room can Hong Xifei regain her proud figure.
Every time he met, He Pingan always had to recite the Qingxin Jue silently in order to suppress the heat in his heart.
...
Part A, No. 66.
He Ping'an had just taken a blood-red pill, and in a daze, he had already gone up to nine days and arrived in front of Yi Dan Pavilion.
In Chuzhou, Heifeng Mountain, the wind howled, and the black clouds pressed overhead.
A black bear spirit has been cultivating in the mountains for more than 700 years. He has become the king of the mountains and calls himself the Black Wind King.
Although he was born in the wilderness, he is good at writing, cares about national affairs, and likes to talk loudly.
I just like to talk.
King Heifeng heard about the human holy land of Xuanyang City in the Daxuan Dynasty and longed for it for a long time. He transformed into a black-faced strong man, changed his name to Xiong Feng, and escaped into Xuanyang City.
Daxuan has a vast territory and a large population, and Xuanyang City is far larger than the capital of the feudal dynasty in He Ping'an's memory.
Xuanyang City is hundreds of miles across and has a very wide scope. The palace city, the imperial city, and the outer city are arranged in parallel. The palace city symbolizes the North Star, which is the center of the sky. The imperial city's hundreds of official offices symbolize the Ziwei Yuan surrounding Beichen. The outer city has a hundred Lingbafang City symbolizes the one hundred and eight constellations arching to the north.
The city has a population of over ten million. Even in the previous life, it was still a super metropolis.
As the saying goes, if the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds.
There are countless ruffians, scoundrels and scum of all kinds in Xuanyang City.
The Black Wind King leisurely entered the West Market and attracted the attention of interested people.
Before it even finished visiting the West Market, it was taught a lesson...
