After being reborn, he became the favorite of the dead enemy

Chapter 47
The shopkeeper became angry from embarrassment: "Go away, don't step on my floor if you don't have money to buy things!"

He stretched out his hand to push Zhaoyang, but there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and his whole body was pushed hard against the wall by a strong force.

The shopkeeper was in so much pain that before he could scream, someone grabbed his throat.

He looked into a pair of bloodshot, red, cold and cruel eyes in horror.

"Say what you just said again!" Pei Xuan paused every word, with a murderous intent.

"I, I..." The mouth of the tiger gradually tightened, making it difficult for the shopkeeper to breathe, and his old face turned red from holding back.

He desperately grabbed Pei Xuan's hand, trying to pull it down.

In the end, it was impossible to shake half a point.

The clerk and the other customers in the bookstore were scared pale by Pei Xuan's actions.

Zhaoyang didn't like that the shopkeeper's dog looked down on people, but he didn't think of killing him either.

"Ziyun, let go!" She grabbed Pei Xuan's wrist and shouted in a deep voice, "It's not worth killing someone like this!"

Although trampling such an ant to death is not a problem at all for the general who protects the country.

But Zhaoyang's current status does not allow her to get into too much trouble.

Pei Xuan patted her ass and returned to the capital, but she was the one who was forced to face her!
Zhaoyang's words made Pei Xuan let go, and the blood in his eyes slowly faded away.

Having narrowly escaped death, the shopkeeper slid down against the wall, his face pale.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Boheng also rushed over at this moment, his face was anxious when he saw this, "Really, did he bully you?"

"It's not just bullying, it's humiliation!" Pei Xuan spoke like ice.

When Zhao Boheng heard this, he threw the book in his hand to the counter, "Come on, he is not the only bookstore in the city, just change one, don't be angry!"

"Let's go." Pei Xuan turned her head and said to her, her tone was gentle and caring.

Such a voice made Zhaoyang's hair stand on end.

She thinks that Pei Xuan may be ill!

But Zhaoyang didn't show it on his face.

Pei Xuan made a move directly, Zhao Boheng's anger was written on his face, but Zhaoyang, who was underestimated by the shopkeeper, looked extraordinarily calm.

Zhao Boheng took Zhaoyang to the Zizai Bookstore opposite.

Zizai Bookstore is smaller than Moxuan Pavilion here, and the business is much worse.

The shopkeeper was a young man. When he saw the three of Zhaoyang coming in, he glanced at them lazily, and practiced cross-eyed lying on the counter: "On the left is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and on the right is a book of words. The only copy is mine."

Zhao Yang put the manuscript of the first volume of "Defying the Sky" in front of the young shopkeeper: "The shopkeeper accepts the script?"

Hearing the words, the young shopkeeper put down his index finger and didn't practice cross-eyed anymore. He looked at Zhaoyang in surprise: "You want to sell the book?"

"En." Zhaoyang pushed the manuscript in front of him.

The young shopkeeper picked it up and flipped through about ten pages at a glance, with surprise on his face: "Girl, who wrote this book? It's much more interesting than those legends of erotic ghosts today. I want it, how much money?"

"How does the shopkeeper want to buy?"

"Generally speaking, the books are sold on the book. Although yours is novel, I don't know if the customers like it. In this way, I will pay ten taels of silver?"

Zhaoyang shook his head: "I don't want to sell like this."

"Do you think the price is low?"

"Shopkeeper, if it's popular, you won't sell more than one copy, right?"

"What does that girl mean?"

"I want to share the profits from selling the chat books with the shopkeeper, four for you and six for you."

"Hiss, girl, you have a big appetite. What if no one wants to read it? I'll offer you twelve taels, which is already the highest price for a storybook."

"The shopkeeper also said that this story is novel, so he must have seen its potential? Otherwise, the shopkeeper would be so straightforward?"

The young shopkeeper looked at Zhaoyang, and he felt as if he had underestimated this girl.

(End of this chapter)