Pokémon: the Bloody Future

The book review area is still completely silent. Anyone who criticizes, recommends books, makes suggestions, or urges for updates is welcome. If you really can't do it, just post a punctuation comment. It's so quiet that it seems to be haunted. If there is no response, the author will immediately send a socialist bomb to express condolences. Long live the funny (by the way, there is no funny in the emoticons, it's intolerable).

So pretty.

5555? The author pays the penalty! You pay my holy Arceus! You stay with me! 5555?

No Ash and Pikachu

Is it Eternal Foam? I haven't watched it yet.

It's so beautiful that I was fascinated by it.

Post it quickly, post dozens of chapters

I haven't spoken to anyone for a long time, and there probably won't be many people around anymore. I don't have that kind of hope. When I first wrote the essay, I was still a junior high school student about to take the high school entrance examination, and now I have entered university. The vicissitudes of life are astonishing. It used to be said that it would be updated every year, but now on average there are only a few chapters updated every year. I have no plans to give up for the time being, but the real goodbye is often without saying goodbye. Maybe one day in the future, I will never update again. At this time, you can use a sentence: "Wait as if he will update the next second, live as if he will never update again." Just smile. The greatest, most magical, fairest and most ruthless thing in the world is time. Geniuses like Confucius sighed when he was still on the river: "The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night." As a mortal, although I am confused, I have to marvel at the magic of time. Looking through the words I have written, I will find that I have had so many childish and interesting thoughts, that I have loved an anime or a game so eagerly and simply, and that I have had such an excessive desire to create. Sometimes I read the first sixteen and half of the seventeenth chapter at night. Although to some extent they are unbearable to read, I will read them over and over again with pleasure, just like an old man recounting the foolish things he did when he was young, or a fallen flower looking back at the youth he has passed through. That's the magic of time. My story has no outline. A few years ago I was very ashamed to think about it, but now it doesn't matter because there is no outline in life. Although we all say that art is the refinement of life, I think life itself is the highest art. But it's really shameless to excuse myself like this, just for a smile. To a certain extent, Xiaozhe's story is also my story. Although I have never experienced the explosion in Shuangye Town, the death of Chiri, the fire in Yinyu City, or Xiaoyao's love, nor do I know any mythical beasts, nor have I ever been a high-ranking official. I am just a mortal, but I have personally experienced the change in Xiaozhe's thoughts. For almost everyone, as we grow older, the world in our eyes becomes bigger, broader, and more real. Growth is a process toward reality. This process is shared by everyone. So last year I wanted to continue writing and write a growth story. Naturally, this story is not finished, because at least for a few decades, I have to continue to grow. What stories I would have written if I still had the heart at that time, but I cannot predict now. I originally planned to write about the Michaeli Cup this time, which is the end of the second chapter. It may be a few years before I write again. At that time, I couldn't imagine what the scene was like. Maybe it's like Bian Zhilin's poem: "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs." Just smile.

Update soon!

It's either that it doesn't look good or that the main character isn't Ash! ! ! ! !