Chapter 13180 — Hand Over the Ancient Tome You Just Bought

Wei Zhao tilted his head. "And what if I don't?"

"Don't?"

Jiang Liu burst out laughing. "Our Taiping Book Market may not be any great power, but it's not a place where just any stray cat or dog can come barging in and throw its weight around."

"Young master, when you're out in the world, I'd advise you to know when to be sensible—save yourself some unnecessary hardship."

As he spoke, his aura bore down upon Wei Zhao in full, and the entire Taiping Book Market lent its strength to his.

As the overseer of this place, ...

The oppressive force shrouded the whole sky and pressed down from above; even the defensive light-shield of Fire Turtle City began to tremble violently.

"Think it over? What's there to think over! Nanny, I know the Wen clan sent this word over hoping I'd step forward—I know full well she means to use me. But if I don't get to the bottom of this, the fire in my heart won't die down!" Li Shi lifted her foot and strode out.

Still, Geng Gege felt it more reliable to send Qiuling to Natural Picture Studio to sound out what Consort Wen meant.

For a long while he could not react, his eyes fixed dead on her where she lay on the ground, drenched in blood, without so much as a blink.

In Shang Kexin's room, the golden hairpin locked in the cabinet gave off a faint silvery glow, flickering and pulsing like breathing, and then the butterflies' gold-thread wings twitched.

Only a true Demon Emperor could once again truly command the ten thousand demons scattered across this plane world.

The bloodline imprint broke out of its cocoon: a passive-type spell skill, it transformed into a ring of blue radiance drifting within Vitruvius's long river of bloodline.

And her state at this moment was entirely that of Han Momo—her gaze, her manner of speech, and her emotional state.

"Hey, call your sister again. She's a minor and she's driving—if the traffic police catch her, that's no small matter." Yun Bai still had not forgotten about Lin Xinyi, who was not yet of age.

He then inquired in detail about the injuries of Yan Lie and Yan Ning, and ordered the imperial physicians to report on their condition daily.

Before long she stepped onto the stage. Kim Taeyeon no longer wore that look of disbelief from earlier, yet she still stared fixedly at Xia Zhe. Someone naturally noticed her odd behavior, but paid it no mind.

Yan Mingde turned and took a wooden box from the guard behind him. "Your Majesty, at the battle of Yuyang Pass, we have fortunately not failed your command—the head of the Northern Yan sovereign is here." With that, he bowed his head and raised both hands.

"Then let's go! I'll take you home first." Hua Gongshe said at once, heading toward where the car was parked.

"That way Jing Shu will have to raise the child alone, living a lonely life." Xiao Shunmei said anxiously.

Or perhaps someone had boldly ganged up on a lone rebel, and as the rebel fell, the torch in his hand traced an arc through the air.

"Let's rest a bit, then go buy some New Year goods. Last year we spent New Year's in a hospital in Shencheng—after all these years, this is the first time we'll be home for it!" Hearing Hu Xian's words, Liu Ziqi thought for a moment and said with a smile.

The crowd grew even more clamorous—and there was even a scandalous rumor in it; this was too entertaining. Murong Yun's face instantly turned very ugly, and she glared hatefully at the bedraggled Mo Qianlan in the arena.

The next moment, Six-Ears swung the staff in his hand and brought it down straight on his opponent's head; the void shattered, and Six-Ears appeared right before the man from the Qingping Sword Sect.

Lin Xiaomo was nearly bewitched by his pitiful look, and only with difficulty recovered her reason.

In this life Lü Qingyang had learned nothing else, but soul-seizing dream entry he had mastered thoroughly. Holding a black bell, he waved it at Yu Feifan and muttered something under his breath; Yu Feifan's gaze gradually went vacant.

Su Han looked carefully: the empress's gaze was fixed on one spot, blank and unfocused, supported by Aunt Du, her face expressionless—she did not even glance at Qi Shan during the bowing of husband and wife. Had her eyes not still blinked twice, Su Han truly would have thought the empress had breathed her last.