I want to write a book. First, I need an interesting and handsome protagonist to connect with the reader. Then, one or two beautiful, lovely girls... maybe three or four would be nice too. With a boy and a girl, it's only natural to add some romance, some ambiguity, some heart-throbs, a layer of milk and honey, a touch of bitterness and astringency, all mixed together... It looks delicious. Then, add a flirty narrator and set it up as a system. Finally, to make the book taste even better, I need to add more sugar. I open the sugar jar, and then, with a slip of my hand, I pour the whole thing in... Damn, isn't that too sweet? I hurriedly pour in some more "Book of Songs," some Shura scenes, some life philosophy... Finally, this is the book... I think it tastes pretty good.

[Original God + Time Travel + Marvel + Plot + Vest + Oh Sea, You Are All Water, Goddess (Data Blocked) + Author Cuts Off Her Leg]

At first, Ying found herself in an unknown world.

Bad news: Kong Ge is still in Teyvat.

The good news: as long as she gains the world's recognition, she can return to Teyvat.

Fortunately, her bond with Teyvat is deep enough, and as long as her friends agree, she can borrow their identities and powers.

Thus, a mysterious organization consisting of only one person was born.

The protagonist's vest in the early stage and cross-world summons in the later stage.

Including but not limited to the following scenarios:

1. I am in the autumn, but I am just a borer in the sea of ​​books.

A young man in fancy clothes held a book in his hand and cut the steel with his feet, which made a certain Iron Man call it unscientific.

2. The first one is sick. The second one is looking. The third one is picking herbs. The fourth one is crying.

The girl half-closed her eyes, holding a crimson cane, and set fire to things tainted by evil.

"Life and death have their own order. Trying to break the boundary between life and death is not a good thing."

3. Every young person should learn at least twenty languages ​​before graduation, right?

The silver-haired young man cast a glance at the giant in front of him, but no information could be seen in his inorganic eyes.

A farce, full of troubles. In the end, it's just a matter of worrying about nothing.

To be continued——