When Qi Yan opened his eyes again, it was already night. He sat up in a daze, pushed the quilt aside, and prepared to get up at night, but when he stepped out of bed, he was tripped by the person next to him.

"Oh..." Qi Yan cried out: "Whose dead person is blocking someone's bed..."

Qi Yan muttered, rubbed his eyes to clear his mind, and took a closer look, it was Xi Zhao who was sleeping soundly.

"By the way, I'm still in your room..." Staring at him resentfully, Qi Yan muttered: "It would be great if I could ask my brother to pick me up, but I have to squeeze into the same bed with others. It's not comfortable to sleep, hum."

Turning around and taking two steps, Qi Yan was stunned. He looked at his naked body covered with only a gauze, screamed, and quickly got back into the quilt.

He was so sleepy that he forgot that he had nothing to cover himself with. He just went downstairs to take a walk with the birds!

Xi Zhao was awakened by the scream. He opened his eyes and looked at Qi Yan with an unhappy expression.

"Sleep."

"It's all your fault..." Qi Yan pouted aggrievedly: "If you had found me some clothes, I wouldn't--" "

What if I wouldn't?" Xi Zhao was not used to him. He stretched out his hand and pulled down the curtain on the bed, and threw it on Qi Yan casually: "Cover yourself up, and get up for the night."

Qi Yan shrank, walked around the warm white cloth curtain, stepped over Xi Zhao, and went downstairs to get up for the night.

After a while, Qi Yan came back and found that Xi Zhao was not asleep anymore. Instead, he found a book from somewhere, lit a candle beside the bed, and was reading quietly. Not knowing what he was working so hard for, Qi Yan did not dare to disturb him. He silently walked around Xi Zhao, crawled back to his place in the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and prepared to continue sleeping.

The current relationship between Qi Yan and Xi Zhao was a little strange and unpredictable, and made the two of them deeply confused.

Because of the dim candlelight and flickering lights, Qi Yan could not sleep. He lay there for a long time, turned around, and said to Xi Zhao, "Why don't you let me go back to the Demon Sect? I'm not the kind of person who repays kindness with enmity. Are you afraid that I will go back and bite you back?"

"Why did you come to my Wulin Alliance?" Xi Zhao did not even give Qi Yan a look, and his voice was as silent as the night sky.

Qi Yan thought for a moment and said truthfully: "You spread bad things about my Demon Cult, I'm here to let you clarify the rumors."

"When did I spread bad things about the Demon Cult?" Xi Zhao said in the same voice.

"You still don't admit it?" Qi Yan glared at him: "Those who said that my Demon Cult did a lot of evil and supported you, Xi Zhao, to sit on the position of the leader of the martial arts world are all your subordinates!"

Xi Zhao tilted his head, glanced at him indifferently, and then flicked his hand, and the candlelight went out in an instant.

Qi Yan stared at this man who covered himself with the quilt and went to sleep as if he was too lazy to argue with him, and was extremely confused for a moment.

——What's going on? Why does it feel like a wife wants to help her parents' family, and when she discusses it with her husband, her husband is not happy?

With a sigh, Qi Yan stretched out his hand and pretended to hammer Xi Zhao a few times in the air, then he snorted and retracted his hand, closed his eyes, and went to sleep!

He had a good night's sleep, and his dream was filled with mist, as beautiful as a fairyland. Walking in the mist, he couldn't see any scenery, but only felt drifting. He couldn't have strange dreams, and it was still very helpful for sleep.

It seemed that because he got up in the middle of the night, Qi Yan didn't wake up very early the next day. When Xi Zhao was already dressed and washed, Qi Yan opened his eyes drowsily, looking at the clean and neat Xi Zhao, he was a little dazed.

Seeing that he had woken up, Xi Zhao picked up a long white robe and threw it over to him

: "Put it on." Qi Yan smacked his lips, picked up the clothes and looked at them, then threw them aside in disgust: "I want to wear the red one." Xi Zhao's cold eyes fell on his face: "If you don't wear it, you won't have it. " "Well..." Qi Yan shrank, and spinelessly took back the crescent-white robe. Under Xi Zhao's gaze, he got down to the ground: "There's no maid to help me dress?" "Do it yourself." Xi Zhao said. Qi Yan took a deep breath, accepted his fate, and started to put on his underwear. About a quarter of an hour later, Qi Yan was dressed neatly, but he had a new trouble. Sitting in front of the dressing table, Qi Yan looked at his messy long hair, with a tearful face, and turned to look at Xi Zhao. "Call a maid to tie my hair for me." Xi Zhao, holding a scroll in his hand, looked up at him and said, "I don't have a maid." "...You, the leader of the martial arts world, don't have a maid?!" Qi Yan didn't believe it: "Did you hide the maid?" "Why would I hide a maid?" Xi Zhao really didn't understand his train of thought. He stood up with a sigh, came behind Qi Yan, and straightened his head: "I'll tie your hair for you." "...You actually know how to tie your hair?!" Qi Yan stared at Xi Zhao in the round mirror, but didn't get any response from him. As the leader of the martial arts world, he didn't have a maid and did everything himself. Qi Yan really didn't understand what kind of person Xi Zhao was. The long, soft hair was tied into a ponytail by the hair crown, which made Qi Yan look particularly heroic. Looking at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, Qi Yan began to reach out and rummage through the boxes and cabinets. Xi Zhao frowned: "What are you looking for?" "Jade skin rouge." Qi Yan answered confidently. Although he didn't know what 'Jade skin rouge' was, he knew it was something only women had. Xi Zhao said, "Where is the jade skin rouge." Qi Yan paused in his search and sighed. "Alas, you really don't know how to take care of your skin." Qi Yan touched his cheeks: "I haven't applied jade skin rouge on my little face for two days. I don't know if it will affect the touch." Xi Zhao didn't say anything to him, just flicked his sleeves, went to the outer room, sat on the round stool, and started to have breakfast. "Hey, breakfast is here!" Qi Yan came over, sat next to Xi Zhao, picked up a piece of steamed cake with chopsticks and took a bite: "Well, it tastes good, but it's far worse than the crystal cake of the Demon Cult~." Xi Zhao filled a bowl of porridge, chewed slowly, and said nothing; on the other hand, Qi Yan kept talking. "You said you don't have a maid, but who served breakfast just now? Humph, liar~." "The chef of your Wulin League is not bad. How about letting me take him to the Demon Cult for a few days and letting him teach our chef how to make this steamed cake?" "Don't be silent, why are you so stingy. Let me take the chef back, and I'll let my brother come to learn from you." ... Xi Zhao perfectly interpreted what it means to be silent while eating and silent while sleeping, and Qi Yan perfectly interpreted what it means to be a chatterbox. Just as the two were eating enthusiastically, an urgent voice suddenly came from outside.

"Alliance leader! The guardian of the Demon Cult, Xuanwu, has led people to kill in the Wulin Alliance!"

After saying this, Xi Zhao paused holding the chopsticks, and Qi Yan also looked confused.

His cold eyes quickly swept towards Qi Yan, and Xi Zhao grabbed his wrist, and he pressed harder and harder: "When did you send the message?"

Qi Yan felt pain, and his mind was in a mess. After thinking for a long time, he murmured: "Before I was arrested and taken to Xingchunlou..."

- Could it be that signal bullet that asked for money! ?