Legend has it that there is a fish in the North Sea, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that it can't be thousands of miles away. It turned into a bird, and its name was Peng. The Peng's back is thousands of miles away.
Legend has it that there is a sacred tree in the East, which blooms every eight thousand years and bears fruit every eight thousand years. The tree has lush shade and blocks out the sun. A dragon saw it and thought it was a good place to cool down and sleep, so he curled up in the branches of the tree every day. People passing by were very surprised and shouted "Look! A curled up dragon! A curled up dragon!"
I felt my heart fluttering, so every time I passed a big tree, I couldn't help but search carefully near the branches.
It's a pity that I am just a little snake in the countryside. I have never seen the world, nor have I seen such things as sacred birds, sacred trees, or men from the dragon tribe.
On the contrary, in my territory, I met a little fairy who worked beside the old fairy.
If I had known that in the next hundred years of snake life, I would be involved in several bad relationships with this little god, then I would not have known him when he killed me.
But how can fate allow you to be willful? A pair of hands that can change everything, only playing with me and him on the fingertips for a hundred years.
Concept: A little snake that encountered a misfortune, in order to repay the little shepherd boy for saving his life, had to hitch a ride on his own century-old snake to repay the favor. Amid the many twists and turns and crises, where will the pointer of fate point? Is the world you see the real world, and are all your persistence worth it?