This is probably a single chapter leave slip from the twenty-third sin bag in the gap.

Since I have to go out, Friday and Saturday, there should be no way to update, and there is also a chance on Sunday (probably).

In order to make the leave slip a little more interesting, put in a little bit of some ideas from the predecessor of "Sin Bag No. 23".

The predecessor of "Gap Sin Bag No. 23" - Oriental Project Fantasy Martial Arts Township.

There are spikes in the broom, poison in the skirt, known as the little witch of the East, and Marisa of the Fog and Rain Sword

Reimu Hakurei: Your sword is fast, but my fists aren't bad either.

Marisa: I don't use swords against my friends, so I'm not sincere with swords.

Marisa, who is holding a broom, is a very unique and heavy bamboo broom.

At this time, she walked under the fog and rain.

The black witch hat was wet, but now Marisa's hands were hot and her heart was burning.

After all, standing in front of him, standing in front of him, is the head of the Foggy and Rainy family.

- Father, biological father, Marisa's biological father.

Unlike Marisa, Daddy Misty is drenched in the rain and has a cigarette in his mouth, which is distorted and drooping because of the dampness.

"You're still going. 」

"Of course I'm going...... Even if it's ...... Dad, can't stop me either. 」

"If you want your daughter to be hurt by a young man outside, then you might as well let me ...... you."

"That's enough! At the end of the words is the sword, this is what Dad said, draw the sword!"

Marisa gripped the handle of the broom, her right palm in the air.

Daddy Misty Rain turned sideways, and the one hanging from his waist was not so much a sword as a strengthened straight stab.

With his left hand, he grasped the sheath, and his right palm was weak.

"That's drawing the sword, and drawing the sword will immobilize you. 」

It's ironic.

Under the fog and rain, two foggy rain surnames, two foggy rain father and daughter.

Coincidentally, the starting hand of the fog and rain sword was posed.

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The wind is fragrant.

With a delicate palm like white jade, he holds the handle of the umbrella.

Umbrella, open for shelter.

The umbrella does not block the light cast by the sun in the sky before.

Yes, that was the sky of the past, and the sky of the present is to be obscured.

It's snow that falls like goose feathers, and goose feathers are heavy.

Fragrant red eyes.

It's not people who are staring.

It's an interesting sword, a sword that's so interesting that it can change the climate through temperament.

Then.

The heavy snow could not obscure Yuka's vision.

The sight, from this interesting sword, from the sword, to the wrist, to the shoulder.

The gaze gradually climbed to the sword-wielding man's face.

"Your sword, it's funny. 」

Because this interesting sword can be used in the Sunflower Field, the territory controlled by the Flower Tyrant.

It was snowing heavily.

"The sword stays, I can let you go...... How? 」

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It's a very interesting leave of absence, right?,This is the predecessor of the sin bag.,I originally wanted to write a martial arts township.,It turned out to be no match for my appetite!wahahaha...... As a result, Hua Ye's side is simply the embodiment of my bad desire!