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It was too far away to see his face clearly, but …

"Oh my god, am I seeing things?"

Qing'er's eyes widened in disbelief. Her brother was actually kissing that woman, and the two of them were hugging each other tightly.

Was this the situation with the divine steeds? That woman should be the woman that saved her, but why didn't I hear her say she was very familiar with her brother?

Furthermore, she had never heard her brother say that she was more familiar with a woman.

Seeing that the two of them had finally separated, Qing Er's eyes widened as her brother walked over while holding the woman in his arms.

She still couldn't believe it. Could this woman with special abilities be her brother's girlfriend? But why did no one in the family know?

"Qing'er, this is a phoenix. It's a bit younger than you, so you can call her younger sister."

An'an got into the car and introduced Qing'er.

"Hello, thank you for saving me."

Qing Er smiled as she reached out her hand to the girl. If her brother hadn't said so, she really wouldn't have known that she would be younger than her.

However, Qing Er's hot face stuck to the ice mountain. The woman only looked at her but didn't say anything. She didn't respond to Qing'Er's hand.

"Brother, should I call you sister-in-law?"

Qing'er didn't get angry when she saw Feng Feiyun ignore her. Perhaps it was because she had saved her before, but she actually liked this cold girl a lot.

"Maybe …"

An An An looked at Feng, who was sitting in the backseat, and smiled meaningfully.

"Waa, then brother, can you lend sister-in-law to me for a few days?"

Qing'er's beautiful phoenix eyes darted around. She wanted to bring this cold sister-in-law to England.

"No, stop daydreaming. Hurry up."

Ann hit Qing'er, who began to destroy their internal computers, but she thought it was just boring, so she let them find out and played the game of catching mice with them.

"Qing Er, stop playing. We still have other things to do."

Seeing Qing'er giggling at her laptop, An Xin couldn't help but shout out orders.

Looking at the sparks in the distance, Qing'er was very excited. It had been a long time since she had such fun. It was as if she had gone crazy in her childhood.

She didn't completely detonate the bombs, but she did scare them first. She gave them a little time to search for her. She liked this kind of game.

"Brother, this time I started from the surveillance room, and then I started from the database. Let's see how they do their evil deeds in the future."

Qing'er giggled and transferred all the electronic data in the FBI database to her side.

"Haha, bro, they know it's me. I'm begging for mercy."

Qing'er pointed at the image of the old man holding the white flag on the screen in amusement.

"Qing'Er, then it's troublesome. We have to get rid of the people inside. Only by doing this can we get rid of them once and for all."

Qing'er was the one who loved to play. He had originally wanted to leave no trace behind, but now he was afraid that it would be even more troublesome in the future if he didn't remove the root.

"Brother, they …" They want to negotiate? "

Qing'er looked at the screen, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

The other side said that they were willing to write it off. As long as Qing'er showed mercy, they would not cause any more trouble in the future. Furthermore, they would not even bother to use the Power Mirror.

"Qing Er, don't fall for their tricks."

An An An advised.

"Brother, I …" Let's make this deal. They know who killed Lance. "

Qing'er cried. Everything that happened today was caused by that murderer. If it wasn't for Lance's injury, she and Lance would be very happy today.

"Qing Er, are you really willing to believe them?"

An An fell silent. Seeing the tears in Qing'er's eyes, he had no way to refuse.

"I don't believe in the old man, but I do believe in Sister Ling."

During her years at the FBI, Sister Ling had always taken care of her. She could trust anyone, but not Sister Ling.

"Then you decide, that woman has come out."

Anthea had seen a woman walk out of FBI headquarters through the binoculars, and they had no time to hesitate. If they disagreed, they would drive away now, blow up FBI headquarters, and if Qing'er really wanted to negotiate, there would be no more chances.

He had checked before, but the few Vampire Hunters that hurt Lance had been killed by Qing Er and the others. Now, they could not find any clues.

"It's Sister Ling. Brother, I'm going out."

Qing'er held on to the car door as she prepared to leave.

"No, I'll go. Feng, make her treat me like Qing Er."

"Brother, I'll go by myself."

Qing Er held An An's hand. This was her problem and she wanted to go by herself. She believed in Sister Ling. If she lost this time, it would be her fault and she couldn't implicate her brother.

Qing'er pressed An An on the seat and decisively opened the car door.

Although she was at a disadvantage in this matter, on second thoughts, the members of the FBI weren't all bad people. Most of them were just following orders, and some of them were very conscientious and not all of them were the same.

"Sister Ling."

Qing walked over to Sister Ling, who had given her care and help in the FBI.

"Qing'er, I know you hate the harm the FBI has done you, but there are a lot of other people here. Not everyone is a bad person."

Sister Ling looked at Qing Er with a sad expression.

"Sister Ling, I don't want to do that. If it weren't for Aunt Nell, my brother and I would have already died at the hands of Johnson and Jenny."

Qing'er knew that she went a bit overboard this time, but as her brother said, they were the ones who started it.

"The higher-ups have said that as long as you show mercy this time, they won't cause you any more trouble in the future. Qing'er, can you trust Sister Ling this once?"

Sister Ling begged Qing'er as she looked at the sparks behind her.

"Sister Ling, I want to know who killed Lance."

Qing'er didn't answer directly. She wanted to know the answer, the person who had caused all of this tragedy.

Qing'er, in the end, it's all because of you. If you didn't blow up the headquarters of Mountain Gate, his son wouldn't have come looking for you.

"You mean, it's a dragon flame?"

