Miss Dryad planted her body on the capital star of the Ross Empire a hundred years ago.
Then, she happily wandered around the universe for a hundred years, trying new operations in a desperate attempt. However, she encountered an interstellar space-time storm. Finally, Ms. Dryad dragged her dead branches and leaves and fled back to the capital star, hoping to take a breath of her true body to save herself...
Miss Dryad: mmp! When did my tree become yours?
The Imperial Marshal stroked the tree trunk contentedly, silently taking care of his little baby, and smiled as he looked at the dazzling flower tree that he had raised.
Reading guide
1 sweet article
2Uncertain updates
3 Logic is dead