Ending: "[Zongyingmei] and Chaoying swap bodies"
Serial: "[Comprehensive British and American] Changing clothes to gain superpowers"
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[First person in the copy, third person in the text]
I, an ordinary person, have traveled through time.
It's not surprising in this situation where there are so many time travels and rebirths everywhere, but the key thing is that I traveled to the Marvel world.
Still Asgard :).
Then I started my life of flying around in Asgard.
During this period, I met many good people, Frigga, Thor...
But the most important thing is of course Loki! The little prince is the best!
I like him, so I have to be prepared to avoid that ending.
But something unexpected happened in the middle, and I ran to the earth again, spanning a long time.
I met other superheroes on Earth, and they were also very nice people.
I looked at them at a certain party and thought that I should save them and prevent them from going to that end.
It was obvious that as a time traveler, I would succeed. Therefore, everyone lived a happy life after success.
…
Just like in fairy tales.
Things to note:
1. Cp Rocky
2. For the first book, I really can't write a better copy.
…
[Advance receipt copy]:
Why did a panda appear on Gotham Pier?
Why do angels appear in the sky over New York?
Why did the name of the Demon Doctor suddenly become famous in the underground world?
Why did the killer of the secret organization suddenly go berserk during the mission?
Nova: Thank you for the invitation. Yes, I did it all.
The ice and snow elves in the ice fields that have been dusted for thousands of years, the Lord of Mermaids in the depths of the ocean, the unicorns in the quiet jungle, the goddess who controls fairness...
Ice dragon and black dragon, elf queen and vampire queen, mecha master and psychic girl...
Countless creatures from other worlds appeared in this world, causing huge waves.
Nova: Thank you for the invitation, yes, the above are all my vests
[When a person has enough identities, she is the whole world.
——How does it feel if I love myself and kill myself?
——It's quite cool. As long as I change my vest quickly enough, Shura Field won't be able to catch up with me.
Intention: After all, the original intention is to display the moonlight white and flawless
Reader comments
Dear wife, I am a reader who just read your words today. After reading your words, I am really sad. Although you may not be able to see this comment, I still want to give you a hug from afar - you did nothing wrong, it is those who wantonly hurt others who are wrong.
Did you know? There should be a beautiful two-way journey between creators and readers. But I don't know when this relationship changed in some corners. There are always people who hold the banner of "providing opinions" and engage in Internet violence, putting personal aesthetic preferences above the author's creative freedom. "Everyone likes radish and cabbage" is the consensus, but "I don't like to eat it, so the cabbage and the person who grows it are both guilty" is absurd.
What makes me particularly sad is that you fell into the "self-certification trap". This reminds me of my own gloomy experience - I was once criticized on the Internet because of a misinterpreted statement. At that time, I was like crazy, replying, explaining, and showing evidence one by one, trying to prove to everyone that "I am not the kind of person you think." But in the end, they desperately discovered that they didn't care about the truth, they just wanted to see the "truth" they wanted to believe.
Dear, we must recognize a cruel fact: in the face of malice, self-proof is an endless dead end. You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and you can never prove your innocence within the "guilt frame" set by others. Because the standard for judging you is itself unreasonable.
I want to tell you that your value, and the value of the world you write about, will never depend on the evaluation of a few malicious people. Your talent, your love for words, and the story universe you have constructed that has fascinated so many readers—these are real and precious. I, as well as so many readers who really love your works, have been deeply moved by the light and shadow in your writing. Those moments where you laugh and cry because of your characters, those resonances and thoughts ignited by your words late at night, are all realities that cannot be erased.
So, about writing, about staying or leaving, I want to say to you:
If you are tired, take a peaceful rest.
This is not a retreat, but a necessary strategic shift. Temporarily close the comment area and social software, and find yourself again who was drowned in the noise. Go read, go watch movies, go for a walk, and embrace life itself. The source of creation is a rich heart, not tired consumption. You need time and space to recharge your batteries and heal.
However, in my private heart, I am really, really reluctant to let go.
I am afraid and reluctant to let go of such an excellent author. Because of a storm that should not be your responsibility, he has stopped writing from now on. I cannot let go of the stories you wrote and the characters that were given life. It would be a real pity if the world of literature lost narrators like you. Your insights, your narrative, and the unique soul you give to your characters are treasures that no one can replicate.
