When I woke up with a fright, I went straight into a fairy tale book.
Then I... Directly welded a smiling mask to my face. My goal in life was very pure: squatting in every corner and eating CP crazily, and eating all the candies in the book.
I consider my lurking skills to be perfect. I can hide behind trees, squat on roof beams, pick up corners of walls, and eat melons without showing my head.
I never expected that when I peeked at the entire sugar-eating operation, the owners could clearly see it.
Over.
Originally I just wanted to be a quiet passerby, but the plot forced me to join in the fun.
All kinds of grievances came to my door one after another, and a good dungeon copy suddenly turned into a large-scale social death scene for me.
Intention: Watch other people's affairs, but also write your own world