He looked at everything around him in horror, and the unusually lively surrounding made him very uncomfortable.

The candlelight in Qinglou is always the most vigorous. The lights are brilliant. Qi Yan blinks uncomfortably. He wants to move and talk, but he still has no consciousness. Only a pair of eyes can see and turn.

Qi Yan never knew that he was so useless, and the charm of this body...useless!

"Guests!" The voice of the old bustard sounded at the back: "Although today is the day of Caihe's great joy, but our Xingchun Building never does that vulgar thing. Everyone look at this girl, although makeup, clothing Not as exquisite as our girl here, but also looks like a heavenly spirit..."

The old bustard slammed Qi Yan, and then began the opening scene tonight.

"Thirty-two thousand silver!" A man asked the price first, Qi Yan looked over, and a beard-bellied old man!

Rolling his eyes unabashedly, Qi Yan felt that he should be more than these thirty-two thousand silver, and there must be more people bidding.

...

Then there was silence.

Qi Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. So many people just clamored for the redemption price of the bidding lottery. How could he get stuck at the old man here? ! It shouldn't be! Isn't he beautiful?

Seeing that the old man looked at himself with radiance on his face, the ambition in his eyes must make Qi Yan's stomach roll for a while.

Is it... really about to be sold? I don’t know what medicine was given. In case he was taken back to the mansion to do the work, he hadn’t used his internal force to unlock the medicine. Wouldn’t it be a bad thing!

Qi Yan swears that everything except his clothes was taken away, including silver and flares. In case of being forced, no one will come to rescue him.

Thinking this way, Qi Yan's eyes turned red for a while, and he had never been aggrieved by the Demon Church.

"Three hundred thousand."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, Qi Yan was stunned, and quickly looked up.

The man struck Baiyue's robe and sat on the seat; the angular face was as delicate as the carving of heaven. The black eyes are deep and the hair is simply tied in the back of the head, simple but casual but casual. At that moment the eyes were staring at Qi Yan on the stage.

——It is Xi Zhao!

It is conceivable that Qi Yan was successfully sold to Xi Zhao. The price of 30,000 silver has not been chased, and 300,000 will not be even more...Although the old man is still a little unwilling, when he saw Xi Zhao, he darkened and retreated silently.

Qi Yan was taken to a room with various bottles and cans on the head of the bed. When he was laid down on the bed, Qi Yan was inexplicably relieved.

After lying in the room for about half an hour, the door was pushed open again. Qi Yan's eyeballs turned and saw Xi Zhaofu sleeves coming in. For a time, some tension and anticipation rose in his heart.

"Did you get the medicine?" Xi Zhao walked over, a cold voice lingering in her cold voice.

Qi Yan blinked, and it was the default.

Xi Zhao looked at him for a while, took a small white porcelain bottle from the cuff, and poured a brown pill out of it. Turned to the table, poured a glass of water, turned back, and lifted Qi Yan against his arms.

"Eat it." Put the pill into Qi Yan's mouth and give him a sip of water.

After taking the medicine, Qi Yan blinked and felt that the weight on his body was not so heavy. A slight movement of the finger also made me feel.

Let's say that the medicine of others is high efficiency.

After a while, Qi Yan could already open his mouth to speak.

"Oh, it's suffocating." Qi Yan complained: "This **** Xingchunlou, when I can move, burn it here!"

Xi Zhao, who was sitting at the table drinking tea, did not look at it, and said coldly: "Too careless."

"Me, what can I do! People came to see the girl who picked the lotus..." Qi Yan looked at Xi Zhao anxiously and said, "Did you redeem the lotus lotus?!"

Xi Zhao glanced at him for a long time before saying: "You have to use her money to redeem her."

Qi Yan: "..." Hehe da, you martial arts leader lacks that little money? !

"Forget it, when I return to the Demon Church, I will return the money to you!" Qi Yan hummed: "The most indispensable thing in our Demon Church is the silver!"

Xi Zhao put down the teacup in his hand: "Random."

"But thank you anyway, otherwise I will be given to that oily fat old man tonight..."

After shrinking, Qi Yan didn't dare to continue. After all, it was really hard to imagine.

Xi Zhao looked at him, and seemed to sigh helplessly: "Let the Demon Come to the Wulin League to ransom you."

"Oh...what?" Qi Yan glared: "Can't I wait until I return to the Demon Church? I'm not the one who owes the debt!"

"You didn't pay me the cold cake's money." Xi Zhaoliang's mouth opened Qi Yan.

Qi Yan sighed in his heart, shouting while touching his purse: "Huh, do you think I have no money! This is for you!"

Touching and touching, Qi Yan lost his breath...

His pockets were cleaned! Today, the bag of silver that Qinglong just gave him is probably greedy by this black-hearted old bustard!

Qi Yan wanted to sit up in anger, but his legs were still numb and his feet fell to the ground as soon as he fell.

Xi Zhao looked at it coldly, and did not mean to come up and help: "No money?"

Qi Yan blushed angrily: "I was taken away by the old bustard!"

"Take it away?" Xi Zhao finished asking, and his eyes were clear: "I'm afraid too."

"Wait, wait for me to move! Go to the old bustard and get the money back! Then get your 300,000 two back!"

"No need." Xi Zhao suddenly stood up, flicked his sleeves, and walked towards Qi Yan step by step: "The tea in Xingchunlou cannot be drunk."

Qi Yan looked at him unclearly. It wasn't until Xi Zhao picked him up and threw it back to the bed that Qi Yan reacted.

"Are you going to **** me?" Qi Yan exclaimed incredulously: "I, I am a man!"

When Xi Zhao heard nothing, he began to undress his clothes when Qi Yan had no energy.

"You! You let me go!" Qi Yan was anxious: "If you go on like this, I call my brother to destroy your martial arts alliance!"

"Blood evil?" Xi Zhao's voice was still cold and incomparable: "It just so happened that he should come and learn from me."

"……no, do not want!"

The clothes on the chest have been untied, revealing the looming lean chest and the scent coming from the nose.

Qi Yan held his mouth and stared at Xi Zhao. Xi Zhao looked at him, his eyes were very open.

"You really are a boy."

"..." Qi Yan opened his mouth to bite him, but he escaped.

Xi Zhao looked at him for a while and finally sighed.

"Fuck, I also recognize the man."

When the words fell, he began to explain Qi Yan's belt.