"Lin Feng, sign it. Now you are not even qualified to see Qingyue's back."
The mother-in-law threw the divorce agreement on the table, her eyes seemed to be looking at a pile of garbage that could not be swept away.
Lin Feng didn't look up, and was slowly selecting a few fresh rapeseeds in his hand.
Indeed, Su Qingyue is now the "Frost God of War", the idol of the entire Daxia. And what about him? After three years of marriage, I have been working around the cooking pot every day. Apart from doing laundry and shopping for groceries, I don't seem to have any skills.
The whole city was waiting for Su Qingyue to get rid of this "stain".
But no one saw that the ordinary bowl of pork rib soup that Su Qingyue drank every day contained the backbone of a long-extinct ten-thousand-year-old dragon; the cool mat she slept on was actually the skin of an ancient ferocious beast that could devour gods and demons.
On the day when hundreds of tribes outside the territory tore apart time and space, and the ten beast kings turned Jiangzhou City into a slaughterhouse, Su Qingyue fought until her armor was broken, and her eyes were full of despair.
Lin Feng finally sighed, neatly stacked the washed rapeseed on the plate, and picked up the black iron kitchen knife that had been used to cut potatoes into shreds for three years.
"I originally wanted to eat soft food in peace, but why do you have to force me to cook?"
He walked out of the city gate and waved his knife lightly.
At that moment, the sky shattered like a mirror, and millions of aliens instantly turned into powder.
The whole world suddenly became quiet.
