The man looked at him holding his arms and remained silent.
"Husband, I'm hungry after walking so far, so I ate a piece of cold cake. Please give the money to me." After saying that, Qi Yan looked at the man and blinked, but there was another layer of meaning.
Seeing that the man had not moved for a long time, and then met the young man's puzzled eyes, Qi Yan's hand hidden under the man's thick sleeves squeezed his waist hard.
"Husband, give me money!"
The man's indifferent gaze fell on Qi Yan's face. After a while, he took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and placed it on the cold cake stall.
The young man picked up the silver and was stunned for a long time. Then he picked up the silver and said to the man: "I'll find it for you..."
"No need." Qi Yan said before the man, smiled at the young man, took the man's arm and left.
Ignoring the young man's shouts from behind, Qi Yan forcefully pulled the man to a quiet alley and let go of his arm.
"Ahem!" Qi Yan coughed lightly, raised his orchid fingers, and faced the cold man: "Thank you just now. I didn't bring any money. I will pay it back to you when my brother brings it."
The man's indifferent gaze fell on his face, and he said slowly after a long time: "No need."
The man's voice was low and magnetic, gurgling from his mouth like a clear spring.
"Hey, I'm not the one who owes the debt~." Qi Yan narrowed his eyes as if proudly: "What's your name? Where is your mansion?"
The man still looked at him calmly and said nothing.
"Isn't it convenient to tell?" Qi Yan frowned as if in disgust: "Tch, then tell me, where is the residence of the leader of the martial arts alliance?"
Finally, the man's eyes flickered, and he looked at Qi Yan seriously: "What are you doing with the leader of the martial arts alliance?"
Qi Yan moved his waist, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a charming gesture: "I'm going to seduce you."
The man's eyes were a little strange. He glanced at Qi Yan up and down and said, "Are you going?"
"What?" Qi Yan was unhappy when he heard his tone: "I can't do it! I am also as delicate as water, weak and boneless."
The man looked at him again: "You are a man."
"What's wrong, man!" Qi Yan felt that the stupid wooden man's words were getting more and more out of his mind, so he waved his hands irritably and said, "Just tell me where the residence of the leader of the martial arts league is!"
The man's eyes flickered slightly, and after looking at Qi Yan with interest for a while, he turned and left without saying a word.
Unexpectedly, the man turned around and walked away. 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.
Stomping his feet angrily, Qi Yan pursed his lips when he saw the looks from the people around him, and then turned around and left for a long time.
That night, the night sky was like ink, and the moon was bright and clear; little stars dotted the night sky, like natural candlelight, casting a looming layer over the earth. Blurred and graceful light.
Suddenly, a red figure passed over the house, moving lightly and with great dexterity. After several ups and downs on tiptoes, Qi Yan landed steadily on the main hall of a mansion. There was no candlelight in the room, and it seemed that the owner had fallen asleep.
That stupid idiot, thought he wouldn't be able to ask where the leader of the martial arts league lived if he didn't tell him!
With a proud smile on his lips, Qi Yan narrowed his eyes and gently pulled back his wind-blown hair.
Landing in front of the main hall door with a light step, Qi Yan scanned around vigilantly and found no other hidden dangers. He quickly removed the door lock with his hands and feet, pushed the door gently and walked in.
The room was extremely dark, with only the light from the moonlight allowing Qi Yan to see the surroundings clearly: there were ordinary tables and chairs in the outer room, carved with mahogany paint; there were two or three pieces of jade on the cabinet shelves, which were not expensive. , not much, obviously the owner of the house is not interested in these things; stepping into the white arch, facing the inner room is the bed with the curtain down.
A body with steady breathing and rising and falling chest could be vaguely seen behind the gauze curtain.
Qi Yan tiptoed in and felt a sense of surprise when he came to the curtain.
Is this martial arts leader a fool? And his martial arts skills are said to be unparalleled! He walked into the house and was about to kill him in minutes, but he didn't even react...
It's a miracle that Xizhao can survive to this day.
Stretching out his slender arms, he gently opened a corner of the curtain. Before Qi Yan could see clearly the person inside, his hand was suddenly held by another strong hand. The other party pulled hard, and Qi Yan had not had time to startle him. When he was about to move, he was pulled into the curtain and fell on top of someone.
"Oh..."
The waist and abdomen hit the man's slightly bent knees. Qi Yan felt the pain and screamed in surprise.
"It's really here." The man's voice sounded familiar, indifferent, and as clear and cheerful as a zheng.
Qi Yan frowned, raised his head, and happened to meet the man's deep pupils.
—It’s the piece of wood that he took for granted today! !
"Oops! It's you!" Qi Yan shouted, "What are you doing here! Humph, you're not asking me for money, are you?"
You say you don’t need to pay back the money, but you’re still waiting here... Wait! This is the wing of the martial arts leader! Why is this man here? Could it be that…
As if he had figured something out, Qi Yan suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the man in disbelief: "Are you Xizhao?!"
The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and the hand that held his wrist like an iron clamp did not loosen at all.
Qi Yan felt sorry for his slender wrist, twisted it, and shouted, "Hurry up and let go! It hurts so much!"
"What are you going to do?" The man's deep voice sounded again.
"What do you care about me!" Qi Yan was anxious. He tried to break free several times but couldn't get away. He simply kicked off his legs, climbed onto the bed, straddled Xizhao's legs and reasoned with him: "Hold someone like this. What does hand mean?”
After looking at him with cold eyes for a long time, Xizhao slowly let go of his hand.
Qi Yan rubbed his wrist, and his fair skin turned red.
"Oh, you made other people's hands turn red..." Qi Yan suddenly cried and said, "None of my brothers have ever treated me like this."
Xizhao was stunned for a moment and looked at him without saying a word.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. Qi Yan raised his head and stared at Xizhao hatefully: "You compensate me!"
Xizhao raised his eyebrows: "What are you paying for?"
"If I don't care, you have to compensate me!" Qi Yan couldn't say what to compensate for, so he just acted like a fool, rolled into the bed, lay on his arms and started to cry.
"Ugh... My wrist hurts, you bad guy, I'll ask my brother to beat you..."
Xizhao's cold face finally showed cracks. He glanced at Qi Yan in confusion. After a long time, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Don't cry."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu you pinch me and you won't make me cry!" Qi Yan cried even harder: "My life is so miserable!"
"How do you want me to compensate you?" Xizhao frowned slightly: "Just tell me."
Qi Yan sobbed twice, raised his head, and looked at him with tears in his eyes.
"You let others seduce you."