Qing'er said with a trembling voice.

It wasn't that she didn't believe him, it was just that in those few days, Long Yan was with them. Although he left one day earlier, it wasn't hard to find those vampire hunters from England to China, but why?

Why did the dragon flame want to deal with Lance? She was the one he wanted to kill, and it had nothing to do with Lance.

"I know it's hard for you to believe, but you're so smart. If you think about it, you should be able to figure it out."

Sister Ling gave a disc to Qing'er.

Qing'er watched Sister Ling walk back to the FBI headquarters. She was lost in thought for a long time.

She was willing to believe in Sister Ling, but she really didn't want to believe in Long Yan.

That day, Lance was injured because he had to save her. Could it be that the dragon's flames couldn't wait any longer and wanted to attack her?

Back in the car, Qing'er opened up the disc. Inside was the transaction log, with an account number. Although it was very difficult, it was not difficult for her.

"Qing'er, these can't be considered evidence. There are records of such transactions all over the world, so it doesn't mean anything."

Anthea looked at the information on the disc and felt like she had been duped.

"Brother, I know it's him. That day, Lance saved me, and the dragon flame kept saying that it wanted to kill me. That day, he probably wanted my life."

Qing'er silently said.

"Qing'er, your idea is very silly. Do you really need a silver bullet for him to injure you?"

An An's words completely overturned Qing'er's conjecture.

She wasn't a vampire. Ordinary bullets could take her life, and she didn't even need to use a silver bullet. Could it be that the flames were aimed at Lance?

This fact made Qing'er's blood flow backwards. If it was aimed at Lance, it was a conspiracy. It started when the dragon flame left.

"Brother, I need to go back to my country. I want to hear it from his own mouth."

Qing'er gritted her teeth and held back her tears.

"He is currently in Japan. That day, he was the one who stopped us outside the Royal Spirit Pavilion."

As if afraid that Qing'er's heart wasn't strong enough, An An added another path.

"Then I'll go to Japan."

Qing'er gritted her teeth.

From China to the United States to Japan, he was really following closely.

"I'll go with you."

An An An stepped on the gas pedal.

"No, I want to go by myself. What he wants is my life."

Qing-er said as she instructed the FBI to dismantle the internal bomb.

"But that incident was caused by us siblings. If he wanted to take revenge, he should have attacked us. Silly girl, don't tell me you haven't thought of the incident when we blew up the headquarters of the Yamaguchi Academy."

An Ran said calmly.

"Bro, please help me bring Sister-in-law to London. Lance might need help. Many people want that Power Mirror."

Qing'er closed the laptop, shook her head, and asked An An.

Although he was worried, he knew his sister's stubbornness and her pride.

Even if she wanted to send someone, she could only send someone secretly to take the phoenix to London.

Qing'er was really stubborn. Not only did she not accept An'an's suggestion, but she also did not let Joseph follow her. She packed her bags and went to Japan alone.

Tokyo

When she was kidnapped to Japan ten years ago, she had never imagined that today, ten years later, she would have anything to do with the son of the Oshima sage.

Long Yan, Qing'er, you can't say how I feel. A friend? It was difficult to determine.

Only one thing was certain, she really couldn't treat him as an enemy.

There were several times that he had risked his life to save her, and Qing'er could not forget this, especially that time where they had fought to the death by the river bank. In order to save her, he had even been injured.

Qing'er was still hesitant after getting on the taxi, but she gave Long Yan's address in Japan.

After an hour of travel, they finally arrived. This was a traditional Japanese residence. The area was not very big, but it was very ancient.

There were two cherry blossoms in front of the door, but unfortunately, this was not the time for the cherry blossoms to bloom. Maybe next month, the cherry blossoms would be blooming in the courtyard.

"Wen Qing, why did you come to Japan to visit your teacher so easily?"

The door opened, and Long Yan wore a gentle smile that he had never had before.

"I have never been a teacher to you before. Long Yan, I never thought that you would be so despicable."

Qing'er didn't appreciate his kindness. She stood under the cherry blossom tree with a cold look on her face.

"You already know."

The dragon flame didn't hide anything. On the contrary, it calmly admitted to it.

"Why? You want to kill me, why do you want to kill Lance? "

Qing'er's heart felt as though it was being held down by a rope. She was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Killing is the simplest, but it's not the most painful. I remember telling you this before."

Long Yan had a faint smile on his face. Killing was only a matter of time. If he truly hated someone, then he couldn't let them die that quickly. He had to let them taste what it was like to live rather than die.

"You shouldn't have hurt Lance. Dragon Flame, just do it. I won't show mercy."

Qing'er took a step forward and stared at Long Yan in pain.

"He's not human. He threatened me, so why can't I fight back? Qing'er, your love for him has lost your sight."

The dragon flame didn't show any reaction. Instead, it calmly went back inside the house.

Qing'er had no choice but to follow him. She must take revenge for Lance today and get rid of this disaster.

"Long Yan, you attack. I won't allow you to do this."

Qing'Er lost control and shouted.

She couldn't do anything to an unarmed person. She fired several shots at Long Yan's feet, but the dragon flame acted as if nothing had happened, not even an expression on its face.

"Qing'er, go ahead. I won't blame you, but I won't kill you right now."

Long Yan calmly sat down in the lotus position and began to drink his kung fu tea.

"Bastard, do it, take out your gun, take out your gun …"

Qing'er stepped forward and kicked him, but the dragon flame didn't budge. Qing'er's roar became louder.