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Don't say no one dares to point a knife at him! Even less dare to injure him in the slightest!
Ling Tian'ao's finger hooked slightly, tracing a line across his neck, his fingertip covered with fresh red blood.
"You're serious?!" Ling Tian'ao's voice suddenly dropped.
Looking up at the woman in front of him, he put his fingertip into his mouth and swallowed the blood on it.
Xia Zhisu was startled by his action, her hand trembling slightly.
"I won't fight back! Go on! If you have the guts, slit my throat," Ling Tian'ao tilted his head back.
He wore an expression of complete resignation.
"Come on, do you have to go this far? I just want a few books!" Xia Zhisu dared not actually slit his throat.
"Right, just for a few books, you've even drawn my blood," Ling Tian'ao said with a smirk on his lips.
Which was nothing short of chilling.
"I..."
"Fine! Since you're so ruthless! This young master will tell you where your books are."
"Really!" Xia Zhisu was ecstatic.
