Wang Er-dog hummed a nursery rhyme in his mouth: If I like it, I will hold it, kiss it if I like it, and let me chop it if I like it. After that, he came to one of them with an axe and spat foam on the axe.

"Hey!" With a roar, an axe goes down...

"Mom, this axe is so dull that it keeps chopping away." Wang Erdog grieved.

Lu Jiao scolded, "Didn't you tell me that chopping is sharp? Cut a few more knives and cut at one place, you can always cut it off."

Wang Er-Dog believed it and cut off his thighs. After that, he...