Surprise! Tyrant's Little Crybaby Went on a Killing Spree After Being Reborn - Chapter 564 - : Willing to Die for a Human Woman?

After the car accident, the modern loving couple Zhou Ying and Gu Chengrui both traveled through the full-level space.

Zhou Ying has become a broom star that everyone despises, and can’t even eat a dry mouth.

Gu Chengrui became a poor and violent rich man who was rejected by his family, but ignored his wife.

No one loves and loves two couples, so they decided to split up!

The new family is impoverished, and the family has four walls? Don’t be afraid, they have the space and wisdom to get rid of poverty and become rich in minutes.

It’s just that these days have just passed, and trouble has come to the door.

The family wants them to go back to be cows and horses? Don’t be shy, young couples unite the front, go back!

The old rival father and daughter of the clan, one wants to rob the recipe, the other wants to rob the person? The two rolled up their sleeves, and the front was just right!

Unexpectedly, the days finally stabilized, and the disaster that happened once in a thousand years came…

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A reader has been watching Hanyu for so many years and can’t help but revolt!

This is a Korean entertainment in my imagination, not a stallion, not a red palace. Korean entertainment that is as close to real life as possible

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I am a Snow Owl-Leopard Griffin and I do not have much to complain about my life, I have a great yet odd mother, live on floating fairytale islands filled with other flying creatures, magic and mysteries, but how did I end up in the arms of this rascal of a demon?!

When chased away from my homeland I have to grow strong fast or perish on the way before I can even learn how to fly properly, but thankfully destiny traces my way into the world of cultivating as I grow obsessed with the power pursuing such knowledge gives me.

Especially because I have people to save… and those to take revenge upon.

*Thinks cool phare while staring at the horizon, the wind brushing his clothes and hair, all serene and determination oozing off from his cool demeanor… except for the glimmering eyed demon staring at his side with yet another gift for his cold beauty.*

…I don’t have time for anything else, so take your gifts away you rogue demon!

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ML: Cold beauty, I bought you flowers!

MC: Uhum…*doesn’t take any*

ML: I bought us matching outfits lovely beauty!

MC: Uhum… *doesn’t change clothes”

ML: My king, I brought you to our chambers.

MC:Uhu- Wait, what? Daring rascal, scram!

~~~~Warning~~~~

Mature content including gore, explicit smut, swearing, relationship between men.

Enjoy~~ ~,^

PS. This is the second book of the series Reincarneted into a … but it can be read as a StandAlone.

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