You may not believe it, but I am a hero.
But I'm not that anymore.
As a hero, I joined the Phantom Troupe, and it was really like the wind and the sun.
The waves behind the Yangtze River beat the waves in front, and each generation becomes more and more waves.
The red clown twists his waist and licks the poker, the long straight black beauty is a man, the dark back hair turns into a gentleman, the green little frog is looking for his father, the old man is eighteen years old, the little angel's eyes turn red when he gets excited, and even a kitten can kill someone.
Am I getting old and can't keep up with the rhythm of this world?
Forget it, just continue to be the hero I am.
The female protagonist is strong, but the male protagonist is undecided.
First person, try not to cheat.
This is my first time writing an article, so I try not to be a noob Mary Sue OOC.