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 for the night. However, when he got out of bed, he stumbled over the person next to him.
"Oh..." Qi Yan shouted: "Whose dead person is blocking the bed..."
Qi Yan muttered, rubbed his eyes to clear his mind, and took a closer look to see that it was Xizhao who was sleeping soundly.
"By the way, he's still in your room..." Qi Yan glared at him resentfully, and muttered: "It would be great to ask my brother to pick me up, but I have to share a bed with him, and it's not comfortable to fall asleep, hum. .”
After turning around and taking two steps, Qi Yan was stunned. He looked at his naked body, which was only covered with a thin veil. He screamed and quickly ran back under the quilt.
I was so sleepy that I forgot that I didn't have any cover, and just now I went down to the ground and walked around like a bird!
Xizhao was awakened by this scream. He opened his eyes and looked at Qi Yan with an unhappy expression.
"sleep."
"It's your fault..." Qi Yan pursed his lips in grievance: "If you had found some clothes for me, I wouldn't-"
"What's wrong?" Xizhao didn't tolerate him. He stretched out his hand and pulled down the curtain on the bed, leaving it on Qi Yan casually: "Cover up some, go get up for the night."
Qi Yan shrank, wrapped around the warm white curtain, crossed Xizhao, and went to the ground to get up for the night.
After a while, Qi Yan came back and found that Xizhao did not fall asleep again. Instead, he pulled out a book from somewhere, lit the candle beside the bed, and was reading quietly. Not knowing how hard he was working, Qi Yan didn't dare to disturb him, silently walked around Xizhao, 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 Xizhao is a bit strange and unpredictable, leaving the two of them deep in confusion.
Because there was dim candlelight and flickering lights, Qi Yan couldn't sleep. He lay down for a long time, turned around, faced Xizhao, and said, "Why don't you want me to return to the Demon Sect? I am not the person who repays kindness with hatred. You Are you afraid that I might come back and bite you back?"
"Why did you come to our martial arts alliance?" Xizhao didn't even look at Qi Yan, and his voice was as silent as the night sky.
Qi Yan thought for a while and said truthfully: "You spread bad words about my demon sect, and I'm here to help you clarify those rumors."
"When will I spread bad words about the Demon Cult?" Xizhao said in the same voice as before.
"You still don't admit it?" Qi Yan's eyes narrowed: "Aren't the people who say that our demon sect has done many evil things and support you, Xizhao, in taking the position of leader of the martial arts league, are all your subordinates?"
Xizhao turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, then flicked his hand and the candlelight went out in an instant.
Qi Yan stared at this man sleeping under the quilt as if he was too lazy to argue with him, and was at a loss for a moment.
-What's going on? How come the daughter-in-law wants to help her mother-in-law, but the husband is not happy when discussing with her husband
With a soft sigh, Qi Yan stretched out his hand, pretended to hit Xizhao a few times from the air, then retracted with a slight groan, closed his eyes, and went to sleep!
Have a good night's sleep, the smoke in your dream is as wonderful as a fairyland. Walking in the mist, you can't see any scenery, you just feel very floating, and you can't have strange dreams, which is still very helpful for sleeping.
It seemed that Qi Yan didn't wake up very early the next day because he woke up in the middle of the night. When Xizhao was dressed and washed, Qi Yan opened his eyes drowsily, looking at Xizhao who was neat and tidy, and felt a little confused.
Seeing that he had woken up, Xizhao picked up a set of robes and white shirt and threw it over: "Put it on."
Qi Yan smacked his lips, picked up the clothes, looked at them, and then threw them aside in disgust: "I want to wear red."
Xizhao's cold eyes fell on his face: "If you don't wear it, you won't have it."
"Hmm..." Qi Yan shrank, and took back the crescent-white robe spinelessly. Under Xizhao's gaze, he went to the ground and said, "There is no maid to help me dress?"
"Do it yourself." Xizhao said.
Qi Yan took a deep breath, accepted his fate, and started to put on his underwear and pants.
About a quarter of an hour later, Qi Yan was fully dressed, but he had a new worry. Sitting in front of the dressing table, Qi Yan looked at his messy long hair, with a sad face, and turned to look at Xizhao.
"Call a maid to tie my hair."
Xizhao, who was holding the scroll in his hand, looked up at him and said, "There is no maid."
"...You, the martial arts leader, don't have a maid?!" Qi Yan didn't believe it: "Did you hide your maid?"
"Why am I hiding my maid?" Xizhao really didn't understand his thinking. He stood up with a sigh, came behind Qi Yan, and straightened his head: "I'll tie your hair."
"...You actually know how to tie your hair?!" Qi Yan stared at Xizhao in the round mirror, but didn't get the slightest response from him.
A majestic leader of the martial arts league, he has no maids and does everything himself. Qi Yan really doesn't understand what kind of person Xizhao is.
His long, smooth hair was tied into a ponytail by a hair crown, making Qi Yan look particularly heroic. After looking at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, Qi Yan began to reach out and rummage through the boxes.
Xizhao frowned: "What are you looking for?"
"Jade skin and rouge." Qi Yan answered confidently.
Although I don't know what 'jade skin rouge' is, when I heard it, I knew it was something only women have.
Xizhao said: "Where did you get the jade skin rouge?"
Qi Yan rummaged for something for a moment, then sighed dejectedly.
"Oh, you really don't know how to take care of your skin." Qi Yan touched his cheek: "I haven't applied jade skin rouge for two days on my little face. I don't know if it will affect the touch."
Xizhao didn't talk to him, flicked his sleeves, came to the outer room, sat on a round stool, and started to have breakfast.
"Hey, breakfast has been served!" Qi Yan came over, sat next to Xizhao, 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 Sect. ~."
Xizhao filled a bowl of porridge and chewed it slowly without saying a word. Qi Yan, on the other hand, kept talking nonstop.
"You also said you don't have a maid, so who served breakfast just now? Huh, liar~"
"The cook in your Wulin League is quite good. How about letting me take him to the Demon Sect for a few days and let him teach our cook how to make this steamed cake?"
"Don't be silent, why are you so stingy? You ask me to take the cook back, and I'll ask my brother to compete with you."
…
Xizhao perfectly interpreted what it means to eat without talking and sleep without speaking, while Qi Yan perfectly interpreted what it meant to be talkative.
Just as the two of them were eating enthusiastically, an urgent voice suddenly came from outside.
"Leader of the Alliance! The Demon Sect's protector, Xuanwu, led his men into the Martial Arts Alliance!"
After he finished speaking, Xizhao paused while holding the chopsticks, and Qi Yan also looked at a loss.
His cold eyes quickly glanced at Qi Yan, and Xizhao grabbed his wrist harder and harder: "When did you send the letter?"
Qi Yan was in pain and his mind was in chaos. He thought for a long time before murmuring: "Before I was arrested and taken into Xingchun Tower..."
—Could it be the signal flare that asks for money?