The soft and cold touch spread on the lips, and Qi Yan's eyes glowed with water, reflecting the handsome face of Xi Zhao.

Gently twisting, Xi Zhao fixed Qi Yan's back of the head, kissed and pecked softly, without any love valley owing color.

——Why was he kissed, obviously two men?

With a little tear in her eyes, Qi Yan shook hands and pushed Xi Zhao away.

"Why kiss me..." Qi Yan's eyes were full of loneliness: "Aren't you and I all men."

Xi Zhao lowered his eyes, and by the soft light of the moonlight, he looked at Qi Yan's incomparable loss, and said lightly, "How is it."

"How can men and men be accepted by the world..." Qi Yan continued to complain: "My brother said, let me give up..."

"What to give up?"

"..." Let me give up my feelings for you, let me not like you, care about you...

Qi Yan raised his eyes, looked at Xi Zhao's indifferent expression, opened his mouth, and finally did not say what he wanted to say.

-Maybe he doesn’t care. Since I don't care, what's the point of saying it myself... In fact, I am the only one who is troubled.

"Don't treat me like this." Qi Yan lifted the quilt and struck the ground: "This will only make me more and more troubled."

Xi Zhao's eyes were still indifferent, looking at Qi Yan's sadness and loneliness, he stretched out his hand and pressed him back to bed.

"You're drunk, I wouldn't listen to what I said today."

Covering the horns for him, Xi Zhao turned around, and the maidservant happened to bring a sober soup. Xi Zhao took the soup bowl and spoon, scooped a spoon lightly, blew it, and fed it to Qi Yan's mouth: "Drinking the soup, the head will not hurt."

Qi Yan froze open his mouth and drank the sobering soup.

Qi Yan couldn't taste the taste of the sobering soup, and his whole heart fell on such a gentle Xi Zhao, unable to extricate himself.

Even if it is dream and illusion, let him be immersed in this moment forever, and he can't wake up.

"Are you real..." Qi Yan asked suddenly, his voice husky: "Can I touch you?"

Xi Zhao knew that he was drunk and didn't know what his mind was thinking... but such a request made him unable to refuse, and he was even more distressed.

Holding his hand outside the quilt, Xi Zhao sighed softly: "Feel it?"

The next second, tears in the corners of Qi Yan's eyes slid down his cheeks: "Is it true..."

"What are you crying for?" Xi Zhao reached out and wiped his tears. "If I were here, would it still be fake?"

Qi Yan held his other hand tightly, not loose. Xi Zhao was helpless and stayed with him like this until he slowly fell asleep, his breathing uniformly rolled up and down like a child.

Xi Zhao looked at his cheeks, a flash of complexity and tangle flashed in his eyes. For the first time, I was wondering whether to be an enemy of the Demon Church.

The **** revenge has not yet been reported, how can he be worthy of his parents under Jiuquan? The former leader was cold-hearted and murderous, and blood-washed his western house for the lost cheats! How can such a great hatred not be reported?

Withdrawing Qi Yan's gripped hand, Xi Zhao sighed, squeezing his brow, his forehead swelled.

Early the next morning, Qi Yan opened his eyes dizzy, and had a headache. He sat up frowning. Qi Yan looked at this familiar and unfamiliar place.

After a while, when Xi Yan could see clearly where this was, Xi Zhao had already pushed in.

"Awakened?" Suddenly, there was a cold word, and Qi Yan looked at it quickly.

Looking at Xi Zhao, Qi Yan pursed her lips: "Well... how come I am here?"

"You were drunk last night." Xi Zhao swung his sleeves and sat on the wooden chair: "Hurry up and come over for breakfast."

When the words fell, a row of maidservants walked in outside the door, holding breakfast in his hand, neatly placed on the table, and then silently retreated.

The maidservants of the Wulin League seem to be like this. They do not want to talk, but just do things in silence. Quietly, Qi Yan mistakenly believed that there were no maidservants in the martial arts league.

After wearing clothes and washing, Qi Yan sat next to Xi Zhao, facing the table full of food, but did not move.

He was originally sitting in this position, it seems that he has not changed.

Xi Zhao picked up the chopsticks and added a piece of almond cake to his plate.

Qi Yan looked at the delicious almond cake without any appetite.

"Why don't you eat?" Xi Zhao's cold voice sounded.

Qi Yan pursed her lips: "Last night, thank you.

Xi Zhao put down his chopsticks and looked at him, as if waiting for his words.

A little bit met his gaze, Qi Yan quickly looked away: "It must have caused you a lot of trouble."

"It's a lot of trouble."

Qi Yan blushed and looked embarrassed: "Then, that's impossible. I was drunk last night and I don't remember anything..."

"Ok."

"...What are you so calm about!"

"How do you want me?"

Qi Yan shouted loudly, seeming to cover up his embarrassment; "what do I do, how come you are here!"

Xi Zhao picked up the chopsticks again and ate it: "Random."

Qi Yan lowered his head, picked up chopsticks and used breakfast.

The daylight was not bright, and a touch of softness was set off by the white clouds. Blue sky, even if standing under the sun, will not feel dazzling and panic.

After having breakfast, Qi Yan thought about finding a reason to leave...After all, although he was sulking last night to drink, but what happened after he got drunk was really unimpressive!

Looking at Xi Zhao's breezy look, Qi Yan was sure in his heart what he did that made him laugh!

Rather than staying here in embarrassment and embarrassment, it is better to leave first, wait for time, and come back to express your heart.

"Do you want to go?"

There is a hint of strangeness in Xi Zhao's tone of Qi Yan's resignation.

Qi Yan was also extremely uncomfortable with this, saying, "I'm leaving, isn't it normal?"

"Well, it is normal." Xi Zhao nodded, picked up the pen, and continued to do his own thing.

Qi Yan stood in the same place for a long while, which was even more embarrassing.

——So you agree or not! What to write, please take a look at Lao Tzu!

"It looks like you are busy, I will say goodbye first..."

"Slow down." Xi Zhao suddenly stopped him and took out a good envelope from under the desk: "Give this to Xuesha."

Qi Yan was stunned and puzzled: "You wrote a letter to Xuesha?"

"Just give it to him." Xi Zhao put the letter on the desk case, and didn't mean to go on.

Qi Yan was silent for a long while, picked up the envelope, and left the study.

——The leader of the martial arts has written a letter to the demon priest, and has the demon protector brought back to the demon priest... Is the world now so peaceful?

On the way back to the Demon Sect, Qi Yan thought silently.

However, since it was requested by Xi Zhao, he would help it.