When a dragon king is quietly hidden in Kassel Academy, when a little dragon appears among a group of little dragons. Will the unfolded chessboard still be so smooth, will the abandoned clan still be penetrated by a spear in the abyss of hell? The wing feathers dance in the music and end in the rainstorm. Tell a huge lie and let hell be his cage... My name is Fu Nian, and they all call me the King of Earth and Mountains. When you see this sentence, I have already sucked this guy named Constantine. This book is also called 'Let go of the Painted Pears'. I was thinking about how big a monster is called a little monster. Can it be counted if it is less than a hundred meters?