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"There's nothing I can do about it. I really can't remember now, but you guys don't want me to lie, right? So, I'll take a look first. Are those two important to me?" What are their identities? "

Qing'er looked at her parents and brother.

An An and the others looked at each other, it was too late to say anything now, Joseph was about to arrive. As for Lance, they weren't sure, but these two men were definitely not the same to Qing Er.

One was a childhood sweetheart, the other was a prince that Qing'er had recognized.

"Qing'er, let's talk about this after the birthday. It's just that after a while, Joseph arrived. You must not let him know that you don't remember. That will hurt his heart."

An Xin reminded Qing'er and briefly explained their relationship, adding a bit of credibility.

"Bro, why do I feel like you're intentionally biased?"

Qing'er looked at An An. That expression on his face was simply too obvious.

"Sister, that's because we haven't seen each other for a long time. You will understand when you see Joseph. Remember, you must not have a cold face."

Anthea reminded him again and again.

"Alright, stop talking about your sister. She will judge for herself."

Wen Yi Fei yelled unhappily at his son.

As a father, it was good for him to forget, lest his daughter be swindled away by that stinky brat.

Time passed slowly, but Joseph had yet to appear.

"Dad, Mommy, we're still waiting. Maybe Joseph won't come. Can we have dinner first?"

Qing'er was depressed to begin with, but now that she had not seen anyone for a long time, she felt a little upset.

"Alright, alright, we won't wait any longer. Maybe he has something to delay him. Qing'er, you should wish to blow the candle."

Little Wan coaxed her daughter.

"Wait, we're here."

Just as Qing'er closed her eyes, the door to her private room was pushed open. Nell entered.

"Wind, Nell, you're here."

Seeing Lan Yufeng and Ni`er, Xiao Wan was pleasantly surprised, but An An's eyes were fixed on Lance behind them.

"Of course it's coming. How can I miss my goddaughter's birthday? Little Angel, I've brought your Prince here. Isn't this birthday present special enough? "

Nell looked at Qing'er, getting Lance to step forward and blink dubiously.

"Lance, Prince …"

Qing'er whispered as if she was searching for something, but unfortunately, there was nothing in her memory.

"Happy Birthday."

Lance walked up to them and gave them a birthday present. He hadn't seen Qing Er in three years and was shocked to see her again.

That cute little girl who was a little fat at that time had already become a beautiful woman.

It was much higher, and its shape was more and more like the oval face of oriental aestheticism. It was very beautiful, very pleasant to look at, especially in Europe and America. It was definitely very eye-catching.

"Thank you for your birthday present, Wang, Zi …"

Qing'er's heart was pounding. Although she no longer had any memories of this prince, looking at him made her feel as if her breathing and heartbeat were abnormal. Especially those amber eyes, it was as if they could suck a person in.

"You better call me Lance."

Lance was stunned. Looking at Qing'er's shy eyes, he was really not used to it.

After thinking about it, he still liked that sticky little thing from before. That way he wouldn't be shy, perhaps it was because there were more people today. He felt that his breathing was a little hurried, and the air was a little hot.

"Qing'er, hurry and make your wish."

Nell and Little Wan both urged him.

Only An An was looking anxiously at the door. He had clearly called last night, but that brat also said that he was here today. Why was there still no one around?

Surprisingly, on Qing'er's twelfth birthday, Joseph, who had promised, did not show up.

According to Qing's agreement with the FBI, she had to report to headquarters every day until she received an order.

Although Brand had given her a three-day vacation for her birthday, she hadn't taken a break. After her birthday, she would be at headquarters.

Every FBI agent had a secret file, and of course there would be no exceptions.

She went back to headquarters overnight and used some extraordinary methods. Finally, she was able to see her own complete information, including the records from her birth until now as well as her comprehensive evaluation.

"Baldy, you're so ruthless. You actually washed away such a wonderful memory of mine."

Qing'er was very angry.

Although it was once ignorant, he could not erase such a wonderful memory. Qing'er decided to 'repay' it well and repay the grace Brand had given her.

She gently tossed the documents onto the table. It was not only hers, but others' as well.

After that, he easily added a little gas. A little spark, and with a bang, it was all ignited.

Today was the day that she would leave the mountain pass team. As she watched the flames burn, Qing Er quickly left. However, when she was about to leave, she was stopped by someone. It turned out to be a masked man.

When the masked man saw Qing Er, he was also stunned. Their eyes met and they ran in the same direction.

But they were discovered before they could run out.

"Someone come in!"

Qing'er had a sudden idea and ran after the man while shouting.

The man looked back at Qing'er, a bloodthirsty sneer in his eyes. Qing'er stuck out her tongue mischievously and continued to chase after him. Behind them, the FBI agents also followed.

After the man escaped from FBI headquarters, he seemed well-prepared to ride a two-wheeled car and run.

Qing'er didn't relax at all as she jumped onto the back seat.

"Who are you?"

Qing'er saw the people chasing after her, so she tore off the things covering the man's face and threw them behind her.

The man's driving skills were very good. As he drilled through the streets and alleyways, the four wheels of the car were all dumped by him.

Ten minutes later, with a screech of brakes, the man stopped the car and grabbed her with his gloved hand.

"Sorry, I don't like people touching me."

Qing'er spun around, avoiding the man's hand.

"You are very evil, very shameless."

The man stood still and stared at Qing Er with a complicated look in his eyes.

Qing'er looked at the man carefully.

Although he was not as beautiful as Lance, he was definitely a rare beauty, and his breed was from the East.

"We're in the same boat, we're in the same boat. Which country did you come from?"

Qing Er asked with a smile. Although this man broke into the FBI and was obviously not a good person, she felt he was very friendly.

"Little guy, this isn't something you should care about."

The man replied to Qing'er in fluent Chinese.

"Hur hur, fellow townsman, sorry, thank you for tonight."

Qing'er stretched out her hand and smiled. If this man hadn't appeared tonight, she might have become the number one killer of the FBI.

Looking at the man's handsome, neutral face, Qing'er was very happy. At least for now, the FBI's target would turn to him.

"No need. We're even. The things that you want to do were originally things that I wanted to do. Perhaps I owe you something."

The man was cool.

"So that's how it is. If that's the case, then you really should thank me. Then, how do you plan on thanking me?"

Qing Er smiled naughtily. She didn't know where she was going. Since he had gotten the upper hand, it didn't matter where she stayed for a few nights.

"You really are pushing your luck, little thing. A Chinese girl is not as cunning as you."

The man smiled mockingly.

"Hehe, you don't say? It should be a few hundred. Several thousand years ago, I was the current standard Eastern Beauty."

Qing'er smiled and shook her hair. She even shook her head confidently.

"Beauty? You, are just a stunted little kid. "

The man sneered.

"Hey, you are very rude. Didn't anyone tell you to be more polite to beauties? Don't underestimate me because I'm still young right now. That's because I haven't fully matured yet. When I grow up, you just wait in line. "

Qing'er was extremely unconvinced.

"Is that so? Just like you? "Little thing, are you interested in making a bet?"

The man had a pair of long, slender eyes, which were looking back and forth between Qing Er and him.

"I'm sorry, but I've never played this kind of retarded game since I was young. Speak your name, identity, and goal."

Qing Er cast a sidelong glance at the man. She wasn't so easily fooled. This man must have come for someone, especially someone with eyes like hers. It was clear that he was harboring evil intentions.

"What is it? Are you afraid too? "

The man grinned at Qing'Er.

"I'm human, and humans always have weaknesses. Quick, tell me, why did you come to the FBI headquarters?"

Qing'er's beautiful eyes were filled with a domineering aura.

"Find someone to take revenge."

The man looked at Qing Er, the left corner of his mouth raised, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Then you're really dumb. To find someone to take revenge at the FBI, you must have a bad head. Tell me your name, and who you're looking for. Maybe I can help you."

Qing'er looked at the man with interest.

"Alright, let's leave this place first."

The man looked around, as if he felt someone had arrived. He wanted to hold Qing Er's hand, but she quickly moved away.

"You can take the lead, but please don't touch me."

The man glared at Qing'er and dashed into the church on the left.

Qing Er quickly followed up. She felt that this man wasn't as simple as he said he was. If she extended her hand, what kind of enmity would he have with others?

"Come here."

After entering, the man walked to the right and spoke to Qing'er.

Qing Er felt a little dizzy. She didn't expect that such a place like this would have a hidden door. It seemed that she really couldn't let her appearance into another room now. She seemed to have seen this kind of hidden door before.

"You have done a lot of follow-up work. Who are you looking for for revenge?"

Qing'er asked curiously after they entered the underground space.

"A damnable woman. She killed my family. I will make her pay a hundredfold! I will make her suffer a fate worse than death!"

Qing Er was stunned by the man's words. From the looks of it, he should not be young anymore. Why did he say such childish words?

"Cough, may I ask how old mister is this year?"

Qing'er lightly coughed, very curious about the man who said such childish words.

"Twenty-two."

The man swept Qing Er with a cold gaze as he coldly spoke.

"No way, isn't this a baby face?"

Qing'er was astonished. This face, it really didn't look like the face of a twenty-two, and he wasn't a baby either.

"Am I getting old?"

The man glanced at Qing Er and said.

"Alright then, how do I address you?"

Qing'er couldn't help but laugh.

"Long Yan, do you have any place to stay?"

"Yes, but I don't think it's safe. You're not planning to stay here until you get your revenge, are you?"

Qing'er smiled at the man.

No matter how she looked at his appearance, he seemed like a cold killer. However, this was the other person's privacy, and Qing Er didn't want to ask.

"Perhaps, if he doesn't take revenge, he will live up to his reputation."

Dragon Flames said coldly.

"That's right, that's right. Mr Long, since you still have a huge grudge to exact revenge, then I won't disturb you any longer. I'm going home."

Qing'er felt the dangerous aura from the dragon flame and decided to stay away from it.

"Don't you want to know who my enemy is?"