The Mad God of Murder Insists on Being My Dad

The twin gods of slaughter, feared throughout the Three Realms, can settle the world with a single sword when they leave home, yet can’t even boil a cup of milk when they return. Yun Ci uses his natal demonic flame to boil milk, blowing up the kitchen. After burning eight pots, he still insists, “Mortal milk isn’t worthy of my bloodfiend flame.” A Li pulls a candy from her pocket, licks it, and holds it to his lips. “Uncle, this candy isn’t sweet.” Everyone around them assumes he won’t eat it. Yun Ci pauses, then opens his mouth and eats it. A Li turns and throws herself into Hao Qingyan’s arms. “Daddy!” Yun Ci’s chewing stops for a moment. From then on, this god of slaughter embarks on a long journey of “insisting on becoming my dad.”