The two fought hard to separate, and Xi Zhao's sword gas had hurt Xuesha's cheek, and he made a mouthful of red blood.

Qi Yan, who didn't want to see the two injured, was even more anxious to see the situation. No matter how they played, he jumped down the tree and inserted it with internal force.

"Don't fight you two!"

Seeing that Xi Zhaohe suddenly broke into a person, he quickly restrained his internal strength and desperately stopped the sword that was about to fly out.

"Are you a fool!" Xuesha clearly saw that the person coming was Qi Yan and exclaimed angrily: "If I didn't stop just now, you are dead now!"

Qi Yan was stunned and moved unconsciously in the direction of Xi Zhao: "That's not because the two of you fought, I'm in a hurry! You see that your face is bleeding..."

"Nonsense! It's a trivial matter to be injured during the discussion, who will let you get in like this?!"

Qi Yan was downcast, Yu Guang aimed at Xi Zhao’s arm, and the cloth on his arm was also scratched. His blood was stained with red and white clothes: "Ah, you also bleed... How can you all be so desperate! You killed the other party. What are the benefits?"

"Suzaku! Go back to the Demon Church!" Xuesha said: "Don't make trouble here unreasonably!"

"Can't you say anything if you have anything!" Qi Yan tried to save: "There is no deep hatred between you, even if you kill each other, what can you do?"

Xi Zhao's indifferent eyes fell on him, and for a long time, he actually pointed his sword at Qi Yan.

"Step aside."

Qi Yan looked incredulously at the sword facing him, and the silver light reflected on the sword seemed to want to penetrate his eyes.

"You... want to kill me?" The voice trembled, and Qi Yan took a step back: "I won't let go."

Xi Zhao frowned slightly: "Give up, this matter has nothing to do with you."

The Xi Zhaohua has reached this point, which shows that no matter how much hatred he has with the Demon Church, Qi Yan will not be implicated.

A trace of happiness flashed in Xuesha's eyes. He stepped forward and pulled Qi Yan behind him.

"You go back to the Demon Church!" Xuesha shouted: "The things here have nothing to do with you, don't worry about more business!"

Qi Yan ignored the words of Xuesha, but looked straight at Xi Zhao and said, "Do you really... want to kill me?"

When he waved his sword at him, the lively heart seemed frozen by frost and could not breathe.

Even if it is false, even if it is a radical act to let himself go, Qi Yan can't accept it. The person he likes, aiming the sword at himself... This is a heartbreaking moment.

Xi Zhao seemed to escape too much.

Qi Yan felt slightly cool, but he knew that Xi Zhao's original intention was not like this. But even so, he can't leave like this, letting Xuesha and Xi Zhao fight each other.

Xuesha is his relative and brother, and Xi Zhao is the man he likes. Whoever is in trouble, the most painful is him.

Qi Yan doesn't know what to do, how can he stop it, and how can he stop it?

At this time, a blood-smearing demon cultist ran in the distance, panting, apparently already injured.

"Teacher! Qinglong Guardian was attacked by the martial artsmen, and now he was seriously injured! He fell into a coma!"

Blood stared wildly: "What?"

"Muslim Lord, the martial arts alliance has support and is a member of the court! Now there must be thousands of troops outside the mountains and forests waiting to encircle and suppress our demon!"

Qi Yan froze, looked at Xi Zhao in disbelief, and found that Xi Zhao was also frowning at this time, his eyes puzzled.

"Xizhao, you despicable villain!" Xuesha screamed angrily and raised his sword to prepare for a battle with Xizhao.

Xi Zhao took a step back and distanced himself from him: "Must not talk nonsense."

Qi Yan pulled Xuesha at the right time and said, "Brother, let's listen to what he said first!"

"Why should I listen to him explain!" Xue Sha looked at Qi Yan, his eyes full of anger: "Qinglong is still alive and dead, are you still talking to outsiders?"

Qi Yan was afraid when he thought of Qinglong. He said with red eyes, "I am also worried about Qinglong...but..."

"Then there is no "but"!" Xuesha waved Qi Yan.

