The man watched him wrap his arms and said nothing.

"Fujun, I have been hungry since I walked, so I ate a piece of cold cake. You give the silver to others." After that, Qi Yan looked at the man and blinked, don't have another deep meaning.

Seeing that the man hadn't done anything for a long time, and looked at the lad's doubtful eyes, Qi Yan's hand hidden under the man's wide sleeves pinched **** his waist.

"Husband~ Give someone money!"

The man's indifferent gaze fell on Qi Yan's face. After a while, he took out a piece of silver from the sleeve and put it on the cold cake stand.

The young man picked up the silver, and for a while, he picked up the silver and said to the man, "I'll find you..."

"No need." Qi Yan said in front of the man, smiled at the boy, and grabbed the man's arm and left.

Regardless of the guy's shouting in the back, Qi Yan pulled the man hard into a quiet alley and let go of his arm.

"Cough cough!" Qi Yan coughed lightly, cocked her orchid finger, and was facing the man who was Ling Xian: "Just thank you. People didn't bring silver, and when my brother brought the silver, I'll pay you back."

The man's indifferent gaze fell on his face, and he slowly said: "No more."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, and it seemed to overflow from his mouth like a clear spring.

"Hey, I'm not the one who owes the debt~." Qi Yan narrowed his eyes in complacency. "What's your name? Where is the mansion?"

The man still looked at him faintly without saying a word.

"Inconvenient to say?" Qi Yan frowned as if disgusted: "Ce, then tell me, where is the mansion of the martial arts leader?"

At last, the man's eyes flickered and he looked at Qi Yan with a straight face: "You are looking for the master of martial arts."

Qi Yan moved his waist and raised his eyebrows lightly, revealing a charming gesture: "I will [se] lure myself."

The man’s eyes were a little strange, and he glanced up and down Qi Yan, saying, "Are you going?"

"Why?" Qi Yan was not happy when he heard his tone: "Can't I! People are also delicate and water-like and weak and boneless."

The man looked at him again: "You are a man."

"What's wrong with the man!" Qi Yan felt that this dumb wood's speech became more and more disturbing to his mind, and he waved irritably, saying, "You just tell me where the Wulin Leader's mansion is!"

The man's eyes turned slightly, and after watching Qi Yan for a long time with interest, he turned away without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, the man turned around and left. Qi Yan froze for a long time before remembering to chase him, but out of the alley, the man had disappeared.

Qi stomped his feet angrily, facing the eyes of the people around him, Qi Yan pursed his lips, and it took a long time to turn away.

At night, the night sky was like ink, and the moon was bright and bright; a little starlight dotted the night sky, like a natural candlelight, which covered the earth with a layer of looming. Blurred Qingwan light.

Suddenly, a red figure skimmed over the house, walking briskly and doing nothing. After a few feet up and down, Qi Yan landed firmly on the main hall of a mansion. There was no candlelight in the house, and the owner thought he had fallen asleep.

The dumb guy thought that if he didn't tell himself, he wouldn't be able to ask the residence of the martial leader!

With a smug smile on his mouth, Qi Yan narrowed his eyes and gently gathered his slightly messy hair blown by the wind.

Landing lightly in front of the main hall door, Qi Yan swept alertly and found no other hidden dangers, so he cleared the door lock with his hands and feet and gently pushed the door and walked in.

The inside of the house was very dark and dark, only the light of the moonlight falling in, allowing Qi Yan to see clearly the surrounding situation: the ordinary outer room was placed with tables and chairs, and mahogany carved lacquer; two or three pieces of jade were placed on the cabinet frame, which was not expensive There are not many, obviously the owner in the room is not interested in these things; stepping into the white arch, facing the inner room is the bed where the curtains are put down.

Behind the tulle curtain, a body with a smooth breathing and undulating chest could be seen vaguely.

Qi Yan crept into it, came to the curtain and felt a surprise.

Is this martial arts leader a fool? And the martial arts that have been said to be good! He came into the room himself, and his life was about to be killed in a few minutes, and he didn't react at all...

It is a miracle that Xi Zhao can live to this day.

Stretching out his slender arm and gently lifting the corner of the curtain, Qi Yan hadn't yet seen the people inside clearly. His hand was suddenly held by another powerful hand, and the other party dragged it hard, before Qi Yan had time to startle. When it was pulled into the curtain, it fell on a person.

"Oh..."

The waist and abdomen account hit the man's slightly curved knee, and Qi Yan was painful and exclaimed.

"It's really coming." The man's voice was familiar, indifferent, and full of magnetism like a zheng.

Qi Yan frowned, raised his head, and happened to meet the man's deep pupil.

——It's the wood he used as the head of wrongdoing today! !

"Oh! It turned out to be you!" Qi Yan exclaimed: "What are you doing here! Huh, won't you ask me for money?"

He said that he didn't need to repay the money, but he still stood here and waited for the rabbit... wait! This is the compartment of the martial arts leader! Why is this man here? Could it be that……

Seeming to figure out something, Qi Yan's eyes widened abruptly, and he looked at the man in disbelief: "Are you Xixi Zhao?"

The man raised his eyebrows irrevocably, and the hands that gripped his wrists like iron pliers did not loose at all.

Qi Yan felt distressed about his slender wrist and twisted, shouting, "Release quickly! It hurts others!"

"What are you going to do?" The man's deep voice sounded again.

"You care what I do!" Qi Yan was anxious and broke free for several times. He simply kicked his legs, climbed onto the bed, and sat on Xi Zhao's lap with his theory: "So hold people What does hand mean?"

Xi Zhao looked at him indifferently for a long time before Xi Zhao slowly let go of his hand.

Qi Yan rubbed his wrist, and his fair skin was all red.

"Oh, you held everyone's hands red..." Qi Yan burst into tears: "My brother and younger brother have never treated me like this."

Xi Zhao froze for a moment, watching him silent.

More and more wronged, Qi Yan raised his head and stared at Xi Zhao bitterly: "You pay me!"

Xi Zhao raised his eyebrows: "What should I lose?"

"I don't care if you have to pay me!" Qi Yan couldn't say anything. He simply played Lai, rolled into the bed, and started to cry on his arms.

"Woo... my wrist hurts, you are a bad guy, I call my brother to beat you..."

Xi Zhao's cold face finally cracked. He glanced at Qi Yan blankly for a long time before raising his hand and patting his shoulder: "No crying."

"Oh, you pinch me and won't let me cry!" Qi Yan cried even more: "My life is so bitter!"

"How do you want me to compensate you?" Xi Zhao frowned slightly: "Just say it."

Qi Yan choked twice, looked up at him with tears.

"You make people [se] seduce."