A sense of helplessness and frustration welled up inside me.

Shen Jiao felt a lump in her throat, her eyes reddened, and her voice was soft as she uttered two words that conveyed a thousand unspoken thoughts.

“Ji Yan…”

"You actually know my lousy name? I haven't heard it in ages."

The young tyrant turned his head to look at her, and despite his dangerous situation, he still maintained an attitude of "I'm the most awesome."

Because of this, Shen Jiao forced back her tears.

Ji Yan's voice was weak: "So you can speak. I thought you were just a mute demon with little cultivation."

Shen Jiao: "..."

The burly man assumed that the seventh prince had been abused and had gone mad, talking nonsense and rambling on.

Ji Yan glanced at Shen Jiao, spitting blood as casually as spitting saliva, and said softly, "Just you wait and see, when I come out, they will all die."

After saying that, he was slapped across the face by the burly man.

Another burly man scoffed, "A fool's dream."

...

Shen Jiao couldn't understand how the young tyrant, who was so weak that even a three-year-old child could crush him, could regenerate at full health as soon as he touched a weapon and then go on a killing spree.

From the moment Ji Yan killed the first person, the lively and peaceful atmosphere suddenly turned solemn.

He wielded his knife against the alluring demons who had crawled up from hell with ease, as if chopping cabbages.

The crowd went from haughtily cursing to threatening and bribing, and finally trembled with fear, kneeling and begging for mercy. The scene was chaotic, like a group of rats with nowhere to run.

Shen Jiao discovered it.

Those who cry the most will be stabbed a few more times by the young tyrant, while those who curse him with curses that he deserves a terrible death and is a vile and filthy thing will be given a quick and painless end with a smile.

He had probably been holding back for too long.

I finally went crazy from holding it in.

Shen Jiao watched as the surroundings gradually turned red, the nauseating stench of blood filling the air, irritating her nostrils, and staining her vision.

A tear fell, and she woke up from her dream to see the tyrant standing by her bedside.

He frowned, his cold fingertips forcefully touching the corner of her eye. "Go to sleep, why are you crying?"