diskusbooks Chapter 619 Qin Shaoji's obsession; Qin and Ying
Chapter 619 Qin Shaoji's obsession; Qin and Ying
Qin Xian kowtowed to the ground but did not stand up: "I did not do what the elders asked me to do. I am willing to accept the punishment."
"Now you know you're going to be punished!" Qin Shaoji knocked his teacup on the table. "Then why didn't you investigate earlier? Instead, you helped others to protect Hua Changle! You even dared to destroy Qin Ling's plan. You've grown wings now, right?"
"Grandfather! I dare not." Qin took two steps forward.
"But at that time, there were wolves all around. The God-making Sect and the people of Gallia were also coveting Changle. In order to avoid letting them find out, my grandson did not..."
Qin Shaoji waved his hand, and the invisible energy sent Qin Xian flying and rolling out: "Do you know what a great opportunity you missed by not being able to detect Chang Le's fusion ability?"
"If we can confirm this and get evidence before she enters the secret realm, we can gain the upper hand and master fusion first!"
"This summit meeting won't be exposed by her without any pain!"
Qin Xian coughed up blood in pain, struggled to get up and knelt down again: "But, but then the God-making Sect and Gallia will also know."
Qin Shaoji's eyes were cold and stern: "Even if Galia and the people of the God-making Sect also know about it, so what? After all, it is in the hands of my Qin family!"
Qin Xian said with red eyes: "But! My grandson cannot let the entire Middle Earth fall into a passive position just for the Qin family!
Country, country, first country, then family, this is what you taught me, great grandfather! ! "
"Bastard!" Qin Shaoji swung his hand and pinned Qin Xian to the ground.
The knees left cracks on the ground and the bones creaked under the weight.
"Uncle." Qin Ling spoke at this time, "Young Master has to enter the secret realm tomorrow. If he gets injured now, it may delay important matters."
Only then did Qin Shaoji stop.
Qin Xian was in so much pain that he couldn't get up.
Qin Ling sighed in his heart, and then said: "Uncle, what the young master said just now makes sense. The Gallia family has been secretly communicating with the Vera family recently, and their plot is not small. We must be doubly vigilant."
Qin Shaoji's eyes fell on him fiercely. Qin Ling lowered his head and insisted:
"Uncle, I think the most unpredictable danger right now is not Chang Le, but the mutants who have suddenly become rampant recently. If they are connected to the God-making Sect and the Meli Federation, but the Qin family is not aware of it, this is the most dangerous."
After hearing what Qin Ling said, Qin Shaoji's anger shifted to the God-making Faction.
Another elder observed the situation and said angrily:
"This God-making sect first colluded with the Sun family, then attracted the extraterrestrial species Biin, and now released the mutants. The God-making sect is a group of inferior guys, and now they are even more out of control! If I had known earlier, I should have wiped them all out in the eradication operation back then!"
Qin Xian was stunned: "The operation two hundred years ago? Didn't they say that all the core members had been eliminated?"
What do you mean, they should all be wiped out?
The elder's eyes wandered, and he said, "After all, there are still some remnants of the forces that have escaped from Middle-earth, leaving behind troubles."
"That's enough." Qin Shaoji interrupted and waved his hand, "Qin Xian, you go down and get treatment first, don't delay the secret realm."
He paused, then emphasized, "Qin Xian, if you fail to create the Mystical Realm this time, the previous punishments will be accumulated!"
Qin Xian breathed hard and leaned forward: "Grandson understands."
Qin Xian dragged his injured body away, returned to his room after treatment, dismissed the servants, sat down on the balcony, and gazed at the starry sky quietly.
On the other side, Qin Shaoji left the hall and flew to the rooftop attic of the Management Committee's Observatory.
The old man leaned on the railing and looked down at the brightly lit Hua'an City. The look in his dim and old eyes was unfathomable.
"Old Qin, are you here to sulk again?"
The light golden light flowed smoothly and turned into the figure of Ying Miao, the elder of the Ying family.
Ying Miao was wearing a red modified cheongsam, and her figure still had the grace and elegance of her youth. Even though her face had wrinkles and her hair was snow-white, it only added to her temperament that was gleamed by time.
Qin Shaoji turned his head away with a cold face and said nothing. He seemed like a different person from the humorous, friendly and amiable old man in the courtyard during the day.
But Ying Miao was not surprised at all, as if she knew very well that the humor was just a disguise of Qin Shaoji.
Ying Miao leaned against the railing, with his back to the city scenery, and said lazily, "What's the matter? You saw Xiao Gu and the others defending Chang Le in the courtyard, but you didn't have any evidence of Chang Le's integration and were in a passive position. Are you angry?"
Ying Miao guessed it right, and Qin Shaoji became even angrier.
Ying Miao observed for a moment and said in a firm tone, "You scolded Qin Xian again. You blamed him for not putting the task you assigned to him first."
Qin Shaoji exploded like a lit firecracker: "Shouldn't he be reprimanded? Fusion is something that shouldn't be placed on a single individual, especially an unstable, young, and ignorant child!
For the sake of the entire Middle-earth and the entire family, I entrusted him with an important task and trusted him, but he just perfunctorily did it. Shouldn't he be punished?"
Ying Miao sneered: "Are you still using those high-sounding words in front of me?
Qin Xian is a good kid, with a clear mind and a broad mind. You know that clearly. Isn't that why you chose him as your successor?"
"Then he should put the Qin family first instead of helping Hua Changle, that outsider!"
"Hey, hey, hey," Ying Miao reminded, "My name is Chang Le, and the surname 'Hua' was forced upon me."
"Fusion should not be left in the hands of a little girl like this!" Qin Shaoji repeated with a heavier tone.
"Tsk." Ying Miao was also a little impatient. "Qin Shaoji, you get more stubborn as you get older, right? You still refuse to listen to me!"
“Let me remind you, Qin Shaoji, fusion has been mastered by a certain person since its first appearance.
Whether it's Jiufang Gui or Changle, Heaven just chooses one individual to carry the fusion ability. It's always been like this! There's no such thing as should or shouldn't!"
"Can……"
"More!" Qin Shaoji was interrupted by Ying Miao just as he spoke.
"Also! To be fair, Chang Le has been rational and tolerant enough. She is not the kind of person you are worried about."
"Or do you think that you should be the one chosen by the fusion, or the one who controls the fusion?"
Every word Ying Miao spoke was full of wisdom. Qin Shaoji's face turned pale and red, and he was speechless.
Ying Miao sighed and said, "Old Qin, the most dangerous thing now is the mutants. This is something that is completely beyond our control. The reason why that person from the God-making Sect was able to leave Middle-earth alive is a secret that only you and I know now."
"Although it's impossible, if that person is really still alive and still in the God-making Sect, then it will be the biggest disaster for the entire Middle-earth!"
Qin Shaoji's face suddenly darkened, becoming even darker in the night.
"Whether it's Qin Xian or Huai Xia, young people have their own choices. You and I are just rotten bodies and dry bones. Why should we impose our obsessions on these young people?"
Ying Miao looked at him deeply and said, "Old Qin, think about it carefully. Don't let your obsession destroy you."
The night is long and stormy.
Some people are waiting for tomorrow in the pale world;
Some people accept responsibility while waiting in Pingjin;
Someone was struggling left and right in the dark night.
No matter what happens to you personally, tomorrow will come as expected.