The three worlds are frightened by this double-killing god. He can decide the world with one sword when he goes out, but he can't even boil a glass of milk when he comes home.
Yun Ci used his natal demonic fire to boil milk and blew up the kitchen. He boiled eight pots of milk and retorted: "Mortal milk is not worthy of my bloody demonic fire."
Ali took out a candy from his arms, licked it, and handed it to his mouth: "Uncle, this candy is not sweet."
People around him thought he didn't know how to eat.
Yun Ci paused, opened his mouth and ate.
Ah Li turned to Hao Qingyan and said, "Daddy!"
Yun Ci paused while chewing candy.
This god of death has since begun a long journey of "having to be my father"
