Qi Yan never thought that Xi Zhao had such a plan. After all, in Qi Yan's words, Xi Zhao was... Menma Zao.

Oh no, no, now it seems that Menma Zao is not either.

His underwear was taken off, Qi Yan's cheeks flushed, and he hid in the depths of the bed, but was grabbed by the ankle and pulled back.

"Hey, Xi Zhao you--" Qi Yan's eyes were full of tears. His jade-like smooth skin was touched by Xi Zhao, and his little brother was gradually raising his head.

"Let me go quickly, I, I have to react..." Qi Yan's voice was choked with sobs, and the clear voice was particularly pleasant, making people want to bully him.

Xi Zhao's eyes dimmed, and he ignored Qi Yan. He held Qi Yan's arms with one hand, and stroked his slightly raised little brother with the other hand, stroking and stroking it gently.

"Well..." Qi Yan's eyes were filled with tears: "You, you, a man actually..."

Xi Zhao said nothing, as if he was deaf and dumb, doing the embarrassing thing without changing his expression.

Gradually, Qi Yan was no longer so resistant, because waves of heat swept through his body, which was extremely comfortable. Every part of his skin that was pressed could feel an unprecedented feeling. With sweat dripping down his face, Qi Yan looked at Xi Zhao's cold expression with misty eyes and flushed cheeks, forming a clear contrast between the two.

After a moment, Qi Yan's hoarse voice with a hint of tenderness rang out slowly: "Faster, faster, it's coming..."

Xi Zhao secretly raised his eyebrows, and his pale and cold eyes like ice and snow fell on Qi Yan's face that was captured by Gu Qianwang, and the speed of his hands increased. Qi

Yan's appearance was not only handsome, but also coquettish. The thin red gauze shirt was opened, revealing the body and private parts inside; the red fruit stood upright in the air, the seductive look grew, and the slightly squinting look was particularly attractive.

"Ah——" Finally, with a scream, a little white liquid scattered on Xi Zhao's hands and Qi Yan's abdomen.

It was like sitting on a light boat floating on the sea, slowly and swaying. Panting softly, Qi Yan looked at the carved wooden bed beams with tears in his eyes, immersed in the climax for a long time.

Xi Zhao wiped his hands with a handkerchief, then sat beside the bed, quietly watching Qi Yan lying on his back gasping for breath.

After a moment, he said lightly: "Is it okay?"

Qi Yan glanced at him, snorted lightly, and ignored him.

Since he practiced the art of charm, his self-control ability is not very bad, it is impossible for him to react because of Xi Zhao's two touches... Obviously, in addition to being fed with a drug that makes him weak, he was also fed with some unspeakable drugs.

Xi Zhao's words "Don't drink the tea in Xingchunlou carelessly" should be telling him: You have been drugged.

Qi Yan, who realized it late, stared at the bed beam, and after a long time he said awkwardly: "Thank you this time." As soon as

he finished speaking, his eyes were suddenly covered by a big quilt. Before Qi Yan could say anything, he felt himself wrapped in the quilt and picked up in the air,

"Hey! What are you going to do now?"

"Go back home." Xi Zhao had long had enough of the pervasive atmosphere in Xingchun Tower: "Don't you want to stay here?"

"You..." Qi Yan blushed under the quilt: "If you send me back to the Demon Cult, I won't go back home with you!"

It was so embarrassing to be taken back home after doing that, and would he be considered too costly...

But what a ridiculous scene it would be to let a martial arts leader send the guardian of the Demon Cult back to the Demon Cult! Xi Zhao did not say anything and ignored Qi Yan's words. He just carried the person and returned to the Wulin Alliance under everyone's attention.

It was said that Cai He was redeemed by a man who had always admired her. Although she could not be the wife of the main wife, because she was a virgin and the man doted on her, she became the most favored wife of the side room.

Qi Yan was carried back to his own room by Xi Zhao and lay on the bed. When he saw that there was no sound outside for a long time, he lifted a corner of the quilt and looked at the situation outside.

Opposite the bed in the outer room was a desk. At this moment, Xi Zhao was sitting behind the desk, writing something on rice paper.

Qi Yan wanted to push out the quilt, but his clothes were in disarray and he didn't even have underwear, so he had to shrink it back.

"What are you writing? Are you sending a pigeon message to ask my brother to pick me up?"

"No." Xi Zhao raised his eyes and saw that person was curled up in the quilt, revealing only a small head, with slightly messy hair, and looking in his direction with thin lips slightly opened, a bit like a little mouse seeking food. Xi

Zhao denied it, and Qi Yan was a little anxious: "Then why don't you ask my brother to pick me up?"

"How can I, the leader of the alliance, send a pigeon message to someone from the Demon Sect." Xi Zhao's voice was extremely light, and he leisurely touched the ink and picked up the pen, continuing to write on the paper.

Qi Yan thought for a while and said, "Find me a set of clothes, I'll do it myself."

"I don't have any clothes." Xi Zhao answered without raising his head.

Qi Yan finally realized that Xi Zhao was too lazy to take care of himself! He didn't want the people from the Demon Sect to come to him!

What's going on? Does it mean that the favorability is high enough for the imprisonment play?

After thinking carefully for a while, Qi Yan felt that this should be impossible. It can only be said that Xi Zhao has other purposes. Maybe it's not because of himself at all, but for other things and just for him...

Thinking of this, Qi Yan began to get anxious: "Hurry up and find me some clothes! Can't I give you money?"

Xi Zhao said coldly: "If you had money, you wouldn't be here."

"I, wasn't I framed by the madam of Xingchunlou!" Qi Yan felt a little aggrieved: "If you lock me up like this, it will definitely cause controversy. It's not a good thing for both you and me!"

"I don't care."

"You..."

You don't care, but I do care!

Curled up in the quilt, Qi Yan became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it, but he had no way to vent. His body was still soft and he could move, but it was a bit strenuous for him to walk, let alone expect him to get up and fight Xi Zhao for hundreds of rounds.

As he was thinking, Qi Yan fell asleep, and slept very peacefully in this small quilt.

Here, Xi Zhao finished writing the letter and raised his head to see Qi Yan's little head exposed, sleeping soundly, with beads of sweat on his head, and a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, looking very quiet.

At this moment, he was much cuter than when he was making a fuss.

Staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Xizhao narrowed his eyes, picked up the letter he had just written, read it for a while, and then slowly put it into the envelope prepared beside him.

——Maybe the Demonic Cult is not as bad as he imagined, but the Demonic Cult is the Demonic Cult.

After twisting the envelope, Xizhao said coldly: "Pass it to Mr. Fu."

Suddenly, a figure appeared from nowhere, respectfully took the envelope, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It was as if nothing had happened. Xi Zhao picked up the pen again and wrote a big word on the rice paper

- quiet.