Rita's stupid husband

When you suddenly laugh at your previous self for being so stupid, maybe it’s because you are growing up and maturing, right?

——Night Cat Wu Xin

"Eh? Do you want me to carry it all the time? It's too heavy..."

Xiaokong complained. He said that he might not be able to carry it. The old naughty boy patted him on the head and said to him: "You little brat, you have to back out just after making up your mind, right? I tell you, it's too late. .”

"This is just the beginning."

The old naughty boy vowed that he would use the simplest and crudest way to train Kuuga, and he was also confident that he would surpass the special training of the Valkyrie in destiny.

"I, I didn't give in! Just come as soon as you come!"

Xiaokong is also willing to go all out. He will never let others underestimate him. The old naughty boy smiled and said: "Okay, let's start now."

Then, he tied the Skyfire Great Sword to Xiaokong's body. Carrying it on his back, Xiaokong felt that his whole body was heavy, as if even walking was difficult.

"Good weight..."

When they came outside, the old naughty boy took Xiao Kong to Manchester's central square. It was very quiet there and no one would disturb their special training.

"See that lamppost in front of you?"

The old naughty boy pointed to the street light 50 meters away from them. Xiao Kong nodded: "Yes, I saw it."

"Let's compete now to see who can get there first."

"The loser gets a treat for pizza."

"what?"

After hearing this request, Xiao Kong was full of questions. He was carrying a big sword on his back. Isn't this too unfair?

"Ah, what? Let's start now! There will be no doubts about any requests I make from now on, do you understand?"

What else can I say? After all, I had already promised the old naughty boy and I would never go back on it. Xiao Kong could only nod his head and said: "I, I understand..."

"Listen to my command! When I count to 1, we will start running!"

So, the old naughty boy got ready to run, and Xiao Kong was also very serious.

Although the probability of winning is very small, it is not impossible. You have to try to know.

"5!"

"4!"

"1!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old naughty boy quickly opened his legs and rushed out. Xiao Kong opened his eyes wide when he saw this: "Huh?!"

Only then did he realize what he was doing, and he quickly started running, but with the big sword on his back, he couldn't keep up with the old naughty boy's speed. When he reached the finish line, he didn't even pass halfway.

"Oh, it's too slow, it's too slow, come again, come again."

The old naughty boy walked back to the starting point and repeated this process with Xiao Kong again and again. The result was obvious, Xiao Kong couldn't outrun him and was out of breath from exhaustion.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

"Old, Mr. Old Naughty Boy..."

"No, I really can't run anymore."

Xiaokong put his hands on his knees, and his physical strength had almost reached its limit, but the old naughty boy didn't look tired at all: "Okay, not bad, I'm satisfied if you have this determination."

"There will be more projects tomorrow. Keep working hard and strive to surpass me, you know?"

The old naughty boy was unusually serious. Kuuga nodded obediently and said with a smile: "Come on, I'm going to treat you to pizza! Keep carrying the sword on my back and don't take it off, do you hear me?"

"You heard me, I won't take it down."

So, the two of them bought three 9-inch pizzas, and after returning home, they sat together and ate while watching cartoons. Xiao Kong ate quite a lot and developed an appetite. This was the first time he tasted pizza.

After eating the pizza, the old naughty boy lay on the bed and fell asleep without knowing it. Xiao Kong came to the outside of the scrap yard alone, took down the big sword, held the hilt with both hands and tried to lift it up, but the result was still the same. He wasn't strong enough to lift it now.

"I must become stronger..."

"Then, use this power to protect Rita..."

The Herrscher's personality was once again shattered by the young man's consciousness. His feelings were too simple and not as complex as others'. This strong attachment to his beloved made the Herrscher's personality difficult to control.