I've Embarrassed the Author.

The author of the fantasy group has traveled through time, and now he is picking up the stars with the sun and moon in hand; The crazy author of the science fiction group has traveled through time, and now the world is at my disposal; The author of the history group traveled through time and is now the king of cracking earth and enjoying happiness; The two-dimensional street fighting author has traveled through time, and now he has a harem full of people... Pi Xiong traveled through time, and he began to think—— I once struggled to survive in the fantasy group, trembled in the science fiction group, fished in troubled waters in the history group, and even acted cute and cheap in the two-dimensional group. The most unbearable thing is! In order to make a living, I even opened a personal demon account and acted coquettishly on female channels! That—— What group am I in? So, where is my golden finger? Pixiong felt that the name his parents gave him delayed the arrival of Goldfinger! What kind of trouble is this skinny and bearish thing! Why not call it Pikachu? Pixiong sat under the half-burnt roots of a big willow tree and sighed, giving up on himself. This tree is not the Willow God, and not all willow trees that have been struck by lightning are Willow Gods! "Thirty years have passed, and in this magical world of fantasy, fantasy, science fiction, and the second dimension, where a domineering prince fell in love with me and there are all kinds of plots, I finally changed from the servant of Jia Da's family to the second housekeeper of Jia Da's family." "My name is Pi Xiong. I used to be a street writer. Don't call me a street writer in the future. I will embarrass myself as a street writer." However, when Pi Xiong walked into the Traveler Exhibition Hall and saw the remains of the senior travellers... "A gift from my predecessors: the God of Good Luck is coming." "The gift from my predecessors: Emperor Ou is still alive." "The gift from my predecessors: lots of luck." Pixiong:……