When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead

"No, you're missing one of the most important things." Leng Daiyuan looked at Xi Zhao confidently: "This martial arts alliance lacks a mistress who can help you take care of internal affairs."

Xi Zhao's expression was still indifferent, but there was a trace of surprise in his eyes: "...What are you talking about?"

"You don't have a wife, don't you?" Leng Daiyuan smiled: "What do you think of me?"

Qi Yan almost exploded when he heard it from behind, he has never seen such a brazen person, okay? ! !

"You don't want to promise her, do you?!" Qi Yan came to Xi Zhao, held his face and let him look at him: "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!"

Xi Zhao looked at Qi Yan, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his face was still indifferent: "Put it down."

Qi Yan let go of her hand shyly, and when she turned her head, Leng Daiyuan looked at herself as if she was looking at a dead object.

"Why are you looking at me like that!" Qi Yan didn't like her gaze very much, she was arrogant and ruthless. In her eyes, as long as it was something she didn't like, it was useless, no matter whether the other party was a life or a life. What.

"I care about you? My eyes are on my body." Leng Daiyuan is famous for being unreasonable and unreasonable.

Qi Yan took a few deep breaths, he didn't have words to continue arguing with Leng Daiyuan, he was a little dizzy for a while.

How does it feel to be shaken by unreasonable anger?Qi Yan has never experienced it before, but he successfully deduced the language gap between ancient people and modern people.

Xi Zhao frowned slightly, he walked over, grabbed Qi Yan's wrist, and took him behind him.

"Don't say any more." Xi Zhao looked at Leng Daiyuan with a look of chasing guests: "I still have something to do, girl, please do what you want."

After finishing speaking, he took Qi Yan and left the main hall without looking back, ignoring Leng Daiyuan's increasingly fierce eyes.

Arriving at the courtyard of Qi Yan's wing, Qi Yan shook off Xi Zhao's hand and sat down on the stone bench angrily.

"Okay." Xi Zhao looked at his back for a while: "Don't be angry."

"How can you not be angry?!" Qi Yan turned his head, tears welling in his eyes: "That woman is really sarcastic!"

"I will send someone to investigate her." Xi Zhao thought for a while, then suddenly said to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan was puzzled: "Investigate her? Why are you investigating her? Are you really going to accept her as the mistress of this martial arts alliance?"

"Of course not." Xi Zhao sat next to him: "She was able to find out the details of the two of us, which shows that she is not as simple as it seems on the surface." Maybe behind her, there will be people who they can't provoke. people sit in town.

Qi Yan was silent for a while, sucked his nose, and held back the tears that hadn't left.

"Let me go back to the Devil's Sect...I can't do anything here, even in the Devil's Sect." Qi Yan's business is indifferent: "But in the Devil's Sect, I won't be wronged... Maybe a man like this It's really disgusting to be squeamish in Banjiao, but in the Devil's Cult, they don't feel this way."

"You are fine, I like to play with you, but the Devil's Cult is my home."

"I'm not very strong, I'm weak. If you want to kill me, you can easily take my life with a knife."

"My elder brother and younger brother protected me very well. He is not a man, but a woman in a deep boudoir."

"Maybe it's really my own problem..."

Qi Yan lowered his head, his voice became lower and lower, and even choked up.

Xi Zhao has never seen Qi Yan like this before. In his impression, Qi Yan is the arrogant and domineering but very interesting man, like a spoiled child, without evil intentions, not at all like the one in the Demon Cult. people.

Perhaps it was because of his own obsession that he forgot Qi Yan's original character.

It turned out that this was Qi Yan.

After an unknown amount of time, Xi Zhao stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

"If this is what you want, then go back tomorrow."

After the words fell, Qi Yan raised his head suddenly, and stared at Xi Zhao with wide eyes in disbelief: "You, what you said is true?"

"...Naturally." Xi Zhao paused and said, "This is your only chance."

Qi Yan nodded, but there was no trace of happiness in his heart. Instead, he felt empty and even more desolate.

Xi Zhao left the courtyard and never entered it again.

Qi Yan didn't know what kind of mood he was in, he had no sleep all night, and on the second day, Qi Yan left the Wulin League in a bad state of mind.

He finally left the Wulin League.

Qi Yan left a letter to Xi Zhao, I don't know if he will see it... Maybe he was thrown away by the maidservant, and he will never see it again in this life.

In it, there is what Qi Yan wants to say, what he wants to express to Xi Zhao.

After leaving the Martial Arts League, Qi Yan walked on the streets of Bianguan City, heading towards the city gate.

There should be no room for him here, now, he can only go back to the Demon Cult...

Passing by the cold cake stall again, this time the cold cake seller is a peasant girl, not beautiful but simple, seeing him looking over, she politely raised a smile.

Just a smile, not at all the same as when I came.

Qi Yan looked lonely, and at noon, he bought a fine horse and left Border City forever.

Back at the Devil's Cult, Qinglong and the others were shocked by Qi Yan who suddenly came back with a dazed expression.

"You, why did you come back suddenly?!" Xuanwu rushed up and circled around him: "Are you okay, Brother Yan?"

"Oh..." Qi Yan replied foolishly, and continued walking inside.

"You..." Xuanwu stared: "How can you be fine? Then Xi Zhao tortured you? Brother, I will avenge you!"

"...No." Qi Yan's eyes were slightly red: "Don't make a fuss."

It was the first time Xuanwu saw Qi Yan's eyes turned red. This elder brother who was loved by them was actually made to cry by others? !

"I will fight him to the death!"

With that said, Xuanwu was about to raise his spear.

Qinglong stopped him in time, turned to look at Qi Yan, and said with a grave expression, "You come with me."

Qi Yan nodded, was patted on the shoulder by Bai Hu, and followed Qinglong into Xuesha's study.

Xue Sha frowned in the room, saw Qi Yan coming in, and said softly, "You're back?"

Qi Yan looked at Xue Sha, and suddenly felt very kind: "Brother..." As he called, tears flowed down his face.

Xue Sha was stunned, he quickly stood up and walked over, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped away his tears: "Why are you crying, if you are really wronged, it will be fine if you get it back next time."

"It's not wronged." Qi Yan cried miserably: "I, I seem to..."

"What?" Xue Fiend didn't hear clearly.

"I seem to like Xi Zhao."

……

Qinglong and Xuesha stared wide-eyed at the same time, looking at Qi Yan who was crying with aggrieved face in disbelief.

--Love? !