The man looked at him holding his arms, and remained silent.

"Husband, I'm hungry after walking for so long, so I ate a piece of cold cake. Please give me the silver." After saying that, Qi Yan looked at the man and blinked, with another layer of deep meaning.

Seeing that the man did not move for a long time, and meeting the young man's puzzled eyes, Qi Yan's hand hidden under the man's thick sleeves pinched his waist fiercely.

"Husband~Give me money!"

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

The young man took the silver, was stunned for a long time, and then took the silver and said to the man: "I'll change it for you..."

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

Ignoring the young man's shouts, Qi Yan forcefully pulled the man into a quiet alley and let go of his arm.

"Ahem!" Qi Yan coughed lightly, raised his orchid finger, and faced the sharp man: "Thank you for what I did just now. I don't have any money. I will pay you back when my brother brings the money."

The man's indifferent eyes fell on his face, and after a long time he slowly said: "No need."

The man's voice was low and magnetic, like a spring flowing out of his mouth.

"Hey, I'm not the one who owes money~." Qi Yan squinted his eyes as if he was proud: "What's your name? Where is the mansion?"

The man still looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.

"Is it inconvenient to tell?" Qi Yan frowned as if he was disgusted: "Tsk, then tell me, where is the residence of the Wulin leader?"

Finally, the man's eyes flashed, and he looked at Qi Yan seriously: "Why are you looking for the Wulin leader?"

Qi Yan moved his waist, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a charming gesture: "Of course I am going to seduce him."

The man's eyes were a little strange, and he glanced at Qi Yan up and down, and said: "You go?"

"Why?" Qi Yan was unhappy when he heard his tone: "Isn't it possible for me? I am also as delicate as water, weak and boneless."

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

"What's wrong with the man!" Qi Yan felt that what this stupid wooden man said was increasingly out of character with his thoughts, so he waved his hands impatiently and said, "Just tell me where the residence of the leader of the martial arts world is!"

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and after looking at Qi Yan with interest for a long time, he turned and left without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, the man turned and left. Qi Yan was stunned for a long time before he remembered to chase him, but when he left the alley, the man had already disappeared.

He stomped his feet in anger, and facing the gazes of the people around him, Qi Yan pursed his lips and turned away for a long time.

That night, the night sky was as black as ink, and the moon was bright; dots of stars dotted the night sky, like natural candlelight, covering the earth with a layer of hazy light. A hazy and gentle light.

Suddenly, a red figure passed over the house, with light steps and great martial arts skills. After a few rises and falls on tiptoe, Qi Yan landed steadily in the main hall of a mansion. There was no candlelight in the house, probably the owner had fallen asleep.

That idiot, did he think that he couldn't ask about the residence of the leader of the martial arts world without telling him!

With a smug smile on his face, Qi Yan narrowed his eyes and gently smoothed his hair that was slightly messed up by the wind. He

landed lightly in front of the main hall door, and Qi Yan vigilantly scanned the area. Not finding any other hidden dangers, he quickly removed the door lock, gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was dark, with only the moonlight shining in, allowing Qi Yan to see the surroundings clearly: the ordinary outer room was furnished with tables and chairs, carved with mahogany; there were two or three jade pieces on the shelves, none of which were expensive, and not many, and it was obvious that the owner of the room was not interested in these things; stepping into the white archway, facing the inner room was the bed with the curtains drawn.

Behind the gauze curtain, one could vaguely see a figure with steady breathing and rising and falling chest.

Qi Yan tiptoed in, and when he came to the curtain, he felt a moment of surprise.

Is this martial arts leader a fool? And he was said to have unparalleled martial arts skills! I have walked into the room, and he could be killed at any moment, but he didn't react at all...

It's a miracle that Xi Zhao can survive until now.

He stretched out his slender arm and gently lifted a corner of the curtain. Before Qi Yan could see the person inside clearly, his hand was suddenly grasped by another strong hand. The other party pulled hard, and before Qi Yan could get scared, he was pulled into the curtain and fell on someone.

"Oh..."

Qi Yan cried out in pain as his waist and abdomen hit the man's slightly bent knees.

"It's really here." The man's voice sounded familiar, indifferent, and full of clear and pleasant magnetism like a zither.

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

——It was the wooden man who was taken advantage of by him today! !

"Oh! It's you!" Qi Yan shouted, "What are you doing here! Humph, you're not asking me for money, are you?"

He said he didn't need to pay me back, but he was still waiting here... Wait! This is the martial arts leader's room! Why is this man here? Could it be...

As if he figured something out, Qi Yan's eyes widened and he looked at the man in disbelief: "Are you Xi Zhao?!"

The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and his hand that was holding his wrist like an iron clamp did not loosen at all.

Qi Yan felt sorry for his slender wrist, twisted it, and shouted, "Quickly loosen it! It hurts so much!"

"What are you going to do?" The man's low voice rang again.

"Why do you care what I do!" Qi Yan was anxious. He struggled several times but failed to break free. He simply kicked his legs, climbed onto the bed, sat on Xi Zhao's legs and argued with him: "What does it mean to hold someone's hand like this?"

After looking at him coldly for a long time, Xi Zhao slowly loosened his hand.

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

"Oh, you've squeezed my hand red..." Qi Yan suddenly cried: "My brother and sister have never treated me like this."

Xi Zhao was stunned for a moment and looked at him without saying a word.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Qi Yan raised his head and stared at Xi Zhao hatefully: "You compensate me!"

Xi Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Compensate for what?"

"You have to compensate me if I don't care!" Qi Yan couldn't say what to compensate, so he just started to act like a scapegoat. He rolled into the bed, lay on his arms and began to cry.

"Wu... My wrist hurts, you bad boy, I'll ask my brother to beat you up..."

Xi Zhao's cold face finally cracked. He looked at Qi Yan blankly, and after a long time, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Don't cry."

"Wuwuwu, you pinched me and didn't let me cry!" Qi Yan cried even harder: "My life is so miserable!"

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

Qi Yan sobbed twice, raised his head, and looked at him with tears in his eyes.

"Let someone [se] seduce you."