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Just as Qing'er turned around, Long Yan coldly said.

"Everyone, let's sweep the house clean. I'm not interested in the affairs of others. That's all. Mister Long, farewell."

Qing'er turned around and smiled politely.

Long Yan maliciously looked at Qing'er's back as he left. After Qing'er left, a woman walked out from the left side of the basement.

"Young master, why didn't you kill her?"

"Now is not the time. It would be too easy for her to kill her. Father, sister, there are still hundreds of lives left. I am not willing to let this happen to her."

Dragon Flames punched the wall, causing blood to flow down the wall.

"She is very powerful. At twelve years old, she is already an official of the FBI. Furthermore, she is a talented young lady. If she knows the Young Lord's identity, the Young Lord will not have a chance."

The woman walked over and reminded him.

"Yinzi, you're underestimating me too much. She's a genius and also a woman. I'm a man, and men are born hunters. She can't escape."

A self-confident sneer hung on Long Yan's face like he was hunting.

"I hope that the Young Lord can do as he wishes. If he can get revenge soon, the Young Lord can take over Shankou Group."

The woman walked over and said to the dragon.

"That's not important. Have you captured Fujiwara?"

Long Yan pinched the woman's face, turning her back towards him, and asked coldly.

After Qing'er left the church, she didn't stay any longer. Instead, she directly called An An.

She wanted to recover her memories. She didn't want to lose the best thing in her life.

After chatting for a few minutes, Qing Er decisively left for Sicily, but this time she put on her makeup.

In three years at the FBI, they were too familiar with each other to avoid them.

He had stepped onto the island before, but Qing'er didn't feel anything at all. The so-called brainwashing was just a kind of hypnotism. Normally, when she recalled the past, she would be able to recover.

When they arrived in Sicily, Qing'er hadn't taken off her makeup. No one at the Mafia headquarters knew it was her.

Qing'er would never have thought that she would be exposed in front of her own system.

As soon as she set foot in Sicily, Kyle was reported to her.

"Godfather, an old man of unknown origin broke into Sicily."

"Send someone to probe him out. Is there any news from Young Master?"

Kyle, who was frowning, said absent-mindedly.

"No, we've already found the wreckage of the plane, but we don't have any clues for Young Master. Godfather, could Young Master …"

"No, he's my son. Nothing will happen to him. Send someone to search around the nearby islands."

Kyle gave the order.

There had been an accident when Josef had gone to her birthday, and there was no one there yet.

When Kyle arrived at the control room, the camouflaged Qing Er appeared on the screen. Looking at her thoughtful figure, Kyle actually felt that it was somewhat familiar.

Although Qing'er could no longer remember everything that had happened, her brain seemed to have its own consciousness. She knew that there were speedboats here, and her feet also wanted to have their own consciousness.

"Godfather, she successfully dodged our first wave of attacks and seems to be very clear on our position."

The operator who had been in the control room reported the recent scenes to Kyle.

"Continue monitoring."

Kyle stared at the screen, zooming in a lot.

The timing of the mechanism had been set. However, this time, Kyle had taken the initiative and manually activated the mechanism. In the scene, Qing'er was obviously not on guard and had dodged in a sorry state.

"The scene is back."

Kyle pointed to the screen, and his heart began to pound, as if he had seen his son come back.

"Godfather, it's a woman."

Everyone cried out in alarm.

"If I'm not mistaken, the little angel should be back."

Kyle smiled. It must be because his son did not send his birthday wishes, the little angel came to settle the score with him. This would be for the best.

"Godfather, is that possible?"

"You guys continue watching. I'll go out and take a look."

Kyle finally had a smile on his face that he hadn't seen in a long time.

"It really is the mafia. So dark, I almost lost my life."

Qing'er, who had escaped danger, sat on the ground and made a face at the hidden camera. By then, she had already taken off her mask.

She looked around and felt a bit familiar. However, she also felt that something was wrong.

"Angel, why didn't you call Uncle Kyle first?"

Just as Qing'er was deep in thought, Kyle walked out from the dark and said with a smile.

"Uncle Kai Er, you are really vicious. I almost lost my life."

Although she had no impression of him, she knew that Kyle treated her very well. She stood up and said coquettishly.

When she finished, she was stunned again, as if she used to be confused for a moment.

"Angel, you must be looking for Joseph. Are you blaming him for not sending your birthday blessing?"

Kyle hugged Qing Er and asked with a touch of sadness.

"No, I'm not that petty. It's just that Uncle Kyle, have you guys forgotten Qing Er's birthday?"

Qing'er pouted and complained.

"Qing'er, Joseph has disappeared. That day, he was originally going to attend your birthday, but an accident occurred on the way. Until now, no one has been seen, and no corpse. I'm worried that he …"

Kyle said, his eyes red.

"Missing? How could this be? Where did they disappear to? "

Qing'er was shocked. From what Kyle had said, it seemed that Joseph had met with an accident on his way to celebrate her birthday.

