Mengfei Qiqi

Chapter 107 Eight years later, we meet again 9
"This... yes..." Twelve stared at the bone-chilling coldness in Mo Hanqing's gaze, and nodded guiltyly.

"Half a month ago, since she disappeared, I asked you to search everywhere for her traces. Now, you actually tell me that you haven't found her?" Mo Hanqing narrowed her jade-like eyes slightly, looking at the kneeling girl. On the ground, Twelve, who was sweating non-stop, said faintly through his teeth.

"That..." Twelve felt as if he was in an ice cellar at the moment. He lowered his head, not daring to look at the expression on Mo Hanqing's face at the moment, but stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat that was constantly pouring out of his forehead. The voice was low: "This subordinate will continue to search hard."

"..."

Mo Hanqing turned her head, one white and slender hand continued to play with the white jade teacup in her hand, but those dark and deep eyes were staring at the ground, not knowing what she was thinking about.

"That..." Twelve hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something more, but didn't know whether he should say it now.

"Say." Mo Hanqing lowered his head, slightly frowned his delicate eyebrows, and ordered to Twelve in a cold voice.

"The subordinates sent people to sneak into Feihe Villa. I heard that the day Miss Qiqi disappeared happened to be her 13th birthday. Maybe she discovered the disappearance of Master Ye Jue." looked at him.

"How did she find out??" Mo Hanqing turned her head, looked at Twelve, and asked in a cold voice.

"The specific...subordinates don't know about it." Twelve replied sweating.

"Master Ye Jue... I heard that the last time he appeared in the eyes of the world was in the capital." Mo Hanqing put the white jade tea cup in his hand on the table, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked Twelve Voices coldly : "Then...will Ye Qiqi come to the capital??"

"This... is also possible..." Twelve quickly responded.

"...Go on." Mo Hanqing pondered for a moment, then waved at Twelve and said, "Keep looking."

"Yes." After Twelve replied, he did a little light work and flew away from here.

Those sitting next to Mo Hanqing, although they saw him talking to Leng Wei, couldn't hear what they were saying at all, they just watched Mo Hanqing's face turn ugly again.

After Twelve Flying left, the three of them quickly turned their heads together, staring fixedly at the ring below, pretending that they hadn't seen anything just now.

Mo Hanqing glanced lightly at the few people around him, and after a long silence, he suddenly stood up and said, "I'm leaving first."

"Ah?" Ye Chengan was startled, looked at him, and asked with doubts in his eyes: "Han Qing, why don't you continue watching, this group arena is not over yet."

"Don't read it." Mo Hanqing reached out and brushed his robe lightly: "No one has been able to defeat the champion of martial arts for so many years. What's the point of reading it? Anyway, it is to select talents for Hongyu's military department. What have you got to do with me?"

"Uh...that's what it says...then what...don't you help Hong Yu refer to it..." Ye Chengan also stood up behind him, and comforted him in a low voice.

"I have more important things." Mo Hanqing glanced at him lightly, and when he turned around and was about to leave, bursts of applause came from the ring below.

"This second round of competition has begun."

(End of this chapter)