"No, you are missing the most important thing." Leng Daiyuan looked at Xizhao confidently: "This martial arts alliance lacks a mistress who can help you take care of its internal affairs."
Xizhao's expression remained indifferent, but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "...What are you talking about?"
"You don't have a wife, right?" Leng Daiyuan smiled: "What do you think of me?"
Qi Yan was almost exploded listening to this. He had never seen such a shameless person before! ! !
"You don't want to promise her?!" Qi Yan came to Xizhao, held his face and asked him to look at her: "Look at me, look at me! Don't be confused by this strange woman! She must be A spy sent by Miao Jiang! A witch who knows the art of witchcraft!"
Xizhao looked at Qi Yan, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his face remained indifferent: "Put down your hands."
Qi Yan put down his hands in silence and turned around to see Leng Daiyuan looking at him like a dead thing.
"Why are you looking at me like this!" Qi Yan didn't like her look very much. She was arrogant and ruthless. In her eyes, anything she didn't like was useless, no matter whether the other person was a human life or someone else. What.
"I don't care, I'm looking at you? You have eyes on me." Leng Daiyuan is famous for being unreasonable and unreasonable.
Qi Yan took a few deep breaths and had no words to continue arguing with Leng Daiyuan. For a moment, he felt a little dizzy.
How does it feel to be trembling with anger at the hands of an unreasonable person? Qi Yan had never experienced it before, but he successfully interpreted the language gap between ancient people and modern people.
Xizhao's brows furrowed slightly. He walked over, took Qi Yan's wrist, and took him behind him.
"Don't say any more." Xizhao looked at Leng Daiyuan with an expression that seemed to be chasing away guests: "I still have something to do, please help yourself, girl."
After saying that, he led Qi Yan out of the main hall without looking back, ignoring Leng Daiyuan's increasingly fierce gaze.
Arriving at the yard of Qi Yan's wing, Qi Yan shook off Xizhao's hand and sat on the stone bench angrily.
"Okay." Xizhao looked at his back for a while: "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 are really sarcastic!"
"I will send someone to check her." Xizhao thought for a while and suddenly said to Qi Yan.
Qi Yan was puzzled: "Checking her? Why are you checking her? Do you really want to accept her as the mistress of this martial arts alliance?"
"Of course not." Xizhao sat next to him: "The fact that she was able to find out the details of the two of us shows that she is not as simple as she seems on the surface." Maybe there is someone behind her that they can't offend. people sit in charge.
Qi Yan was silent for a while, sniffed, and held back the remaining tears.
"Please let me go back to the Demon Cult... I can't do anything here, and I can't do anything in the Demon Cult either." Qi Yan's business was light: "But in the Demon Cult, I won't be wronged... Maybe a man is so arrogant It's really disgusting to be squeamish, but in the Demon Cult, they don't feel this way."
"You are very nice. I like to play with you, but the Demon Cult 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 the sword."
"My elder brother and younger brother protect me very well. They don't look like a man, but more like a woman in a boudoir."
"Maybe it's really my own problem..."
Qi Yan lowered his head, his voice getting deeper and deeper, even a little choked.
Xizhao has never seen Qi Yan like this before. In his impression, Qi Yan is that arrogant but extremely interesting man. He looks like a spoiled child. He has no evil intentions and does not look like someone from the demon sect at all. people.
Perhaps it was because his own obsession was too great that he forgot Qi Yan's original character.
It turns out that this is Qi Yan.
After an unknown amount of time, Xizhao stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.
"If this is what you want, then go back tomorrow."
After finishing speaking, Qi Yan suddenly raised his head and looked at Xizhao with wide eyes in disbelief: "You, are you telling the truth?"
"... Of course." Xizhao paused and said, "This is your only chance."
Qi Yan nodded, but there was no happy feeling in his heart. Instead, he felt empty and even more desolate.
Xizhao left this courtyard and never entered here again.
Qi Yan didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He had no sleep all night. The next day, Qi Yan left the Wulin League in a bad mental state.
He finally left the Wulin Alliance.
Qi Yan left a letter to Xizhao. I wonder if he will see it... maybe it will be thrown away by the maid and will never be seen again in this life.
There, there was what Qi Yan wanted to say and what he wanted to express to Xizhao.
After leaving the Wulin League, Qi Yan walked on the streets of Border City and headed towards the city gate.
There should be no place for him here. Now, he can only go back to the Demon Sect...
Passing by the cold cake stall again, this time the cold cake seller was a peasant woman, not beautiful but simple. When she saw him looking over, she raised a polite smile.
Just a smile, not at all the same as when it came.
Qi Yan looked lonely. At noon, he bought a horse and left Border City forever.
Back at the Demon Cult, Qinglong and others were shocked by Qi Yan who suddenly returned and looked confused.
"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 walking inside.
"You..." Xuanwu stared: "How can it be okay? Then Xizhao tortured you? Brother, I will avenge you!"
"...No." Qi Yan's eyes were slightly red: "Don't make noises."
Xuanwu's eyes turned red when he saw Qi Yan for the first time. This brother who was doted on by them all was actually made to cry by someone else? !
"I will fight him to the death!"
With that said, Xuanwu was about to lift his spear.
Qinglong stopped him in time, turned to look at Qi Yan, and said with a serious expression: "Come with me."
Qi Yan nodded, was patted on the shoulder by Bai Hu, and followed Qinglong into the study of Xue Sha.
Xue Sha pinched his brows in the room. When he saw Qi Yan coming in, he said softly: "You're back?"
Qi Yan looked at Xue Sha and suddenly felt particularly kind: "Brother..." As he called, tears flowed down.
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 ask for it back next time."
"It's not that I was wronged." Qi Yan cried miserably: "I, I seem to..."
"What?" Xue Sha didn't hear clearly.
"I seem to like Xizhao."
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Qinglong and Xuesha opened their eyes wide at the same time, looking at Qi Yan in disbelief, who was crying and looking aggrieved.
-Love? !