"Damn, are these people crazy?" she said, rubbing her red and swollen hands.
Suddenly, Leng Qingning recalled the thin figure she had just bumped into. The woman had just left the bookstore when the shopkeeper announced that the third volume of the book was out. Was it really a coincidence?
Then she pulled Yan Ci through the crowd around them and tried to squeeze into the bookstore again.
Suddenly, a hand came from somewhere and she was hit on the forehead with a big punch.
"It hurts, it hurts, my head feels dizzy..."
Watching the crowd around him pushing in with ferocious expressions, Yan Ci looked at Leng Qingning, who was rubbing her forehead, with disdain and said, "It's just a broken storybook. Are you guys making such a fuss?"
Leng Qingning froze in an instant, staring at him intently, and said solemnly as if grasping at a life-saving straw: "Yan Ci, this book is very important to me. It concerns my life and death. The last time I was pushed into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Abyss was because of this book..."
"Why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier?"
Yan Ci immediately put away his contemptuous look, and looked a little panicked. He pushed through the crowd rudely like a madman, grabbed her sleeve and squeezed into the bookstore. He waved his hand and threw the person who blocked his way out.
He didn't notice that the sleeve he was holding broke with a "crack". Looking at the missing piece of cloth on the sleeve, Leng Qingning was watching Yan Ci speechlessly as he squeezed into the bookstore holding a piece of cloth.
"Who is so rude?" people in the crowd cursed.
The monks around were very dissatisfied with Yan Ci's behavior, but when they saw his murderous eyes, they all became cowardly and cowardly.
Leng Qingning simply sat aside, took out a handful of melon seeds and started eating them, watching the farce with great interest.
I didn’t expect Yan Ci to be so good at snatching things. I just wonder who is better, him or those aunties who snatch discounted vegetables?
Seeing that there was only one book left on the shelf, everyone's eyes turned red. They rushed over angrily and grabbed it frantically. The library was suddenly crowded.
The library owner saw the mess of bookshelves being pushed around and said with great distress, "Be gentle, be gentle! My library is going to be destroyed!"
However, these people were already so obsessed with fighting that they were not willing to listen to what he said.
At this moment, a stream of spiritual energy suddenly exploded beside the shelf, and the monks who rushed over were immediately scattered by the spiritual energy like a stack of Arhats, piled up on top of each other, and fell down screaming.
Yan Ci and his other hand grabbed the book at the same time with great speed.
When they were knocked away, the monks pointed at Yan Ci and the blue-robed man with accusatory expressions and said, "You two have gone too far. This is an unfair victory!"
The person who grabbed the book at the same time as Yan Ci was a male cultivator wearing blue sect clothes, with a very handsome appearance and a slender figure. He was looking at him weakly. Perhaps the accusing gazes of the people around him were too strong. The male cultivator in blue was a shy person and his ears turned red.
Yan Ci glanced at the male cultivator and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He didn't expect that these immortal cultivation sects would actually accept monsters as disciples. Haven't these people in the cultivation world always been incompatible with monsters? Do those True Lords at the top of the sect really not know his identity? It's really interesting.
Perhaps Yan Ci's gaze was too dangerous, the male cultivator lowered his head timidly, and his hands relaxed a little.
"I want this book." Yan Ci took the book from his hand without saying anything, and then hid it in his sleeve in one go.
The young man didn't snatch the book from him. He knew that he was no match for the man in front of him. He could only stare at the book in his hand with eager eyes, and then said in a very good temper: "Since senior likes this book, it belongs to you. However, when you finish reading this book, can you let me borrow it for a while? Don't worry, I won't read it in vain. I will pay you with spirit stones and I will definitely return it to you after reading it."
While he was speaking, Yan Ci had already left with the book.
"Senior, I am Bai Xichen from the Zixia Sect..."
"Whether you are Bai Xichen or Hei Xichen, it has nothing to do with me."
Yan Ci was too lazy to continue entangled with this stupid tiger. As a tiger demon, he didn't have the slightest aura of a king, which was really a disgrace to the demon clan. He turned around and left. The stupid woman was still waiting for him outside.
Bai Xichen looked in the direction where Yan Ci left with eyes full of envy. The senior was indeed a senior, and the aura he exuded was so powerful.
Why hasn’t this guy come out yet? Leng Qingning was getting anxious as she waited outside.
Looking at the huge crowd coming out of the library, with Yan Ci holding a storybook in his hands, Leng Qingning's eyes lit up. Sure enough, Yan Ci had to take action. If it were her size, she would definitely be crushed by this group of big men.
"This is the book you wanted. Can such an ordinary book really decide your life or death?"
Seeing the sparkling light in the woman's eyes, Yan Ci opened the book with some doubt. The font was beautiful small regular script. He checked the texture of the paper several times and it was ordinary. There was no murderous formation or spell hidden in the book.
He cast a fireball spell and almost set the book on fire. Fortunately, Leng Qingning reacted quickly and snatched the book from his hand.
Yan Ci suddenly felt bored. It seemed that this was just an ordinary book.
He took another look and saw that it was an extremely ordinary, over-the-top book with extremely melodramatic content. Why were these people scrambling for such a bad book?
Leng Qingning was afraid that the little fellow would tear up the book if he got upset, so she explained, "You may not believe this, but everything in this book coincides with my own experiences. Every time a new book comes out, I will soon experience what is written in it."
"This time I was thrown into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Abyss because of another female disciple in the book. She instigated the crazy and servile dog beside her to harm me." She also found that her experience was highly consistent with that in the book after reading the notebook that Elder Bai handed her.
If she had known earlier, she should have started reading this book. Unfortunately, the new volumes of this storybook appear rather slowly. They are always released just before something is about to happen to her, leaving her no chance to react.
"So I've been wanting to find the Nanshan Tea Guest who wrote this book and get more clues. By the way, do you know if there are any people or demons in this world who have the ability to predict the future?"
Since it concerned the life and death of the stupid woman, he had to try hard to recall.
"I've never heard of anyone with the ability to predict the future, but I do know that in ancient times there was an evil demon who had the ability to travel through time and space, but he died a long time ago."
It seems that it is not this evil demon. Maybe she can ask someone else. Yan Ci has been sealed for five hundred years, and he is not clear about what happened on the continent during this period.
At this moment, a pale little face suddenly appeared in Leng Qingning's mind. Could it be her?
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