I originally thought I was a successful and excellent killer. Later, the facts told me that that was just what I thought...
I must ask every day, is the Dog Emperor dead today?
"Come here"
"What's wrong, Your Majesty? The little one is here!"
"Go to the imperial kitchen and get some pastries. I'm hungry."
"Okay, little one, let's go right away." He smiled on the outside, but felt embarrassed in his heart. If you don't have any legs, I won't be able to kill you when the time comes.
High-cold, mild-mannered and idiotic critics
I wrote this article purely to satisfy myself, so I'm sorry for the bad writing!
Intention: There is no conspiracy, only sweet love!