Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 542 Ying Linlin's Target

The other grandpas and grandmas in the Holy Light Knights also shook their heads and sighed.

"Sigh, I just hope we can gain something from this exploration of the ruins."

Qin Youyou looked at the listless grandparents, lost in thought.

"Flying Stick, let's go. What are you thinking about?" Han Dujuan urged Qin Youyou when she saw her lost in thought.

"I think we'll definitely achieve our goals." Qin Youyou looked up and smiled brightly.

That bright, sunny smile instantly warmed the hearts of the elderly men and women.

A kind smile unconsciously appeared on their faces; they felt relaxed and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Flying Stick is right."

"Our wishes will definitely come true!"

They verbally agreed, but no one really took Qin Youyou's words to heart.

After all, Fei Gun'er was known for his sweet talk.

They've long been used to it.

Today, she was especially sweet-talking.

Thinking about Fei Gun'er's recent performance, they felt a little worried.

Zhang Baolin leaned closer: "Flying Stick, you've been talking a lot less lately, acting like a little adult all the time. I thought something was bothering you."

"Seeing your smile now puts our minds at ease."

Qin Youyou stumbled.

Ah... Qin You, that bastard, is always trying to act cool everywhere!

They even put it in front of their grandparents!

Qin You, who was assigning tasks to Ying Linlin, blushed instantly: "I didn't!"

He's clearly a born cool guy.

But he quickly snapped back to reality, focusing on the task at hand, and sprinkled purple bone powder on the mixed-race people around him.

"What is this?" The mixed-race group stared at the young man with the rooster-like haircut, still reeling from the stark contrast.

This young man, who once pinned them down on the bed and made them perform a sex act for Tony the God's servant, is now letting them leave!

They had been imprisoned in the Temple of Holy Light for over a year, constantly counting down the days until their deaths, never imagining they would leave alive.

They looked confused as they saw the purple powder floating onto their skin.

They deeply suspected that this rooster-haired Vadasi was bewitching himself.

Qin You flicked his hand, and the bone powder disappeared into the bodies of these mixed-race individuals.

“This is Star Clan bone powder. Now, you are tainted with the Star Clan's aura. In their eyes, you are Star Clan people wearing hybrid skin.”

"Huh?" The mixed-race people's expressions changed.

"Damn StarClan! We don't want to be StarClan!" They rubbed their arms violently, their faces full of disgust, as if they wanted to rub off a layer of skin.

Ying Linlin pressed them down from the side: "Brothers and sisters, calm down."

"What do you mean? Traitor!" The group glared at Ying Linlin. They had already realized that this handsome young man was also of mixed race.

At such a young age, he has no backbone whatsoever that a mixed-race person should have. He is willing to be a lackey of the Temple of Holy Light and willing to wear the identity of the Star Clan. He has no shame at all.

Ying Linlin's face stiffened.

Qin You pulled him behind her in time, easing his embarrassment.

A pair of calm eyes looked at the angry mixed-race people.

"I want you to leave the Temple of Holy Light, take these bone powders, and go to every corner of the Second Heaven to lure out those disguised Star Clan people, capture them all, and wipe them out in one fell swoop."

The mixed-race individuals were taken aback.

He paused for a moment while frantically rubbing his arms.

"What did you say?"

They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

So, they don't want to betray the hybrid race, nor do they want to become StarClan.

The young man's leisurely voice continued:

"I also want you to unite all the hybrids, call them to the Beast Territory, to Phoenix Ridge, to join the Beastmen, to pick up your pens, to restore the inherited memories in the Beastmen's bloodline, and to piece together the true history."

These two short paragraphs left the mixed-race individuals standing frozen in place, their pupils trembling, their hearts filled with wave after wave of shock.

Does he even know what he's saying?

They wanted to shout, "Stop dreaming! This is all a dream, it's not real! The Vadashi can't possibly be that good! The Vadashi are clearly lackeys of the Temple of Holy Light!"

All of this is fake, a mockery and ridicule of them!

They cannot believe it, they absolutely cannot believe it!

But for some reason, when they met the young man's calm and serious eyes, all the words that had reached their throats were swallowed back down.

For no apparent reason, I wanted to believe; for no apparent reason, I felt that I could rely on and submit to this person in front of me.

Qin You noticed their hesitation, smiled, and mobilized the power of the Beast God within him: "Is it alright, my friends?"

Although the beast bloodline in the hybrid's body was only half left and was usually suppressed by the human bloodline, at this moment, all the hidden and dormant beast blood trembled, submitted, and boiled in an instant!

An overwhelming sense of awe surged into their minds, and they, along with Ying Linlin, opened their eyes wide, instantly recognizing the identity of the person before them.

His knees buckled involuntarily, but a force supported his body, and he was forced to straighten up halfway through his kneeling.

“You…” The voices of the group were hoarse, and they dared not look directly at Shenwei.

All they heard was His voice, clear and sweet like a spring, as if He were an old friend, discussing with them: "Let's wait until the world is at peace, then we can brew some new tea and talk about our lives, shall we?"

He did not want them to kneel.

The mixed-race people's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and the image of the deity in their eyes became blurred.

They slowly clenched their fists and nodded emphatically.

"Ok!"

Tearing open a spatial rift, Qin You used gentle divine power to envelop several mixed-blood individuals and send them out of the Holy Light Peak territory.

A small gray cat leaped out and disappeared into the spatial rift.

Standing behind Qin You, Ying Linlin, who was sobbing with emotion and desperately wiping her face with her sleeve, accidentally caught a glimpse of the little gray cat that had gone with the mixed-race people.

Despite its small size, the enormous thing between its legs is still so prominent.

It's definitely the cat who saved him!

Ying Linlin stared in disbelief, pointing to the spot where the spatial rift had disappeared, "Cat Lord, it, it it it!"

Qin You raised an eyebrow: "Still so surprised? Linlin, didn't you already guess it?"

Ying Linlin's mind was in a mess, and she let out a long breath.

He had guessed it all, but seeing it again still had a significant impact on him.

Qin You raised his hand and tore open a spatial rift as well, instructing:

"Go, Linlin. Remember, this exploration of the ruins will definitely hide Star Clan members disguised as hybrids. Find them all and wipe them out in one fell swoop."

"Okay!" Ying Linlin sniffed.

He snapped out of his daze, wiped away his tears fiercely, cursed himself for being spineless, and puffed out his chest like a rooster.

Nodding emphatically: "Yes! Flying Rod... no, Beast God, I, no, I, uh, this humble one..."

Qin You sighed helplessly, "Let's not be so distant."

Ying Linlin's eyes lit up: "Okay, Brother Flying Stick, I've got it all!"

The thought of those Star Clan members so cruelly slaughtering the hybrid race filled him with a desire to grind them all to dust!

A pale golden divine power enveloped Ying Linlin, and he too was sent into the crack by Qin You.

"Go."