Surprise! Tyrant's Little Crybaby Went on a Killing Spree After Being Reborn Chapter 402: B*tch, You Actually Lied to Me

Chapter 402: B*tch, You Actually Lied to Me

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Song Lingyun heard the familiar voice and looked up at the ‘ghost lady’ in front of her.

Now that she had taken a closer look, she was surprised to discover that Song Lanyue’s ghost wasn’t there. It was clearly Shen Yaowei!

“You wretched woman, you deceived me!” Song Lingyun realized her slip of the tongue only then. Enduring the pain from the fall, she quickly got up from the ground and rushed towards Shen Yaowei with determined steps.

Shen Yaowei watched Song Lingyun’s actions with a cold death wish. She stood rooted to the ground and had no intention of dodging.

At this moment, Shen Yifeng, who had been hiding outside the door, rushed in and kicked Song Lingyun to the ground.

Song Lingyun was kicked in the back of her waist and was in so much pain that she saw stars. Her palm was scratched by the rough ground, and she subconsciously shouted, “You siblings can’t hit me. I’m your elder!”

Shen Yaowei took a deep breath and clenched her fists tightly. She didn’t stop until her nails dug into her palms.

The sharp pain calmed her down. Otherwise, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to suppress the killing intent in her heart and would rush straight to the palace to kill that dog, His Majesty!

Her remaining rationality suppressed the anger in her heart. Her father and brothers kept appearing in her mind, as well as J unhan. She tried her best to restrain herself.

“Brother, don’t kill her yet.” Shen Yaowei sat down at the table and turned her back, unwilling to look at Song Lingyun’s disgusting face.

“Mm.” Shen Yifeng’s face darkened as he responded gloomily. Then, he pressed Song Lingyun’s mute acupuncture point and raised his hand to break the index finger of her left hand.

Song Lingyun was covered in cold sweat like a dying fish. She panted heavily and almost fainted from the pain.

Shen Yifeng looked at her coldly. Before she fainted, he raised his hand and gave her a loud slap.

Song Lingyun was beaten awake, and then another finger was broken.

Crack, crack, crack.

The strange sound of bones cracking echoed in the air. 15 minutes later, all the bones in Song Lingyun’s limbs were broken. She couldn’t take the torture anymore and fainted.

“I’ll bring Song Lingyun to the private residence first and find a guard to keep an eye on her to prevent anything from happening. Yaoyao, don’t tell Father and Third Brother about this yet. We’ll talk about it when we have concrete evidence.” Shen Yifeng walked forward and looked at Shen Yaowei with concern.

“I understand. One day, I’ll make Huo Yuntian suffer a fate worse than death. 1’11 make him kneel in front of Mother’s memorial tablet day and night to repent for his sins.” Shen Yaowei forced these words out of her mouth, her eyes filled with killing intent.

“Okay. 1 see that you’re not in a good mood today. Why don’t you go to the Imperial Preceptor’s residence tomorrow?” Shen Yifeng looked at Shen Yaowei worriedly.

Shen Yaowei shook her head. “I’ve already agreed with my fellow disciples in the Imperial Preceptor’s residence that 1 have to go tonight. Brother, go back to the residence first.”

In the past few days, there have been signs of ghost race activities everywhere in the capital. As a member of the Imperial Preceptor’s residence, she insisted on patrolling every day and tried her best to protect the safety of the innocent citizens.

Seeing that Shen Yaowei insisted, Shen Yifeng couldn’t persuade her anymore. He could only nod and leave.

Shen Yaowei changed out of her mother’s belongings and put on a dark red outfit again. She stood up and went straight to the Imperial Preceptor’s residence.

At midnight, on the long street.

The moonlight elongated the figures of a man and a woman on the street. The two of them walked slowly forward in silence.

Yao Qingyi felt the silence in the air and couldn’t help but look at Shen Yaowei beside her.

Today, Shen Yaowei came to the Imperial Preceptor’s residence too late. At that time, they had already drawn their lots, so Shen Yaowei naturally became his teammate.

Yao Qingyi looked at Shen Yaowei and then at the Brilliant Fire Sword at her waist.

This time, Shen Yaowei couldn’t ignore Yao Qingyi even if she wanted to.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Yao Qingyi. “Senior Brother Yao, why don’t you just say it?”

Seeing Yao Qingyi scratch his head in embarra.s.sment, Shen Yaowei didn’t understand what he was up to..