Regarding the Fact That Muzan's Bamboo Horse Is Gintoki

[Pre-collection: "After disguising herself as a woman, she was confessed to by a fairy tale prince"] [Commentary has been opened] Muzan didn't care about Gintoki at first, because Gintoki didn't have anything he envied. When he became ill, he was jealous of Gintoki's body, Gintoki's mentality, and Gintoki's always warm eyes. It shouldn't be like this. "You should accept death honestly." "Why should I! I absolutely don't want it!" Mukai hated Gintoki, they had grown up together, but the other party wanted him to die. But when the other party went to find the blue flower of the other side behind his back, who was afraid of the sun, Wuhan, who had always been strong and arrogant, found that he seemed to have fallen in love with a guy who spoke some strange words, had no ambition, and lived a decadent life. He regained his health. Then—— He and Gintoki came to Gintoki's world. The small Wanshiwu room was not as big as his room. Wuhan, who had no worries about food and clothing and was never short of money, was made a little autistic by the predicament. "You always have to get used to this situation." "What?" "Get used to poverty." "... Gintoki, go to hell." Gintoki's care-free rules: 1. To dismantle 2. Leave him alone 3. Touch your head 4. Continue to touch your head (if possible, you can take some money with you) Reading guide: ★There is a high probability that it will be OOC. If you don't like it, just click the cross button. —— Advance payment: "After disguising herself as a woman, she was confessed by a fairy tale prince" Copywriting—— I traveled through time and became the son of a hunter in the forest of a fairy tale world. The reason why I think I have traveled to a fairy tale world is because I always hear stories about princes and princesses who were cursed, but finally saved themselves from danger and had happy endings with the people who rescued them. Also, I was asked by my hunter father to wear women's clothes since I was a child, because others said that this would ensure that I would grow up safely. Because I often wear a red cloak, many people call me Little Red Riding Hood. I have mixed feelings, maybe I got the script of Little Red Riding Hood, but I don't have a grandma. I have no intention of going to the royal city to show that I am smarter than people of this era. I was used to living in the forest and now I was living in a farm. One day, I opened the window and found a bright rose growing in front of my window and in my vegetable patch. I was confused. After all, I had no interest in buying rose seeds, let alone growing such beautiful roses. Besides, what kind of good rose can a rose take root and sprout and bloom in just one day? It's either a magical plant or someone cursed. I now face three choices: one, pull it out; two, choose to ignore it; three, follow the redemption script and ask it if it needs help. I chose to ignore it on the first day, and on the second day I saw a rose turned into a lollipop rose full of flowers. I'm confused, only magic can do this. I asked the other person what help they needed. The lollipop rose suddenly stretched out its branches, touched my hand, and bent the branches into the shape of a heart. Me: "..." ＊ I don't know how to deal with this weird rose, My father was careless and did not find it strange at all when he noticed this rose. He just wanted to pick two and place them in front of my mother's portrait. The roses did not show any strangeness in front of my father, and he allowed him to pick two roses. I originally thought it was generous, but I didn't expect it to go directly to my room at night, throw away the pothos in my previous vase, and stuff itself directly into it. I was shocked again. I touched the rose and asked the other person what kind of help he needed. It wraps around my wrist again and lets me sniff its rose fragrance. Maybe the rose spirit in front of me is courting. But I am a man. Intention: Be positive and live optimistically.