It is the travelogue of the little blue dragon Lin Huan in the special world of Teyva.

This is also the little blue dragon Lin Huan's unspeakable thoughts about a certain gentleman.

It is also the little blue dragon Lin Huan's deep love for this world, the place where she lives, and her hometown.

She also wants to give her husband much, much more love.

Everything she deeply loves...her stories, her friends, and everything around her...want to be protected forever

Although before the end, let's drink today...

But...love is that pair of hands that stretch out tremblingly, then retract cautiously, and let go without a trace.

Now that I have met a gentleman, how can I not be happy?

Now that I have met such a gentleman, how can I not be happy?

Her story began five hundred years ago

She is a fairy on earth, and also a person in the fairyland.

Everything she deeply loved stayed there, solidified in her memory, shining with light... But time, like a torrent, would not stop because of her attachment. However, no matter how sad or difficult it was, it was not enough for her to indulge in pain and stay where she was.

The core driving force of the Eye of the Wind God is obsession, which is to keep moving forward despite the obsession in the heart.

She misses, but also moves forward.

Just like the man she loved deeply

(This is a collaborative work, not a single person's work, and no AI was used.)

(Contains elements of military, physics, red beans, and stars, etc., watch with caution)

(This book is also known as: Even the Azure Archives have the privilege of playing the entire S3 season, The Iron Will of the Prison Dream, and The Redemption of the Lost God)

Childhood dreams are precious.

Childhood dreams are fragile.

When the "dream" dies, the shattered "reality" will also return.

"Fate" deviates from its predetermined trajectory, and the "canvas" is stained with gray and white.

What would your "choice" be?

......

"Here's a choice: 5.45, 5.56, 7.62, 12.7, .20 Remington, .50 CMP, white phosphorus shot, slug rounds, or dragon's breath rounds?"

Meng grabbed a handful of gleaming yellow ammunition and scattered it on the ground, staring with emotionless gray-green eyes at the Caesar minions crawling on the ground, trembling.

"7...7.62"

Meng pressed the button on her left hand.

"Okay, 776.2mm caliber intercontinental ballistic missile, tactical special nuclear warhead, rapid fire 30 rounds."

"???"

As Caesar watched the long trail of flame stretch across the sky above Kivotos, his CPU crashed.

Only then did he understand the true meaning of the shattered halo above Meng's head.

"Devil! You are the real devil!!"

"hehe..."

Meng slowly turned and left.

"Am I... not someone you created yourself...?"