
Anime Crossover: Miko from Next Door Is Taken in by Sora
综漫:隔壁见子,被穹捡回家
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 1.5M Words
- Genre
- Fanfiction
- Subgenre
- Anime Fanfiction
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
576Chapters
13.4MReads
261.8kFlowers
10.0Score
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Seeing that the protagonist deliberately refused to give Miko the amulet just to see how scared she looked, I felt a little unhappy with the protagonist. It would be fine if there was no benefit, but the fact that the protagonist is just doing it for fun is a bit unacceptable. To be honest, this is a life-related matter. Are you using it for fun?
The sea is full of water, full of various ideological activities. I keep looking at the interface, skills, and weapons, and then I just analyze it. There are dozens of chapters, but the total useful content is less than one chapter.
Why are you thinking about this? There are too many words, and there are too many inner thoughts. Eighty tenths of a chapter are inner thoughts. There really isn't much plot.
If the situation in the title occurs, it is not the author's fault, because the author only adds refinement.
It's the same novel, with a lot of psychological descriptions, and the main character is a different person, and the author also added that Yukinoshita Yukino, the author must have put himself into it, *I'm shaking my head when I read it
Is there something wrong with Chapter 4 or 5 of casually breaking things? If you go up and finish it with one knife, just drag it there. The protagonist's combat power is also inexplicable. He has tens of millions of points and does not strengthen himself. He has 20,000 points of mystery, but he actually thinks that accumulating points will increase it faster. What is the logic of this? When you're fully strengthened, wouldn't it be faster to go up and slash the evil gods one by one than to kill the mobs? Who are you fooling by forcibly suppressing the combat power for such a non-intelligent reason? How can you write an outline so that the protagonist's combat power can be as good as a pretender? From no ability to explosiveness in one hundred chapters, and no change in another hundred chapters?
Is the protagonist too young to write? If a woman is so seductive, is she a man? Qiong has always wanted it, but there is nothing to take advantage of. Is it impotence, is it too young? I really don't understand, who are you pretending to be a gentleman?
Yanye is my goddess who just entered the second dimension. You put the world of Japan into it, but you said that Yanye had already experienced the ending of Hatchet ten years ago. Writing Yanye but not saving Yanye is like not saving Sakura in the fourth battle. It is unacceptable. I don't want to read it later, so I'll talk about it later. . .
What is the difference between ordinary people and normal authors and water gods? How to write water ordinary people: I put the battery into the flashlight Normal author's writing: I stuffed two AA batteries into the somewhat worn flashlight The Water God writes: Now, I have an old-fashioned flashlight in my hand. Holding it, I felt uneasy. I looked at it and found that, like other old-fashioned flashlights, it had a cover on the hip that could be opened by rotating. When I opened the lid, as I expected, I was speechless when I saw that it was empty inside. My brows furrowed tightly, and the feeling of wanting to commit suicide by throwing myself into a lake hit me from all directions. Because I was faced with a difficult choice - go downstairs and buy two batteries, or find two batteries at home. Where is life without trouble? Although it is daytime and I haven't had breakfast yet, as an old-fashioned flashlight, it does not have two batteries in it.
After reading more than ten chapters, I can only say that it is like a primary school student wishing to write down which hand he used to wipe his butt. He wrote all kinds of trivial things that have nothing to do with the main plot. What he did before going to bed, what time he went to bed, what time he woke up, then he washed up, had breakfast and so on, and then got ready for school xxxx. You can even use delicacy to describe this sea of diaries.