"No, you are missing one of the most important things." Leng Daiyan looked at Xi Zhao confidently: "This martial arts league lacks a hostess who can take care of your internal affairs."

Xi Zhao's expression was still indifferent, but there was a trace of surprise in his eyes: "...What are you talking about?"

"You don't have a wife, are you." Leng Daiyan smiled: "What do you think of me?"

Qi Yan was about to explode in the back. Never seen such a brazen person! ! !

"You don't want to promise her?!" Qi Yan came to Xi Zhao, holding his face and letting him look at himself: "Look at me, look at me! Don't be fooled by this strange woman! She must be A spy from Miaojiang! A witch who knows Witchcraft!"

Xi Zhao looked at Qi Yan, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his face remained indifferent: "Let down."

Qi Yan hurriedly dropped his hand and turned to see Leng Daiyan looking at herself like a dead thing.

"You look at me like this!" Qi Yan doesn't like her gaze very much, she is arrogant and ruthless. In her eyes, as long as it is something that she cannot see, it is useless, regardless of whether the other party is a life or what.

"I care about me? Your eyes grow on me." Leng Daiyan is notoriously unreasonable and pulls out the thirds, and justifies them.

Qi Yan took a few deep breaths, and had no words to continue arguing with Leng Daiyan, and for a while his head was dazed.

What is the feeling of being shivered by unreasonable popularity? Qi Yan has never experienced it, but he successfully interpreted the language gap between ancient and modern people.

Xi Zhao frowned, and he came over, took Qi Yan's wrist, and led him behind him.

"Mo Yao has to say it again." Xi Zhao looked at Leng Daiyin, and his expression looked like a guest: "I still have things. Please help yourself, girl."

After he finished speaking, he took Qi Yan out of the main hall without looking back, ignoring Leng Daiyan's fierce eyes.

Coming to the courtyard of Qi Yan's chamber, Qi Yan shook off Xi Zhao's hand and sat on the stone bench angrily.

"Okay." Xi Zhao looked at his back for a long while: "Do not be angry."

"How can I not be angry?" Qi Yan turned her head, tears in her eyes: "That woman's words are really ironic!"

"I'll send someone to check on her." Xi Zhao thought about it and said to Qi Yan suddenly.

Qi Yan puzzled: "Check her? What do you check her? Really want to accept her as the hostess of this martial art league?"

"Naturally not." Xi Zhao sat next to him: "She could find out the details of the two of us, which shows that she is not as simple as looking at it on the surface." Maybe behind her, they would not be able to bother them People sit in town.

Qi Yan was silent for a while, sniffed his nose, and held back the tears that had not been left.

"You let me go back to the Demon Church...I won't do anything here, even in the Demon Church." Qi Yan's business is light: "But in the Demon Church, I won't be wronged...maybe a man It’s really disgusting to be so arrogant, but they don’t feel that way in the Demon Church."

"You're fine, I like to play with you, but the demon is my home."

"I'm not very strong, I'm weak. If you want to kill me, you can easily take my life from the knife to the knife."

"My brother and brother protected me very well. It's a little bit different from a man. It's like a woman in a deep boudoir."

"Maybe it's really my own problem..."

Qi Yan lowered his head, his voice became deeper and deeper, and he even had some sobbing.

This kind of Qi Yan has never been seen by Xi Zhao. In his impression, Qi Yan is the arrogant and arrogant but extremely interesting man, like a child who is spoiled, without a bad heart, not like a demon people.

Perhaps it was because his own obsession was too large, causing him to forget Qi Yan's original character.

It turned out that this was Qi Yan.

I don't know how long it took, Xi Zhao stood up and stood down.

"If this is what you think, then go back tomorrow."

When the words fell, Qi Yan raised his head suddenly and stared at Xi Zhao incredulously: "You, what you said is true?"

"...Naturally." Xi Zhao paused and said, "This is your only chance."

Qi Yan nodded, but there was no hint of happiness in his heart. Instead, it was empty and desolate.

Xi Zhao left the courtyard and never entered here again.

Qi Yan didn't know what kind of mood he was, and he was sleepless all night. On the second day, Qi Yan left the Wulin League with a poor mental state.

He finally left the Wulin League.

Qi Yan left a letter to Xi Zhao, wondering if he would see...maybe thrown away by the maidservant, and could not be seen in this life.

There was something Qi Yan wanted to say, what he wanted to express to Xi Zhao.

After leaving the Wulin League, Qi Yan walked on the streets of Bianguan City and walked towards the city gate.

There should be no place for him here. Now, I can only go back to the Demon Church...

Passing by the cold cake stand again, this time it was a farm woman who sold cold cakes, not beautiful but simple. When he looked at him, she smiled politely.

It was just a smile, not the same as when it came.

Qi Yan looked lonely. At noon, he bought a horse and left Bianguancheng forever.

Back at the Demon Church, Qinglong and others were shocked at Qi Yan who suddenly returned and looked blank.

"You, why did you come back suddenly?!" Xuanwu rushed up and circled around him: "Are you all right, brother?"

"Oh..." Qi Yan responded silly, and continued to walk inside.

"You..." Xuanwu glared: "Why would it be okay? Then Xi Zhao tortured you? Brother, let me avenge you!"

"...No." Qi Yan's eyes were red, "Don't mess around."

For the first time, Xuanwu saw Qi Yan's red eyes. This brother, whom they all spoiled in his palm, was crying by others? !

"I'm going to fight him to death!"

With that said, Xuanwu was about to raise a spear.

Qinglong stopped him in time, turned to look at Qi Yan, and looked slightly: "You and me."

Qi Yan nodded and was patted on the shoulder by the white tiger, followed by Qinglong, and entered the study room of Xuesha.

Xuesha squeezed his eyebrows in the room, and when Qi Yan came in, he said softly, "I'm back?"

Qi Yan looked at Xuesha, and suddenly felt very cordial: "Brother..." While calling, tears flowed down.

The blood was awkward, and he quickly stood up and walked over, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped his tears for him: "If you cry, if you are really wronged, it won't be better to discuss it next time."

"It's not wronged." Qi Yan cried miserably: "I, I seem..."

"What?" Xuesha didn't hear clearly.

"I seem to like Xi Zhao."

...

Qinglong and Xuesha's eyes widened at the same time, and they looked at Qi Yan, who was crying in disbelief, in disbelief.

--Love? !