Dd's Bizarre Adventure in Parallel World

At this time, a strange species passed by.

We have a strange man who uses a body double to cheat...

He's obviously a DD but he's doing the thing of pushing men alone

It's so well written, I love it. It's really hard for me... It's so hard to find books that I can read in the Dianniang fandom area.

After reading it, it is indeed a very good Jojo fanfic. It's just that the time was a little rushed. At the beginning, the young Yoshikage Kira was beaten to death, which I couldn't have guessed. At first, I thought it would be a few rounds of fighting and then Yoshikage Kira would hide and then the plot would end ten years later. The American chapter is also quite good, with wits fighting almost throughout the whole process. Even the invincible Jotaro has some moments of weakness, and the protagonist is not the kind who relies on his invincible ability to survive and kill everyone. But the only drawback is that in the American chapter, the roles of Joseph and CaQin are a bit small, and they are almost all used as paddlers and tool men. If there is more to join later, I'd better write more about Huahua's plot. In fact, I feel that the chapter about seeing through the illusion of the elevator would be more interesting if it were changed to Flowey discovering it, and then each person gets a splash. Or it would be better if Flowey breaks out of the illusion and wakes up Jotaro and then Euler. . . Bar? It's a pity that the popularity of jojo is gradually declining now, and the Qidian fans are not popular either. It's basically true love that generates electricity. Come on! But I skipped the seventh part, it seems I have to go to Kang Yikang (ಡωಡ)

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How would Aqiang awaken the Platinum Copier if he hadn't been forced into a desperate situation by Dio? Now it seems that Dio has been forced into a desperate situation 😰

Nice, everyone needs to survive this wave, right?

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Call her moonchild She is the child of the moon Dancing in the shallows of a river Dancing in the shallow stream Lonely moonchild Lonely moonchild Dreaming in the shadow of the willow Having sweet dreams in the shadow cast by the willow alking to the trees of the cobweb strange Talking to the heart in the woods covered with spider webs Sleeping on the steps of a fountain Falling asleep in the tinkling sound of the spring Waving silver wands to the night-birds song Waving the silver baton in the song of the nightingale Waiting for the sun on the mountain Waiting for the sun on the top of the high mountain She's a moonchild She is the child of the moon Gathering the flowers in a garden Collecting beauty in the garden Lovely moonchild Lovely moonchild Drifting on the echoes of the hours Drifting in the echoes of time Sailing on the wind in a milk white gown Walking on the wind in a milk white gown Dropping circle stones on a sun dial Throwing round stones on the sundial Playing hide and seek with the ghosts of dawn Playing hide and seek with the ghost before dawn Waiting for a smile from a sun child Ready to meet the smiling face of a sun child

Let me take you down Let me take you down Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Because I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real Everything is illusory And nothing to get hung about There are not too many things to worry about Strawberry Fields forever Only the forever strawberry fields Living is easy with eyes closed Close your eyes and enjoy life Misunderstanding all you see Every ignorance you see It's getting hard to be someone It's getting hard to be someone It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out Everything will become easy to solve It doesn't matter much to me Don't be afraid Let me take you down Let me take you down Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real The world is complicated And nothing to get hung about Don't let yourself be too tired Strawberry Fields forever Because the strawberry fields will always stand in my heart No one I think is in my tree Some things are like lush trees I mean it must be high or low Their highs and lows are repeated That is you can't, you know, tune in We can't change But it's all right It's all right That is I think it's not too bad I think life is not as bad as you think Let me take you down We can walk together Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields The strawberry field I once went to Nothing is real The world is ethereal And nothing to get hung about No sorrow fetters us Strawberry Fields forever The strawberry field stands there forever Always, no sometimes, think it's me But you know I know when it's a dream I think I know I mean a yes I think I know I mean a yes But it's all wrong But I think I am wrong That is I think I disagree Because I have to return to my current life Let me take you down Let me take you to pursue Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields The strawberry field in my dream Nothing is real Everything is unreal and complicated And nothing to get hung about There are no more worries about me Strawberry Fields forever Forever strawberry fields Strawberry Fields forever forever Strawberry Fields forever forever

As long as you write JoJo, we will be good brothers 👍

If you didn't care what happened to me, And I didn't care for you, We would gage our way, through the boredom and pain, Occasionally glancing up through the rain, Wondering which of the buggers to blame, I feel like a fool to complain, And watching for pigs on the wing, waiting for the flying pigs to come,

Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah~, Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly, Jackie played the guitar, And The spiders from Mars, And the spiders from Mars, He played it left hand, He played it left hand, But made it too far, But made it too far, Became the special man, became a special person, then we were Ziggy's band, we became Jackie's band, Ziggy really sang, Jackie sang affectionately, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo, like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling, Soothing people with a smile, He could leave 'em to hang, He could leave 'em to hang, They came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan, So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls, Just the beer light to guide us, Only the lights of dusk guided us, So we *****ed about his fans, and should we crush his sweet hands, Destroy his beautiful hands, Oh, Ziggy played for time, Jackie played for a long time, jiving us that we were voodoo, The kids were just crass, kids were just rude, he was the nazz, and he was stupid, With God given ass, it was born, He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar, but boy, could he play guitar, Making love with his ego, Ziggy sucked up into his mind, Jackie was lost in his own thoughts, Like a leper messiah, Like a banished savior, When the kids had killed the man, I had to break up the band, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Ziggy played guitararrrrrr, Jackie played guitar.

Well I'll be damned, Here comes your ghost again, But that's not unusual, It's just that the moon is full, And you happened to call, And here I sit, Hand on the telephone, Hearing a voice I'd known, A couple of light years ago, Heading straight for a fall, As I remember your eyes, Were bluer than robin's eggs, My poetry was lousy you said, Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest, Ten years ago, I bought you some cufflinks, You brought me something, We both know what memories can bring, They bring diamonds and rust, Well you burst on the scene, Already a legend, The unwashed phenomenon, The original vagabond, You strayed into my arms, And there you stayed, Temporarily lost at sea, The Madonna was yours for free, Yes the girl on the half-shell, Could keep you unharmed, Now I see you standing, With brown falling leaves around, And snow in your hair, Now you're smiling out the window, Of that crummy hotel, Over Washington Square, Our breath. Es out white clouds, Mingles and hangs in the air, Speaking strictly for me, We both could have died then and there, Now you're telling me, You're not nostalgic, Then give me another word for it, You who are so good with words, And at keeping things vague, Because I need some of that vagueness now, It's all. E back too clearly, Yes I loved you dearly, And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid

What does this Storm Rider look like?