When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

After Qi Yan's voice fell, Xi Zhao looked at him with strange eyes, even with a hint of sarcasm.

Qi Yan flinched and stared at him, seeming to be explaining but also angry: "Why are you looking at me like this? I told the Demon Sect to give me money, and I want to redeem the lotus picking girl from Xingchun Tower!"

Xi Zhao snorted coldly, obviously not believing Qi Yan.Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, 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: "Return his brother to him."

Xizhao's expression darkened, and he snorted in a low voice, "Let me go and have a look." After a pause, he said again: "Send someone to watch here, and no one is allowed to go out!"

This 'anyone' refers to Qi Yan.

"My younger brother has come to look for me and you still want to detain me?" Qi Yan stood up and shouted at Xi Zhao's back: "You, you are provoking a war between the Wulin League and the Demon Cult!"

"Hey! Xi Zhao! Stop! I'm going to fight you!"

……

Xi Zhao left without looking back, the guards transferred from nowhere surrounded the place tightly, even if Qi Yan had great abilities, he couldn't escape from this impenetrable guard.

Angrily smashing things in the room, Qi Yan dropped the only few pieces of porcelain in Xizhao's wing room.After the fall, he was not relieved, he thought for a while, sat down on the table and began to eat in a muffled voice.

After eating the plate containing five steamed cakes, Qi Yan angrily picked up the plate and threw it towards the door.The plate made a crisp 'snap' sound on the ground, and it shattered into pieces in response.

There seemed to be two people whispering something outside the door, and then one left and the other stayed here.Qi Yan looked at it, rolled his eyes, and started serving porridge, one bowl after another.

Gradually, the porridge bowl was empty, Qi Yan swallowed the last bite of the slightly umami-tasting shrimp porridge, raised the bowl, and threw it out with a snap.

There was still no movement outside, Qi Yan took a few deep breaths, got up and walked around twice, sat back down again, picked up the plate of pastries, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one...

Yes, for foodies, plates can be thrown.Food, don't throw away.

Filling his mouth full, Qi Yan chewed and swallowed.He picked up the teapot on one side and poured tea into his stomach through the spout.Now, a plate and a teapot were empty, and four small teacups were useless, and Qi Yan didn't plan to keep it for Xi Zhao, so he threw them all at the door angrily, making a crackling sound.

The people outside seemed to let him make trouble at will, without any movement.Like punching cotton, Qi Yan became even more angry.

——Couldn't it be possible to just sit down and have a good fight... Bah!Let's talk!

After an unknown amount of time, when Qi Yan had nothing to drop and was leaning there drowsily, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Qi Yan opened his eyes in a jerk, and quickly looked in the direction of the door.

Xi Zhao looked gloomy at the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, stepped on them, and walked towards Qi Yan.

Being implicated by his aura, Qi Yan felt a little emboldened: "You, why are you looking at me like this? If you hadn't locked me up, I wouldn't have thrown anything!"

"Extremely stubborn!" Xi Zhao shouted softly, stepped forward and grabbed Qi Yan's wrist.

This morning, the place where he was gripped red hadn't recovered before he was pinched again. Qi Yan was in pain and exclaimed; "It hurts!"

Hearing his voice, Xi Zhao lightened his strength, but did not let go, but pulled him outside.

"Where are you taking me? Hmph! Could it be that you want to vent your anger on me because you lost to my younger brother?!"

Xi Zhao snorted coldly: "You are so stubborn, go to prison and reflect."

When Qi Yan heard this, his eyes widened suddenly: "Prison?!"

This Xi Zhao is too ruthless!After all, they slept together for one night... Although they didn't do anything, at least they shared the same bed.And when he was in Xingchunlou, he still helped himself with that kind of thing, why did he end up in jail?

"Xizhao, let me go! I won't go to prison!"

"I can't help 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?"

Enduring the pain, Qi Yan pulled his hand from Xi Zhao's tight band, hugged it to his chest, pouted and rubbed it aggrievedly.

Xi Zhao turned his head and looked at him with his arms crossed: "Were you ever weak when you threw the plate?"

"I-I'm not in a hurry..." Qi Yan said: "If you didn't let me go to my brother, how could I be so angry? After all, I can't blame you, a cold-faced monster!"

Xi Zhao looked at him, and said in a turbulent tone, "Is it still my fault?"

"It's not your fault and whose fault is it?" After Qi Yan finished speaking, he pursed his lips and said, "Where's my younger brother?"

"Back to the Devil's Cult." Xi Zhao told the truth.

Qi Yan opened his eyes in confusion: "Going back? This damn Xuanwu, just ignore me like this?!"

"He went back to get the bank note." Xi Zhao raised his eyebrows, and an indescribable glint flashed in his eyes: "300 million taels are here to redeem you."

Hearing '300 million taels', Qi Yan opened his eyes even wider: "300 million taels?! How can I be worth so much money?"

"Heh, you and that Xuanwu are real brothers." Xi Zhao suddenly chuckled, and 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 kid Xuanwu also said that he is not worth 300 million taels of silver! !

Thinking bitterly in his heart that he would settle accounts with Xuanwu after going back, Qi Yan raised his head, his eyes were strange, and he looked at Xi Zhao without blinking.

"You obviously redeemed me with 30 taels, why would you want 300 million taels from my Demon Cult?"

"Do you think you are not worth 300 million taels?" Xi Zhao coldly pushed the question to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan choked, took several deep breaths, and said, "You're taking advantage of the fire!"

Xi Zhao looked far away, leisurely: "Even if you are not worth it, the Wulin League's plate is also worth it."

"you--!"

"Okay, I won't argue with you." Xi Zhao said to Qi Yan: "The wing and the prison, you choose."

There was no warmth in Xi Zhao's cold gaze, maybe Qi Yan couldn't see through it, or maybe Xi Zhao himself was too deserted.

In such a majestic aura, Qi Yan slumped his shoulders in defeat.

"Wing room..."

"Then go back and stay in peace."

"When will you let me go back?" Seeing him about to leave, Qi Yan chased after him and asked, "It's very unclear. You and I are not friends, let alone enemies. What does it mean to you if you keep me here?" What are the benefits?"

Xi Zhao paused, glanced at Qi Yan with a vague expression, then looked away, and left in silence.

Qi Yan stood where he was, staring at Xi Zhao's back until he disappeared under the arch.