"No, you are missing the most important thing." Leng Daiyi looked at Xi Zhao confidently: "This Wulin Alliance is missing a hostess who can help you take care of internal affairs."

Xi Zhao's expression was still indifferent, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "...What are you talking about?"

"You don't have a wife, right?" Leng Daiyi smiled: "What do you think of me?"

Qi Yan was about to explode when he heard this in the back. He had never seen such a shameless person before! ! !

"You don't want to agree to her, do you?!" Qi Yan came to Xi Zhao, held his face and made him look at him: "Look at me, look at me! Don't be confused by this strange woman! She must be a spy sent by Miaojiang! A witch who knows the art of witchcraft!"

Xi Zhao looked at Qi Yan, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his face was still indifferent: "Put your hand down."

Qi Yan put his hand down tremblingly, turned around and saw Leng Daiyi looking at him as if he was a dead object.

"Why are you looking at me like that!" Qi Yan didn't like her eyes very much, she was arrogant and ruthless. In her eyes, anything she didn't like was useless, no matter if the other party was a human life or something else.

"Who cares if I look at you? My eyes are on my body." Leng Daiyi was famous for making up a point out of nothing, and she would not show mercy when she was right.

Qi Yan took a few deep breaths and continued arguing with Leng Daiyi without saying a word. For a moment, he felt a little dizzy.

What was it like to be trembling with anger at an unreasonable person? Qi Yan had never experienced it before, but he successfully interpreted the language gap between ancient and modern people.

Xi Zhao frowned slightly, walked over, grabbed Qi Yan's wrist, and led him behind him.

"Don't say anything more." Xi Zhao looked at Leng Daiyi with an expression that seemed to want to drive her away: "I still have things to do, please do as you please, young lady."

After that, he took Qi Yan out of the main hall without looking back, ignoring Leng Daiyi's increasingly fierce gaze.

Arriving at the yard of Qi Yan's private room, Qi Yan shook off Xi Zhao's hand and sat down on the stone bench angrily.

"Okay." Xi Zhao looked at his back for a long time: "Don't be angry."

"How can I not be angry?!" Qi Yan turned his head, tears welling up in his eyes: "That woman's words were really sarcastic!"

"I'll send someone to check her." Xi Zhao thought about it and suddenly said to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan was puzzled: "Check her? Why do you want to check her? Do you really want to take her in as the mistress of this Wulin League?"

"Of course not." Xi Zhao sat next to him: "She can find out the details of both of us, which means she is not as simple as she looks on the surface." Maybe there is someone behind her who they can't afford to offend.

Qi Yan was silent for a while, sniffed, and held back the tears that had not yet fallen.

"Let me go back to the Demon Sect... I can't do anything here, and the same goes for the Demon Sect." Qi Yan said indifferently: "But in the Demon Sect, I will not be wronged... Maybe it is really disgusting for a man to be so arrogant, but in the Demon Sect, they will not have this feeling."

"You are very good, I like playing with you, but the Demon Sect is my home."

"I'm not very strong, I'm very weak. If you want to kill me, you can easily take my life with a single move of the knife."

"My brothers and sisters protect me very well, so well that they don't look like a man, but more like a girl in a deep house."

"Maybe it's really my own problem..."

Qi Yan lowered his head, his voice becoming lower and lower, and he even choked a little.

Xi Zhao had never seen Qi Yan like this before. In his impression, Qi Yan was an arrogant but interesting man, like a spoiled child, without any bad intentions, and not like a member of the Demon Cult at all.

Perhaps it was because his obsession was too strong that he forgot Qi Yan's original character.

It turned out that this was Qi Yan.

After an unknown amount of time, Xi Zhao stood up with his hands behind his back.

"If this is what you want, then go back tomorrow."

After saying this, Qi Yan suddenly raised his head, staring at Xi Zhao in disbelief: "Are you, are you telling the truth?"

"...Of course." Xi Zhao paused and said, "This is your only chance."

Qi Yan nodded, but he did not feel happy at all. Instead, he felt empty and even more desolate.

Xi Zhao left the yard and never entered it again.

Qi Yan didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He couldn't sleep all night. The next day, Qi Yan left the Wulin League in a bad mental state.

He finally left the Wulin League.

Qi Yan left a letter to Xi Zhao. He didn't know if he would see it... Maybe it was thrown away by the maid, and he would never see it in this life.

There were words Qi Yan wanted to say and the feelings he wanted to express to Xi Zhao.

After leaving the Wulin League, Qi Yan walked on the street of the border city and walked towards the city gate.

There should be no place for him here. Now, he can only go back to the Demon Sect...

He passed by the cold cake stall again. This time, the one selling cold cakes was a farm girl. She was not beautiful but simple. When she saw him looking over, she smiled politely.

Just a smile, totally different from when he came.

Qi Yan looked lonely, at noon, he bought a horse, and left the border city forever.

Back to the Demon Cult, Qinglong and others were shocked to see Qi Yan suddenly come back with a dazed look.

"You, why did you come back suddenly?!" Xuanwu rushed up and circled around him: "Are you okay, Brother Yan?"

"Oh..." Qi Yan responded stupidly and continued to walk inside.

"You..." Xuanwu stared: "How can you be okay? Did Xi Zhao torture you? I, your brother, will avenge you!"

"...No." Qi Yan's eyes were slightly red: "Don't make trouble." It

was the first time that Xuanwu saw Qi Yan's eyes red. This brother who was pampered by them was actually made to cry by someone else? !

"I will fight him to the death!"

Xuanwu was about to raise his spear.

Qinglong stopped him in time, turned to look at Qi Yan, and said with a gloomy expression: "Come with me."

Qi Yan nodded, and was patted on the shoulder by Baihu. He followed Qinglong into Xuesha's study.

Xuesha was pinching his eyebrows in the room, and when he saw Qi Yan coming in, he whispered: "Are you back?"

Qi Yan looked at Xue Sha and suddenly felt particularly friendly: "Brother..." As he called, tears began to flow.

Xue Sha was stunned, and quickly stood up and walked over, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped his tears: "Why are you crying? If you are really wronged, you can get it back next time."

"I'm not wronged." Qi Yan cried sadly: "I, I seem to..."

"What?" Xue Sha didn't hear clearly.

"I, seem to like Xi Zhao."

...

Qinglong and Xue Sha widened their eyes at the same time, looking at Qi Yan who was crying and aggrieved in disbelief.

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