"Uncle has already sent people to look for it, but there's no news of them yet. Qing'er, can you search the area a hundred miles around the plane again for uncle?"

Although Qing'er had agreed to Kyle's request, there were many things that could not be concluded just by doing them.

Qing-er spent months searching in the wrecked area, even searching online, but there was no news of Joseph.

Other than apologizing to Kyle, Qing'er had no choice but to give up.

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"Uncle Kyle, I'm very sorry. Ching has tried her best, but there is still no news of Joseph."

Qing'er was very sad. Although those memories no longer existed, she knew that they had truly been very good.

"Little angel, can you stay here with uncle?"

Kyle stroked her black hair and said.

"Uncle, I'd love to stay here, but I think Joseph is still alive, so I'm going to look for him again."

Qing'er knew that Kyle wanted to keep him, but she couldn't.

If she stayed, the FBI wouldn't let her go, and neither would her parents.

"Little Angel, didn't you already look for them? It's been so many days and I don't have much hope. "

Kyle said with a sorrowful expression.

"No, Uncle Kyle, you can't give up. I just want to find some people with superpowers. Maybe they will find out about Joseph's situation."

"Is there?"

Kyle was stunned. How could those false gods know the whereabouts of his son?

"It must be useful, Uncle Kyle. Please trust Joseph."

Qing'er was a little afraid when she saw Kyle's expression. Although she loved to play, she had no interest in taking over the underworld. She had to slip away as soon as possible.

Although Kyle didn't quite believe her, Qing-Er repeatedly promised that she would eventually let her go.

On this trip to London, Qing'er remembered that the vampaneze had some special talents, and she hoped that Aunt Nell would help her find Joseph.

When she arrived in London, Nell had indeed sought out people with foresight, but their powers were limited. They only knew that Joseph was still alive and didn't know exactly where he was.

Qing'er told the truth to Kyle and stopped asking.

Since the clues on the other side were cut off, they could only use this way to find her. Since she was once called Prince Lance, then, there should be a lot of people in the past.

That morning, Qing'er took a taxi outside the castle with her simple luggage.

Lance stood in front of the bed, watching the little girl outside the castle.

After not seeing her for three years, she seemed to have really grown up.

If it was in the past, she would definitely have rushed in while shouting. But now, she was calmly standing outside, sizing up the castle.

She gathered her courage and carried her luggage. Then, she pushed open the first door of the castle and entered the courtyard.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he searched for memories that belonged to him. He didn't have much of an impression of them.

The door slowly opened with a creaking sound, causing Qing Er to immediately become nervous.

"Little thing, I haven't seen you for a few years. You've really become a lady."

Lance seemed to be a little anxious, and he pushed open the window and said to Qing Er.

"Lance, I want to live here."

Qing Er slightly raised her head, looking at the face at the window that made her heart beat faster, and tried to speak in a calm tone.

"Little thing, could it be that you lost your memory? Didn't I tell you a few years ago that you can come and live here anytime you want?"

Lance had a faint smile on his lips, this little thing seemed to be more polite than before.

"More or less, my memories have been washed away. Other than my family, no one else remembers."

Qing'er put her luggage on the ground and smiled helplessly at Lance.

"You've been brainwashed."

If that was the case, then he could understand why Qing Er became so reserved.

"Yeah, so I left. I decided to live a normal life, starting from school."

Qing'er watched as Lance floated down from the window on the second floor.

She had already told her parents that she would stay in England and start with the students.

"Your parents agree?"

Lance had a strange feeling in his heart.

Did this mean that she was going to live here for years?

"They probably won't have any objections. I've grown up."

Qing'er lowered her head. Lance's amber eyes made her a little embarrassed.

A three-hundred-year-old vampire was more than enough to be her wife's grandpa. If her brother hadn't said that she had called him Lance before, perhaps she would have called him uncle today.

"If you're going to stay in London long enough, little one, I think you ought to have a proper house."

Lance said seriously.

Although he had said that Lil Thing could live here, if she wanted to live here, then this really wasn't the right place.

Although the castle was big enough, they all lived in the blood clan. Here, she didn't have any companions, and there was no one to accompany her and talk to. Such a life wasn't suitable for a lively girl.

"No way, I just arrived and you kick me out. Was it because I used to hate it?"

Qing'er tried speaking in a gentle tone.

This castle was indeed very big and seemed very lonely, but since Lance was able to live here for three hundred years, it shouldn't be a problem for her to live here for three to five years.

"A little. You always want to go out and play."

Lance looked at Qing Er and said half-jokingly.

"You never go out?"

Qing'er tilted her head and looked at Lance.

He should have been over 1800, and even now she had to tiptoe to get to his neck.

As the thought went through her mind, Qing'er was stunned.

It was as if she had done this before. Had she kissed Lance?

"Did I kiss you before?"