After Qi Yan finished speaking, Xizhao looked at him with a particularly strange look, even with a hint of ridicule.
Qi Yan shrank back and glared at him, seemingly explaining but also angry: "Why do you look at me like this? I told the Demon Cult to give me money so that I can redeem the lotus girl from Xingchun Tower!"
Xizhao snorted coldly, obviously not believing Qi Yan. Putting down the chopsticks in his hands, he looked at the guard who came to report: "How is the situation now?"
"Xuanwu asked you by name..." The guard glanced at Qi Yan and said, "Return his brother to him."
Xizhao's face darkened with uncertainty, and he snorted in a low voice: "Let me go and have a look." After a pause, he added: "Send someone to watch here, and no one is allowed to go out!"
This 'anyone' refers to Qi Yan.
"My brother has come to look for me and you still want to lock me up?" Qi Yan stood up and shouted at Xizhao's back: "You, you are provoking a war between the Martial Arts Alliance and the Demon Cult!"
"Hey! Xizhao! Stop! I'm going to fight you!"
…
Xizhao left without looking back. Guards called from nowhere surrounded the place. Even if Qi Yan had great abilities, he could not escape from this airtight guard.
Angrily smashing things in the room, Qi Yan threw down the few pieces of porcelain in Xizhao's wing. After the fall, he felt uneasy, thought for a while, sat down on the table and started eating in silence.
After eating the plate with five steamed cakes, Qi Yan angrily picked up the plate and threw it towards the door. The plate made a crisp sound on the ground and shattered into pieces.
There seemed to be two people whispering to each other outside the door, then one left and the other stayed here. Qi Yan looked at it, rolled his eyes, and started serving porridge, bowl after bowl.
Gradually, the porridge bowl became empty. Qi Yan swallowed the last mouthful of shrimp porridge with a slight umami flavor, raised the bowl, and threw it out with a clatter.
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 pastry plate, and stuffed each piece into his mouth...
Yes, for foodies, plates can be dropped. Food cannot be thrown away.
With his mouth full, Qi Yan chewed it and swallowed it into his stomach. He picked up the teapot on the side and poured tea into his stomach through the spout. At this time, there was an empty plate, a teapot, and four small teacups that were useless. Qi Yan was not prepared to keep them for Xizhao, so he threw them all towards the door angrily, making a crackling sound.
The people outside seemed to let him do whatever he wanted without making any movement. Like a punch on cotton, Qi Yan became even more angry.
-Can't we just sit down and have a good fight... Bah! Let’s talk about it!
I don't know how much time passed, but when Qi Yan was leaning there and falling asleep with nothing to throw, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Qi Yan opened his eyes with a start and quickly looked towards the door.
Xizhao looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground with a gloomy expression, then stepped on them and walked towards Qi Yan's direction.
Being implicated by his aura, Qi Yan felt a little emboldened and said, "You, why are you looking at me like this? If you hadn't locked me up, I wouldn't have thrown anything!"
"Extremely naughty!" Xizhao shouted softly, stepped forward and grabbed Qi Yan's wrist.
Before the red spot that had been pinched this morning could recover, it was pinched again. Qi Yan felt pain and exclaimed, "It hurts!"
Hearing his call, Xizhao relaxed, but did not let go. Instead, he pulled him out.
"Where are you taking me? Humph! Do you want to take it out on me because you lost to my brother?!"
Xizhao snorted coldly: "If you are so stubborn, go to prison and reflect."
When Qi Yan heard this, his eyes suddenly widened: "Prison?!"
This Xizhao is too ruthless! After all, we slept together one night... Even though we didn't do anything, at least we shared the same bed. Moreover, when he was in Xingchun Tower, he helped him do that kind of thing. Why was he in jail now
"Xizhao, let me go! I won't go to prison!"
"It's not up to you!"
"You, how can you treat me like this! 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 hand out of Xizhao's tight grip, hugged it to his chest, and rubbed it with a pout.
Xizhao turned his head and looked at him with his arms crossed: "Were you weak when you threw the plate?"
"I, I was so angry..." Qi Yan said: "If you hadn't let me go find my brother, how could I be so angry? After all, it's not your fault for being such a cold-faced monster!"
Xizhao looked at him, his tone wavering: "Is it my fault?"
"Whose fault is it not your fault?" After Qi Yan finished speaking, he pursed his lips and said, "Where is my brother?"
"Returned to the Demon Cult." Xizhao told the truth.
Qi Yan opened his eyes in confusion: "Going back? Damn Xuanwu, just ignore me like this?!"
"He went back to get the banknote." Xizhao raised his eyebrows, an indescribable dark light flashed in his eyes: "Three million taels will be used to redeem you."
Hearing 'three million taels', Qi Yan's eyes opened even wider: "Three million taels?! How can I be worth so much money?"
"Ha, you and that Xuanwu are really brothers." Xizhao suddenly chuckled, and then fell silent for a moment, 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 guy from Xuanwu who also said that he is not worth three million taels of silver! !
Thinking bitterly in his heart of settling the score with Xuanwu when he went back, Qi Yan raised his head and looked at Xizhao unblinkingly with a strange look in his eyes.
"You obviously redeemed me for 300,000 taels. Why do you want 3 million taels from my demon sect?"
"Don't you think you're worth three million taels?" Xizhao coolly pushed the question to Qi Yan.
Qi Yan choked, took several deep breaths, and said, "You are taking advantage of the situation!"
Xizhao's eyes widened and he said leisurely and contentedly: "Even if you are not worth it, the Wulin Alliance's plate is worth it."
"you!"
"Okay, I won't argue with you." Xizhao said to Qi Yan, "You choose between the wing and the prison."
There was no trace of warmth in Xizhao's cold eyes. Maybe Qi Yan couldn't see through it, or maybe Xizhao himself was too cold.
In such a majestic aura, Qi Yan slumped his shoulders in defeat.
“Wang room…”
"Then go back and wait peacefully."
"When will you let me go back?" Seeing him about to leave, Qi Yan chased after him and asked, "This is very unclear. You and I are not friends, let alone enemies. If you leave me here, what does it mean to you?" What’s the benefit?”
Xizhao paused, glanced at Qi Yan with a confused expression, then looked away and left in silence.
Qi Yan stood there, staring at Xizhao's back until he disappeared under the arch.