Lu Fan was slightly startled when he saw this woman.
The woman in front of me, who was doing strenuous exercise on top of the man, turned out to be Tang Huanxi’s college roommate, Jian Hao’s best friend, Chen Xue!
"boom!"
Lu Fan ducked open the door, rushed into the room, and pulled Chen Xue off the man.
Then he grabbed the clothes thrown on the ground, put them on her, and took Chen Xue out of the door.
Chen Xue had exquisite makeup on her face, flaming red lips, and a charming face. In addition, she was in an extremely excited state, and her face was so rosy that she could squeeze out the tender water... But her eyes were dull and lifeless.
, his face was stiff, and crystal saliva was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"What's wrong with her?" Liu Qingqing asked doubtfully.
"Like those public relations people, they are possessed by evil spirits."
Lu Fan frowned, his hands reached out and clasped Chen Xue's shoulders. From shoulder to wrist, he quickly opened up her eight major acupuncture points including Yunmen, Tianfu, and Taiyuan.
"wake up!"
Finally, with a sudden slap on the Tianling Platform, Chen Xue suddenly opened his mouth and let out a strange cry of "heh". His eyes rolled and his expression returned to normal.
"You, who are you?"
After Chen Xue woke up, she looked at the two masked men in front of her in horror.
"It's me." Lu Fan took off his mask and revealed his true face.
"Lu Fan?" Chen Xue's eyes widened with disbelief, "Why are you here?"
She could feel the strange feeling coming from her body, especially from a certain part of her body... She immediately looked at Lu Fan strangely.
"We'll talk about this later. Where is Tang Huanxi?" Lu Fan asked.
"Huanxi? I don't know, why are you here? Is Huanxi here too?"
Chen Xue turned around and looked around. When she looked back, Liu Qingqing had already closed the door first, preventing her from seeing the scene in the room.
Lu Fan was slightly relieved when he learned that Tang Huanxi was not here.
Then he asked: "Where is Songpa?"
"Songpa?" Chen Xue still shook her head, "I don't know him. Do you have anything to do with him?"
"do not know?"
Lu Fan frowned. It was impossible for Chen Xue not to know Songpa. Tattoos like theirs that symbolize spiritual power must be made by the caster himself, otherwise they will lose their effect.
"Who gave you the tattoo?" Lu Fan asked.
"Tattoo? Oh, it was given to me by a master from Southeast Asia. He said it can ward off evil spirits and has no taboos..."
"Where is he?" Lu Fan interrupted.
"It seems to be the basement. Well, it's the basement. I got the tattoo down there last night. Do you want it too?" Chen Xue asked curiously.
Lu Fan and Liu Qingqing looked at each other. The basement should be Songpa's lair. Especially at this time, he was probably there, eating.
"take me."
Lu Fan took Chen Xue's hand, turned around and walked downstairs.
At this time, the security guards of the Night Rose Club were looking for the two of them everywhere.
Seeing them appear again on the second floor, I immediately rushed up with all kinds of murderous weapons.
Chen Xue's pretty face was frightened and she hurriedly hid behind Lu Fan.
An outpouring of murderous intent poured out.
Liu Qingqing walked at a sharp pace, and struck decisively with her pair of fair and slender legs.