On a low table not far away, a faint glow suddenly emanated from the pile of cards she had carelessly discarded on the surface.

A beam of light shone from the machine's screen, a vague door-like shadow looming in the glare. Deep within the light, a shapeless silhouette gradually approached her.

From the pale white light, a small claw suddenly extended, dangling in the air, as if grasping something. She curled up and fell out of the light, landing squarely in her arms, its entire weight bearing down on her.

"Rosaline! Lunamon missed you so much!" Before she could speak, the creature had already placed its tiny paws on her chest. When it raised its head, its bright black eyes misted with tears, as if on the verge of tears.

On the low table not far from her, the black and white machine, later known as a digital terminal, flickered for a moment before returning to silence.

...

And from that day on, her life would never be the same again. The era of tamers begins here.

This is a fanfiction based on the storyline of Digimon Adventure 03: King of Tamers, also known as Digimon Tamers.

The original female lead has some plot changes and lines, and the female lead has some gags, but the plot doesn't stray too far from the original.

This isn't a time travel story, but follows a childhood sweetheart storyline. The couple is Jianliang. P.S. Qili and Ji Liaoxiang.

It's a childhood dream fulfilled, so I'm not interested in straying into this.

The life of the cup does not need to be explained, the inexplicable soul is dressed as a stick, inexplicably robbed, inexplicably forced to be a funny artist, Luo Fengen takes you to appreciate the 2017 Korean story. The 2017 women's group has passed, and the women's group that once flourished for a while has gradually withered. Girls' Generation after the team members withdrew, terminated, love, marriage and other series of shocks has been yesterday yellow flowers. Born in the Fool's Hat Company gave Girls' Generation a solid backstop and a wider sky, and when their popularity is not good, it brings them sadness.

[Note: The content of this novel is purely fictional]

At the end of the magically altered nineteenth century, Zhou Qingfeng led the Japanese people to revolt; gave the Russians wholesale cuckolds; sent African immigrants to France; sent the Turks to Germany; sent Indian divine oil to the British; and erected the flag of secession in the United States.

"I've only done a little, insignificant thing, thank you all."

Please invite me, I am in Leo, traveling through the heavens, and dying repeatedly! (High subscription over 10,000, watch with confidence)

......

The engine is roaring, and the jeep is raising a sandstorm!

Zhu Xingtuan swung his crutches and pointed at the two people in front: "Don't run, rush towards the car!"

Feng Yuan said in horror: "I don't understand this, Captain!"

Li Xiu collapsed and said directly: "But what does this have to do with me, Captain, are you awake!"

Zhu Xingtuan's forehead veins bulged, he didn't reply, but stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, ready to use the jeep to gently wake up their sleeping hearts...

Boom buzz buzz——!

Li Xiu: "Ah——Sarilang!!!"

......

Ultra Fan + Zhutian + Tucao, welcome to enter!

Snow Kirin, the divine beast under the seat of Hades, was seriously injured while fighting alongside the Lord of the Underworld to deal with the catastrophe in heaven. He lost his Sky Soul Pearl and had only the Earth Soul Pearl left in his body, becoming a forgetful and evil beast.

In order to help his partners find the Sky Soul Pearl, Ming Zun personally arranged for Xue Qi to reincarnate into the human world and wait for an opportunity.

“What? You come back from the world of cultivating immortals, can you cultivate? Can you make pills? Can make Qi? Among the martial artists, you are the master? Among the cultivators, you are the gods? I can’t offend you?” Lin Nan raised his mouth, showing a trace of disdain, big hands One shot.

The first person in Southeastern Province, the master of Jiangnan Budo, died!

“Oh, you come from hell, the lives and deaths of other people are between your thoughts? I can’t provoke you?” Lin Nan nodded lightly, eyes full of contempt, and curled his fingers.

Lord Yan’s worship, pawn!

“The king of mercenaries and the king of killers dared to pretend to be forceful in front of me. The immortal cultivation world in front has returned, and the return of hell is dead. Are you too unpretentious?” Lin Nan’s mouth twitched slightly and stared at him.

A certain mercenary king, death!

“Sorry, there is no one in this world that I can’t afford!” Lin Nandao, suddenly his eyes turned, his eyes filled with the smell of petting.

“Good wife, come, come and eat this bowl of chicken soup made with ten thousand years of Ganoderma lucidum, the child in your stomach, but the hope of the whole family!”

"Wu Song, may I ask if they sell alcohol here?"

When a burly man in ancient costume came to the door of the B&B with a whistle in his hand, Li Yu, who was worried about business, didn't know that his life was about to undergo a magnificent change...

(There is already a four-million-word fine food novel "No More Pretending, I'm the God of Cooking and I'm Showing Off". The quality is guaranteed, please feel free to consume it)

Tianfang Avenue is a street of 2,048 meters long, there are 168 shops here, each shop owner, is a powerful psychic.

The king of the mercenary world, nicknamed Zeus, because his wife died in an accident and lived on the road of fire. His shop is called the Zeus Jewelry Shop. In the boulevard of Skyfire, he was called: Jeweler.

Breaking through the self, the god king is invincible, and the Tangmen will be out, it will be fine.

This is a story about a swordsman who was riding a taxi with a sword. After picking up a dead old man, he was stuffed into a room full of strange creatures for him to take care of. Although there were powerful tree monsters, spiritual beasts that could swallow caves, and mechanical men at the spiritual level among these strange creatures, they could not move without the care of the monks.

A year ago, Ye Fan was the proud son of heaven, and he was highly regarded.

A year later, he fell into the world and was bullied.

An accident caused Ye Fan to embark on a different path. The stunning school flowers were thrown into his arms, the business leaders bowed their heads, and the martial arts master respected as a god.

Ye Fan: I don’t know what is young and frivolous, I only know-the winner is king!