When The Male Supporting Actor Bend The Male Lead: When the indifferent leader of the leader was bent (8)

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When Qi Yan opened his eyes again, it was already night. He sat up in a daze, pushed the quilt aside, and was about to go to the ground and get up at night, but when he stepped out of bed, he was staggered by the people next to him.

"Oh..." Qi Yan yelled: "Whose dead person is standing beside their bed..."

Qi Yan muttered, rubbing his eyes to clear his head, and fixed his eyes to see that it was Xi Zhao who was quite asleep.

"By the way, they are still in your house..." He gave him a bitter look, and Qi Yan muttered: "How great is it to ask my brother to pick me up, but I have to squeeze a bed with others and fall asleep. Not comfortable, hum."

Turning around and taking two steps, Qi Yan was stunned, looked at his body covered only with a tulle, and quickly screamed back into the quilt.

I slept in a daze, and forgot that there was no cover on my body. I just slipped a bird on the ground!

Xizhao was awakened by this exclamation. He opened his eyes and looked at Qi Yan with an unhappy expression.

"Sleep."

"I blame you..." Qi Yan narrowed his mouth aggrievedly: "If you find me clothes, I won't--"

"What's going on?" Xi Zhao was not used to him either, stretched out his hand and suddenly pulled the curtain down on the bed, casually still on Qi Yan: "Cover some, let's get up at night."

Qi Yan shrank, and surrounded the warm white curtain, stepped over Xi Zhao, and went down to the ground to wake up at night.

After a while, Qi Yan came back and found that Xi Zhao didn't go to bed anymore. Instead, he turned out a book from nowhere, lit the candle beside the bed, and was reading it quietly. I don't know what he is working hard, Qi Yan didn't dare to disturb him, silently bypassed Xi Zhao, crawled back to his position in the bed, covered it with a quilt, and prepared to continue sleeping.

The current relationship between Qi Yan and Xi Zhao is a bit strange, it is unpredictable, and it leaves the two of them in a fog.

Because there was a faint candle light, the lights flickered, and Qi Yan couldn't sleep either. He lay down for a long while, turned around, and faced Xi Zhao, saying: "Why don't you want me to Islam? I am not the one who avenges revenge. People, are you afraid that I will bite you back when I go back?"

"Why did you come to my Wulin League." Xi Zhao didn't give Qi Yan a look, and his voice was as pure as the night sky.

Qi Yan thought for a while, and said truthfully: "You tell me bad things about the Demon Cult. I'll let you clarify the rumors."

"When will I preach evil things?" Xi Zhao said in his old voice.

"You still don't admit it?" Qi Yan's small eyes stared: "I said that my demon sect is evil, and it's not yours who supported you Xi Zhao as the leader of the martial arts!"

Xizhao tilted his head, glanced at him indifferently, then brushed his hand, and the candlelight went out instantly.

Qi Yan stared at the man as if he didn't bother to care about him and went to bed, completely at a loss.

——What is going on here? Why is there such a sense that a wife wants to help her natal family and her husband is unwilling to see when discussing with her husband?

With a light sigh, Qi Yan stretched out his hand, pretended to hammer Xi Zhao a few times in the air, then retracted with a light hum, closed his eyes, and went to sleep!

A good night's sleep, the dream is full of smoke, as beautiful as a fairyland. Walking in the mist, I can't see any scenery, I just feel very floating, I can't dream strange dreams, and it is very helpful for sleep.

It seems that it was because it was getting up in the middle of the night, and Qi Yan did not wake up early the next day. When Xi Zhao was already dressed and washed, Qi Yan opened his eyes in a daze, looking at Xi Zhao who was neat and tidy, a little dazed.

Seeing that he was awake, Xi Zhao picked up a set of robe and white shirt and threw it over: "Put it on."

Qi Yan smacked his lips, picked up his clothes and took a look, then threw them aside in disgust: "I want to wear red."

Xizhao's indifferent gaze fell on his face: "If you don't wear it, there will be no."

"Um..." Qi Yan shrank and took back the crescent-white robe without spine. Under Xi Zhao's gaze, he went down to the ground: "There is no maid to serve me dressing?"

"Come by yourself." Xi Zhao said.

Qi Yan took a deep breath, accepting his fate, and began to put on his underwear and pants.

About a quarter of an hour later, Qi Yan dressed neatly, but he had new troubles again. Sitting in front of the dressing table, Qi Yan looked at his messy long hair, crying and turned his head to look at Xi Zhao.

"Call a maid to tie my hair."

Xizhao holding the scroll looked up at him and said, "There is no maidservant."

"...You martial arts leader doesn't even have a maid?!" Qi Yan didn't believe it: "Did you hide the maid?"

"What do I do with the maidservant." Xi Zhao really didn't understand his brain circuit. He sighed and stood up, came behind Qi Yan, and straightened his head: "I'll tie your hair."

"...You actually have your hair tied?!" Qi Yan stared at Xi Zhao in the round mirror, without receiving the slightest response from him.

The dignified leader of the martial arts, without a maid, and doing everything by himself, Qi Yan really doesn't understand what Xi Zhao is.

The long, silky hair is tied into a ponytail with a crown, which makes Qi Yan look extraordinarily heroic. Looking at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, Qi Yan began to stretch out his hand, rummaging through the cabinets.

Xizhao frowned: "What are you looking for?"

"Yufu Rouge." Qi Yan answered with confidence.

Although I don’t know what ‘Yu Skin Rouge’ is, I know that it’s something that women only have.

Xizhao said: "Where is the jade skin rouge."

Qi Yan rummaged for something, then sighed decadently.

"Hey, you really don't know how to take care of your skin." Qi Yan touched his cheek: "My little face, I haven't applied jade skin rouge for two days. I don't know if it will affect the touch. ."

Xizhao didn't speak to him, flicked his sleeves, went to the outer room, sat on the round stool, and started breakfast.

"Hey, breakfast is here!" Qi Yan walked over, sat next to Xi Zhao, picked up a piece of steamed cake with his chopsticks, and took a bite: "Well, it tastes good, but it's better than the magic crystal cake. It’s too far~."

Xi Zhao filled a bowl of porridge, chewed slowly, without saying a word; on the other hand, Qi Yan kept talking nonstop.

"You said you don't have a maid, then who was the breakfast meal just now? Huh, liar~."

"Your Wulin League chef is pretty good. Let me take it to the Demon Education for a few days, and let him teach our chef how to make this steamed cake?"

"Don't keep talking, you are so stingy. You let me take the cook back, and I will let my brother come and learn with you."

……

Xizhao perfectly interprets what it means to eat without words, and Qi Yan perfectly interprets what is talking.

Just as the two were eating energetically, an urgent voice suddenly came from outside.

"Leader! Demon Cult protector——Xuanwu, leading people to the Wulin League!"

At the end of the word, Xi Zhao paused with the chopsticks in his hand, and Qi Yan was also blank.

The cold stern gaze quickly swept towards Qi Yan, Nishi Zhaoyi grasped his wrist and pressed harder: "When did you send the letter?"

Qi Yan was in pain, and his mind was in a mess. After thinking for a long time, he murmured: "Before I was arrested into Xingchun Tower..."

——Could it be the flare for silver? ?