I, the best salty fish in the world, can vomit three times in ten minutes when I turn on the mecha.
After becoming the cannon fodder of the God of War Huo Tingting, my only dream was to get divorced, run away, and retire in a low-key manner.
Seeing that he was going to bring Destiny's daughter back to spend the night, I decorated the master bedroom into a fairy castle overnight, wishing that they would be together forever.
Unexpectedly, when this man kicked open the door, his first sentence was:
"Why did you only get 59 points in the mecha class back then?"
My mouth is faster than my brain: "Because the perfect score is 60, I will let you."
The memory of the dead suddenly attacked me - the victim I was pressing on the ground and rubbing, seemed, seemed, to be Huo Tingting himself? !
Now, he is the God of War in Megatron, and I am recognized as a weakling.
Looking at his increasingly scarlet eyes, I understood.
I'm afraid this marriage won't work out.
Yes, we agreed to provide a low-key pension for the elderly, but you have to force me to go back to my old career and engage in some military industry.
