There's a Murderer Living Inside Me

I, Li Zhao, the eldest son of the Li family, am seventeen years old, with a chaotic and useless body and no cultivation. The fiancée is the seventh princess of the current dynasty. She is extremely talented and sought after by thousands of people. Today she sent someone to break off the engagement. In front of a house full of guests, she said that I was not good enough for her. I looked down at the broken stone in my hand and sighed. Then I changed my soul and went into business. My right eye is silver and my left eye is pitch black. Half of my face was sneering, and the other half was smiling playfully. I talk to myself alone. "Pull out his tongue?" "No, no, no, no. The old man is celebrating his birthday, which is unlucky." "Then take off your arm?" "Why are you so violent? You can scare me." The prince across from me peed when I picked him up. All the guests looked at me like I was a monster. My father was in tears. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that. There is a killing god living in my body, his name is killing. I call him - another me. We share a body and for five years he has been teaching me: When you are spanked, you must fight back, and the slap in the face must be loud. Today, the first slap is over. There is still a queue waiting at the back. One sentence summary: Others are golden fingers, but I have an ancestor living in my body. Two souls, one body, specialized in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction.