What? Are you kidding me if you ask me to accompany the God of War for seven lifetimes? That's the God of War.
I just want to be quiet, trembling, diligent, and honestly be a worker of the red thread fairy in the heaven. Who can tell me what is going on with this man who recommends himself as a pillow? You tell me that this little weakling is the God of War? That's great, I'm so happy.
"Sir, let me massage your legs," said the man who was regarded as a "weak chicken".
Hey, hey, I'm so happy and so happy, you also have today.
