The girl in the bronze mirror looks increasingly beautiful.
A handsome warrior who comes and goes mysteriously on a moonlit night.
A young dancer with extraordinary splendor four hundred years ago.
Mirror flowers and water moon, floating dreams dispersed.
What finally emerged was a colorful puppet with a slightly rough workmanship and a funny expression.
Fusheng Smiling Bear.
The beautiful young man exuding a coquettish aura carries a medicine box with runes on his back.
Vermilion eye makeup projects an extremely glamorous color.
The form and truth appear, and the demon-repelling sword comes out.
Is it the demons and ghosts that are being cut down, or is it the delusion of people's hearts...
PS: A gay friend gave me a proposition, how to write a Yakuro fanfic without being weird, but a little relaxed but without breaking away from the atmosphere of Ukiyo-e, so this story came about. . . I'm sorry for the scumbag writing about ORZ, it's so difficult, just beat me to death! ! ! !
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