Return to the Milky Way

When Meng Xiaoxing was a child, she dreamed of riding fast, wielding a whip, wielding a sword, and becoming a free and unrestrained knight-errant. However, when she looked back, behind her were the piles of corpses of her old friends, piles of bones, and she was already standing at the top of the royal power where all the people were kneeling. The great spring and autumn dream of fighting horses and swords when I was young finally woke up in the yellow sand raised by iron hoofs. If it happened again, Meng Xiaoxing would probably choose from the beginning to throw away her sword and raise her butcher knife! Kill them all! [Ancient words about fighting for hegemony + serious drama + idle writing when I was young, non-mainstream cool writing, niche writing style, don't join if you don't like it]