Dragon Tea Party

I am a dragon. I'm very ordinary. I run for my life every day in this damn evil plane. Occasionally I will be summoned by mages from other planes to help them with some small favors. They love to chat with me, often leave strange messages, and even hold tea parties in my garden regularly. Most of the time I can't read it back, I'm too busy. After all, I have to fight, run for my life, learn magic, plant flowers, and find my long-lost mother. Until one day when I was fighting, the opponent chanted a spell and a bunch of ugly creatures came over. With a slip of my hand, I summoned the first one in this plane... The mage. The holy light blinded me. Could this bright mage with his own sun be the little blond mage who was scared to tears by a few mere wolf monsters? ... This great lich who calls himself the Scourge of the Undead is really the black magic apprentice who slept under my wings because he was too afraid of the cold? What are they talking about? Oh, I heard you clearly. "Dear Lord Long, we have been waiting for this day to fight side by side with you for too long!" [Food Guide] 1. The Western Fantasy Dragon is a good civilization. 2. Protagonist dropped from heaven·lively, happy and fluffy Western fantasy dragon x nameless chaos·dark and damp white-haired male ghost, 1v1, he. I will always watch you. Jpg 3. The writing method is to be determined (it may be the first-person perspective of the copywriter). Mission: Believe in love and freedom.