Ultraman Tiga: Playing Tregear, Exposed by Reba

Super awesome, super awesome It's super good-looking, but it's just not finished. I can't say it's not finished. The plot is really tense and exciting, but the author has some problems at the end and can only finish it hastily. I really recommend it, but the ending is a bit unsatisfactory. It's okay. The author said that it will be restarted later. I really want to cry. This book is really super good. I look forward to its update every time. If you are interested, you can read it.

It looks good, I hope it has a single heroine or no heroine [Like][Like][Like]

It looks good, I hope it doesn't involve any romance.

It's a very interesting story, but there are a few shortcomings. One is that he plays Tregear but uses his real name before time travel. The other is that Taiga is arranged to "fall in love at first sight" with Reba (although her transformation into a human body is also quite interesting). The third is that it ends too fast and is caught off guard.

How about writing it as a double male protagonist? Taylor would be pretty good [thoughts]

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Her outstretched hand trembled slightly, and tears shone in the corners of her eyes. The hoarse voice murmured: "Please... Turn it over." A woman was lying weakly on the bed, her face looking pale. There was a slight smile on his lips. Her outstretched hand trembled slightly, and tears shone in the corners of her eyes. The hoarse voice murmured: "Please... Turn it over." A woman was lying weakly on the bed, her face looking pale. There was a slight smile on his lips. Her outstretched hand trembled slightly, and tears shone in the corners of her eyes. The hoarse voice murmured: "Please... Turn it over." A woman was lying weakly on the bed, her face covered ★

I haven't seen Tregear, I've only seen the clip: wearing half black and half white clothes and saluting

I didn't feel satisfied after staying up late to read this book. I searched through all Tregchia's books and found that this one was the best [face covering]

I want to read the cp article by Lao Tuo and Taylor. If the author really can't write it, you can ask Fatty to say more. I'd love to read it. A hodgepodge of Ultras is actually fine, and it would be a lot of fun.

This book feels very good. Although I play the role of Tregear, the name of the human body is not the name in the tokusatsu drama, but the role is quite similar. At least I think it is quite interesting. Of course, if possible, I hope that if this is re-opened in the future, it is best to have no heroine, or at least it will be a single heroine. No harem story, please!