Please don't let those malicious people take away the crown that belongs to you. What they want to see may be your silence and departure. And those of us who really love your words, what we long to see is that you can protect yourself in the storm, and then continue to shine with your unique light in places that we can see or cannot see.
Please believe that silence is not admitting defeat, and leaving the battlefield is not failure. True strength lies in the ability to protect one's love and the courage to choose one's own battlefield.
When one day comes, if, I mean if, you regain that pure desire for expression, just because "I want to write", rather than to prove something to anyone, we will all be here to welcome you and your story with the warmest embrace.
But now, please take good care of your injured and amazing self. You are you first and an author second.
No matter what, please remember that your existence is far more valuable than you think. [Pink heart]
I give this article a 98.4 Because you have a 1.6 (The author's writing is beautiful??)
Not bad, not bad. The more I write, the better it feels.
It's so bad to bet with other people's lives.
The cover looks great! ! Big update soon
When will you publish a new article? Wait until the flowers have withered.
Come on, I'm just like you! ! Waiting for you on the weekend
[Comprehensive British and American] the Name of a Hero
[Comprehensive British and American] Death Acquires Superpowers
[Comprehensive British and American] Change Clothes to Gain Super Powers
Dear wife, I am a reader who just read your words today. After reading your words, I am really sad. Although you may not be able to see this comment, I still want to give you a hug from afar - you did nothing wrong, it is those who wantonly hurt others who are wrong. Did you know? There should be a beautiful two-way journey between creators and readers. But I don't know when this relationship changed in some corners. There are always people who hold the banner of "providing opinions" and engage in Internet violence, putting personal aesthetic preferences above the author's creative freedom. "Everyone likes radish and cabbage" is the consensus, but "I don't like to eat it, so the cabbage and the person who grows it are both guilty" is absurd. What makes me particularly sad is that you fell into the "self-certification trap". This reminds me of my own gloomy experience - I was once criticized on the Internet because of a misinterpreted statement. At that time, I was like crazy, replying, explaining, and showing evidence one by one, trying to prove to everyone that "I am not the kind of person you think." But in the end, they desperately discovered that they didn't care about the truth, they just wanted to see the "truth" they wanted to believe. Dear, we must recognize a cruel fact: in the face of malice, self-proof is an endless dead end. You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, and you can never prove your innocence within the "guilt frame" set by others. Because the standard for judging you is itself unreasonable. I want to tell you that your value, and the value of the world you write about, will never depend on the evaluation of a few malicious people. Your talent, your love for words, and the story universe you have constructed that has fascinated so many readers—these are real and precious. I, as well as so many readers who really love your works, have been deeply moved by the light and shadow in your writing. Those moments where you laugh and cry because of your characters, those resonances and thoughts ignited by your words late at night, are all realities that cannot be erased. So, about writing, about staying or leaving, I want to say to you: If you are tired, take a peaceful rest. This is not a retreat, but a necessary strategic shift. Temporarily close the comment area and social software, and find yourself again who was drowned in the noise. Go read, go watch movies, go for a walk, and embrace life itself. The source of creation is a rich heart, not tired consumption. You need time and space to recharge your batteries and heal. However, in my private heart, I am really, really reluctant to let go. I am afraid and reluctant to let go of such an excellent author. Because of a storm that should not be your responsibility, he has stopped writing from now on. I cannot let go of the stories you wrote and the characters that were given life. It would be a real pity if the world of literature lost narrators like you. Your insights, your narrative, and the unique soul you give to your characters are treasures that no one can replicate. Please don't let those malicious people take away the crown that belongs to you. What they want to see may be your silence and departure. And those of us who really love your words, what we long to see is that you can protect yourself in the storm, and then continue to shine with your unique light in places that we can see or cannot see. Please believe that silence is not admitting defeat, and leaving the battlefield is not failure. True strength lies in the ability to protect one's love and the courage to choose one's own battlefield. When one day comes, if, I mean if, you regain that pure desire for expression, just because "I want to write", rather than to prove something to anyone, we will all be here to welcome you and your story with the warmest embrace. But now, please take good care of your injured and amazing self. You are you first and an author second. No matter what, please remember that your existence is far more valuable than you think. [Pink heart]
I give this article a 98.4 Because you have a 1.6 (The author's writing is beautiful??)
Not bad, not bad. The more I write, the better it feels.
It's so bad to bet with other people's lives.
The cover looks great! ! Big update soon
When will you publish a new article? Wait until the flowers have withered.
Come on, I'm just like you! ! Waiting for you on the weekend