My name is the God of Death, a handsome guy who makes people love each other, drive with flowers and see a flat tire.
He is also a top killer and mercenary, and his marksmanship is like a god. No one can survive from my hands. My movement skills are weird, I can come and go freely in the hail of bullets, and no one can hurt me.
It can be said that the sun is at its peak, killing people like hemp, as if they are carefree.
Until I got an arrow in the knee...
"Dad, stop fantasizing, let's eat." Chen Xiaomeng looked at her sleeping father and said loudly.
"Oh~ Got it." Chen Xingyu took away the newspaper and slowly walked towards his daughter.
The above is all nonsense from me. If you feel that the content does not match, don't blame me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
