After Qi Yan finished speaking, Xi Zhao looked at him with an especially strange look, even a hint of mockery.

Qi Yan shrank back and glared at him, as if explaining but also angry: "Why are you looking at me like that? I told the Demon Cult to send me silver, and I want to redeem Miss Caihe from Xingchun Tower!"

Xi Zhao snorted coldly, obviously not believing Qi Yan. Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, he looked at the guard who came to report: "What is the situation now?"

"Xuanwu specifically asked you..." The guard glanced at Qi Yan: "Return his brother to him."

Xi Zhao's face sank with uncertainty, and he snorted coldly: "Come with me to take a look." After a pause, he said again: "Send someone to watch here, and don't allow anyone to go out!"

This "anyone" refers to Qi Yan.

"My brother is here to look for me, but you still want to lock me up?" Qi Yan stood up and shouted at Xi Zhao's back: "You, you are trying to provoke a war between the Wulin Alliance and the Demon Cult!"

"Hey! Xi Zhao! Stop right there! I'm going to fight you!"

...

Xi Zhao left without looking back. The guards who were transferred from nowhere surrounded the place tightly. Even if Qi Yan had great skills, he couldn't escape from this airtight guard. He

smashed things in the house angrily. Qi Yan smashed the few porcelain pieces in Xi Zhao's room. After smashing them, he was still not satisfied. He thought for a while, sat at the table and started to eat in silence.

After eating the plate with five steamed cakes, Qi Yan picked up the plate angrily and threw it hard towards the door. The plate hit the ground with a crisp sound and broke into pieces.

It seemed that two people outside the door were whispering something, and then one person left and the other stayed here. Qi Yan took a look, rolled his eyes, and began to serve porridge, one bowl after another.

Gradually, the bowl of porridge was empty. Qi Yan swallowed the last mouthful of shrimp porridge with a slightly fresh taste, raised the bowl, and threw it out with a snap. There

was still no movement outside. Qi Yan took a few deep breaths, stood up and walked around twice, sat back down, picked up the plate of cakes, and stuffed them into his mouth piece by piece...

Yes, for foodies, plates can be thrown. Food cannot be thrown away.

Qi Yan stuffed his mouth full, chewed it, and swallowed it. He picked up the teapot beside him and poured the tea into his stomach through the spout. Now, the plate and the teapot were empty, and the four small teacups were useless. Qi Yan didn't plan to keep them for Xi Zhao, and angrily threw them all at the door, making crackling sounds.

The people outside seemed to let him do whatever he wanted, and there was no movement. It was like a punch on cotton, and Qi Yan became even angrier.

- Can't you just sit down and have a fight... Bah! Talk!

After an unknown amount of time, when Qi Yan had nothing to throw and was leaning there drowsy, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Qi Yan opened his eyes with a start and quickly looked towards the door.

Xi Zhao looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground with a gloomy expression, stepped on them, and walked towards Qi Yan.

Being attracted by his aura, Qi Yan said with a lack of confidence: "Why are you looking at me like this? If you hadn't locked me up, I wouldn't have thrown things!"

"So naughty!" Xi Zhao shouted softly, walked up and grabbed Qi Yan's wrist.

The place that had just been pinched red this morning had not yet recovered, and it was pinched again. Qi Yan cried out in pain; "It hurts!"

Hearing his cry, Xi Zhao eased his strength, but did not let go, but pulled him out.

"Where are you taking me? Humph! Are you going to take it out on me because you lost to my brother?!"

Xi Zhao snorted coldly: "You are so stubborn, so go to jail and reflect on yourself."

Qi Yan's eyes widened when he heard it: "Prison?!"

This Xi Zhao is too ruthless! After all, we slept together for one night... Although we didn't do anything, at least we slept in the same bed. And when we were in Xingchunlou, he helped me do that kind of thing, so why is he in jail now?

"Xi Zhao, let me go! I won't go to jail!"

"It's not up

to you!" "You, how can you do this to me! Although I am a man, I am as delicate as a woman, how can you treat me like this?"

Qi Yan endured the pain, pulled his hands out of Xi Zhao's tight grip, hugged them to his chest, and rubbed them with a pout.

Xi Zhao turned his head, hugged his chest and looked at him: "Were you weak when you threw the plate?"

"I, I was just angry..." Qi Yan said: "If you hadn't stopped me from going to find my brother, how could I be so angry? In the end, it's all your fault, you cold-faced weirdo!"

Xi Zhao looked at him, his tone was turbulent: "It's still my fault?"

"If it's not your fault, whose fault is it?" Qi Yan said, pursed his lips, and said: "Where's my brother?"

"He went back to the Demon Sect." Xi Zhao told the truth.

Qi Yan's eyes widened in confusion: "Going back? This damn Xuanwu, just ignore me like this?!"

"He went back to get the banknotes." Xi Zhao raised his eyebrows, and an indescribable dark light flashed in his eyes: "Three million taels to redeem you."

Hearing 'three million taels', Qi Yan's eyes widened even more: "Three million taels?! How can I be worth so much silver?"

"Hehe, you and Xuanwu are really brothers." Xi Zhao suddenly chuckled, and then fell silent, as if he had never laughed at all.

Qi Yan didn't understand the meaning of his words at first, but later he understood...

It must be that Xuanwu who said that he was not worth three million taels of silver! !

Thinking resentfully that he would settle the score with Xuanwu when he returned, Qi Yan raised his head, his eyes were full of weirdness, and he looked at Xi Zhao without blinking.

"You clearly redeemed me with three hundred thousand taels, why do you want three million taels from my Demon Cult?"

"Don't you think you are not worth three million taels?" Xi Zhao pushed the question to Qi Yan coldly.

Qi Yan choked, took a few deep breaths, and said, "You are taking advantage of the fire!"

Xi Zhao's eyes were far-reaching, and he was at ease: "Even if you are not worth it, the Wulin Alliance is worth it."

"You--!"

"Okay, I won't argue with you." Xi Zhao said to Qi Yan: "The room and the prison, you choose."

Xi Zhao's cold eyes did not have a trace of tenderness, perhaps Qi Yan could not see through it, or perhaps Xi Zhao himself was too cold.

In such a majestic aura, Qi Yan slumped his shoulders in defeat.

"The room..."

"Then go back and stay put."

"When will you let me go?" Seeing him leaving, Qi Yan chased after him and asked, "This is very unclear. You and I are not friends, but enemies. What good will it do you to keep me here?"

Xi Zhao paused, looked at Qi Yan with an unclear expression, then looked away and left in silence.

Qi Yan stood there, staring at Xi Zhao's back until he disappeared into the archway.