Qi Yan was shuffled by the blood in his anger, stumbled to the ground by the thick roots, his palm was bruised, and bright red blood flowed out.

Taking a breath in pain, Qi Yan ignored the wound on his hand and stopped again towards the blood.

Xi Zhao shook his heart when he saw Qi Yan’s wound, and when he saw that he would continue to block it, he said to the blood: "I don’t know what happened, so I’ll do it today. I will give you another one when I find out what happened. Explain."

After talking, Xi Zhao turned to leave.

A flash in Qi Yan's mind: the army of the court... the court? Leng Dai kite!

"Brother, it's Leng Dai kite!" Qi Yan shouted: "It was she who sneaked into the Demon Church and told me that you are here to fight..."

Xi Zhao, who had not completely left, moved quickly and turned around: "Leng Dai Kite?"

"Yes, that's..."

"What about me?"

A familiar female voice suddenly came from Lin Zhong next to them, Xuesha, Qiyan, and Xizhao all looked at them together. Leng Daiyan in a hard suit was holding a long sword at the moment, and walked towards the three with a certain degree of heroism. .

Xi Zhao's eyes showed displeasure and coldness, "What does Miss Leng mean?"

Leng Daiyan sneered: "Do you not know what I mean? Xi Zhao, I am helping you."

I hate such self-righteous people. Xi Zhao frowned: "I never need your help. If Miss Leng is not planning to withdraw her troops, it will be provoking the status of my martial arts alliance. I will definitely try my best."

Leng Dai's eyes flickered, suddenly raised her head and pointed the long sword in her hand to Qi Yan.

"You are just for him, right?! What's so good about this man? He's just a man! What can you do even if you are together? Who will accept? It's not like a mouse hiding for a lifetime!"

Xi Zhaohe Xuesha stepped forward two steps at the same time, blocking Qi Yan in front.

"You're a woman so arrogant!" Xuesha's eyes traced a bit of coldness: "Do you really bully me and teach no one?"

"Cult leader Moxa..." Leng Daiyan's face rose with a slight contempt: "Although it doesn't do evil, but it really buried the reputation of the previous leader, and turned this huge devil into a merchant."

Xuesha: "You really are--"

"Do not be impulsive." Xi Zhao's voice was soft, with a trace of vigilance: "But behind her is the court."

There was a flash of light in Leng Daiyan's eyes, and the arc of the corner of her mouth highlighted her good mood.

"While the two of you are chatting, let's worry about being behind you."

Hearing her words, Qi Yan yelled badly, and hadn't had time to say anything. A sharp pain came suddenly from the back. The pain was suffocating!

It felt like the temperature in the whole body was passing, as if the blood had been sucked dry. At this moment, he had only one torso.

Qi Yan wanted to speak, but couldn't speak. He could no longer hear the sound in his ear, and he could only see the pictures of Xuesha and Xi Zhao running in panic. Then, he was taken into the arms by Xi Zhao, he was shouting something, but Qi Yan could not hear at all...

Really... it hurts.

There is no way to breathe, Qi Yan still has a lot to say, but he can't say it, so anxious...

Tears rolled down his eyes, Qi Yan looked at Xi Zhao and reached out his hand, trying to touch him, but his face seemed to be the moon in the sky, Qi Yan had no strength to reach...

——What should I do, there are so many things I want to say...

Xi Zhao held him tightly in his arms, took his hand, and said something to him...

He couldn't feel it.

I don't know... what it feels like in the arms of someone I like.

A tear fell from Xi Zhao's eyes and fell on his face...

What should that feel like? It's cold...

[Male host’s favorability to Qi Yan +10, current favorability: 100]

[Is the host out of the world? ]

Qi Yan felt he was numb...

Is this dying?

"System, am I going to die..."

Qi Yan asked in his heart.

[If the host leaves the world, it will not die. ]

"What if I stay?"

There is still a lot to say.

[Things are artificial. ]

This sentence is very meaningful.

For a long time, Qi Yan's eyes turned black, and he couldn't see Xi Zhaohe's face.

"I want to stay... even if it's dead."

[Do you leave the world immediately? ]

--no.