Surprise! Tyrant's Little Crybaby Went on a Killing Spree After Being Reborn

116 Huo Junhan! You B*stard!

The first thing that came into view was the dilapidated roof, its beams still cobwebbed.

The unfamiliar environment shocked Shen Yaowei, and she subconsciously turned her head to look elsewhere.

The surrounding environment proved that this must be a dilapidated temple, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. A woman’s figure was curled up on the ground not far away, making desperate cries.

“Don’t kill me, please…”

In front of the figure stood a figure with its back facing Shen Yaowei.

The old black clothes had a few holes in them, and under the holes were hideous wounds so deep that the bones could be seen. Her long, black hair was tied slightly with black rope. She was thin and weak, but she still exuded a bloodthirsty killing intent that seemed to come from hell.

It was as if the God of Slaughter was alive.

Unable to figure out what was going on, Shen Yaowei moved her body slightly and realized that something was wrong with her body.

She raised her hand to her eyes, and her pupils dilated.

What greeted her was a white, furry kitten claw. Its fleshy cushion was clean and pink, and it looked like it had been carefully taken care of.

“Meow…” When she opened her mouth, it was also a delicate meow. Shen Yaowei covered her face with her kitten claws in despair.

What was going on?

How did she become a kitten?

“Huo Junhan, you can’t kill me. I’ve been raising you and taking care of you for the past few years. Without me, you would have starved to death on the streets…” The woman lying on the ground continued to cry and beg for mercy.

Shen Yaowei heard Huo Junhan’s name and suddenly looked over.

The young man, with his back to her, raised his sword and brought it down nimbly.

He cut off one of the woman’s arms.

Immediately, the woman screamed in pain, followed by vicious curses.

“Huo Junhan! You’ll die a horrible death! You’re born an ominous b*stard. Sooner or later, you’ll suffer retribution…”

Shen Yaowei opened her blue eyes and looked at the bloody scene in front of her. She subconsciously wanted to run to Huo Junhan to take a look, but she realized that there was a rope around her neck that imprisoned her in place.

“Heh…” A low, disdainful laugh escaped the young man’s lips. As he raised his hand again, another arm of the woman was severed.

The woman was in so much pain that she couldn’t even cry out. She could only pant violently and look at the young man in front of her with terrified eyes.

Blood spurted onto her fair face, making her dark eyes look like they were condensed from the night. The light of pleasure dancing in them shocked the woman even more. “No wonder the Empress wanted to strangle you with her own hands the moment you were born. You’re a cold-blooded monster.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Huo Junhan’s voice had a clear and pleasant quality, unique to a young man, like snow flowing on a high mountain. “I’ll send you to reunite with my mother now.”

Before he could finish, another silver light slashed past.

This time, it was the woman’s head that was cut off.

Huo Junhan kicked the head away and turned around as he wiped the blood off his sword with his sleeve.

A happy smile hung on his handsome, blood-stained face. His dark eyes were curved with laughter, but there seemed to be a black fog lingering in his eyes that couldn’t be dispersed. It was impossible to tell if he was really happy or if there were other emotions.

He looked at most 11 or 12 years old. The young man’s meandering appearance was already impossible to look away from. He was like a mandala blooming on the shores of hell. He was beautiful and enchanting, but he also exuded absolute evil and danger.

That face was clearly a miniature version of Huo Junhan.