Apocalyptic Killings, I Who Love to Laugh Are Called Human Massacres

A cook who cannot forge a sword is not a good warrior! This is the mantra of a boy who loves to laugh. "Brother Su Che, why don't we go play in the back mountain? Don't be like your stinky daddy, who is so hard and ugly." "Okay, okay, okay, our little princess Ling'er, can you please go to the back mountain to dig out a bird's nest?" A young man with a smile on his face rubbed the girl's head lovingly. Hearing this, Xiao Nizi immediately pulled Su Che and ran away with a smile on her face. "Xiao Che's forging talent is excellent, but he and his junior sister are a bit too playful." "Don't be so anxious, isn't Xiao Che still a child?" Right where Su Che left, there were several strong men with tendons and a height of about 185cm. In front of them, a straight knife lay quietly. Although it had not been sharpened, the faint light on the blade showed that the knife was extraordinary. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.