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The night breeze was getting colder, and there was still a little time before the little princesses were dispatched. I stood on the roof of the building and overlooked the entire metropolis that looked like stars.

It is not accurate to say that the overlooking is good. After all, it is only a three-and-a-half-story small foreign-style building. It is not overlooked by others. Let's take Linya's house next door. If the hidden floors of her underground can be raised, it can be regarded as a overlooking the second floor.

Character.

However, this does not hinder my current elegant mood. I hold a tall red wine glass in my hand, gently rippling the red... er, sorry, it is boiled water, but if you think about it carefully, what are the main components of wine?

?To put it bluntly, isn’t it still water? So we can treat it as a glass of light white wine, and there’s nothing wrong with it.

Although you can't overlook the city from this angle, you can overlook your own courtyard without any problem. It's not a problem to always hide behind the curtains and wait for the twins to come out. It always feels like the murderer's behavior in the Grim Reaper's elementary school, standing on the roof of your own building, eh

, this cool character jumped up immediately, at least it must be gin.

Linya, Tia, Lena, and Elijah around me are all young men. They secretly engage in some conspiracy behind my back, but not entirely. They just want to trick me, and they have never thought about me.

This old fate, doesn't the suspense of the plot suddenly come up? It also has a bit of a sour and sweet urban emotional theater atmosphere, interspersed with gags, pretending to be crazy, and flirting jokes, the audience can

Love it so much!

Then the most critical suspense, at this time, the plot reached the middle stage, suddenly suddenly appeared, my wife Vilas - turned out to be the person behind the scenes, and what is even more frightening is that there is another clue behind her.

, about the possibility that my biological daughter is the final boss behind all this!!!

Damn, it’s so cool, I’m really an astonishingly talented screenwriter.

But when you think about it, isn't it a bit too pitiful that there is only one person working conscientiously and conscientiously to play the role of Ginju-san?

The topic has gone a bit far. There is still some time before the little princesses go out. Waiting is a bit boring. How about... find some other fun?

I squinted my eyes, and my sharp eyes were like a rocket punch fired from Astro Boy's arm. The penetrating power was so damn strong that it easily passed through the barriers of high-rise buildings. I looked into the void with a guilty conscience.

After a few glances, I stretched out my hand to explore, eh.

Elijah’s glasses, get them!

Looking at a pair of exquisite and compact women's glasses that appeared out of thin air in my hand, I felt a little ashamed. When Aria was tinkering with the glasses, she couldn't restrain her curiosity and used the shared field of view to steal a few glances. Oh, she put them on unexpectedly.

This thing is always trying to help. Who is it to deceive with a poor excuse? Who is not a dick?

He waited and waited, but finally Aelia fell asleep, so Hu Mao came to play with it, it's not like he wouldn't return it, right?

Who is the relationship between Ariya and I? What’s the relationship? This can’t be called borrowing, it has to be called sharing!

I scanned it with my mental power first, and I was amazed by the precise structure of modern industry. It was as if thousands of tiny gears were stuffed into such a small pair of glasses, allowing them to perform their respective functions.

Likewise, this is something that even the four-winged warriors cannot do.

It would be great if the adventurers in the Dark Continent could wear a pair of glasses like this. When encountering the Sinking Demon, they would take a quick glance at it and see that their combat power was only one thousand. They suddenly became arrogant, crossed their arms, and showed disdain.

Look in the eyes, let the teammates wait a moment, I want to fight ten.

Encountered the Sinking Demon again, beeped twice and scanned again, and bang, the combat power was off the charts, and the glasses exploded. It turned out to be the four Stallone brothers. They were shocked, dragging their teammates and running away like shit.

Uh, no, the style of painting is too weird. I can't continue imagining it, for fear of laughing out loud. You must know that Gemini's ears are very good now.

After sighing for a few times, I was about to start it and taste it to see if this illusion was really so real, even the measurements could be accurate to decimal points.

As a result...it cannot be started and cannot be unlocked.

This touches on my knowledge blind spot. I can't open the eyes of Elijah who has fallen asleep and forcefully unlock it, right?

After a lot of tinkering, in the end, I had no choice but to return it to its original owner with regret.

The second child, the thorny newt, lost.

The noble Saiyan warrior lost completely tonight.

Unable to pass the time, I drank the white...ahem, light white wine in the glass in one gulp, and threw the empty glass into the darkness of the night...I originally wanted to be so cool, but I thought of it.

Willas packed it up, forget it, handle it with care.

He's still half an hour old, how about... squinting for a while? Or to avoid the little fox's suspicion, do it for real and go to the underground training ground to roll the iron?

Just as I was thinking about it, the night sky suddenly changed strangely.

The round, bright moon hung in the sky, the size of a silver plate, and seemed to get bigger and bigger until it occupied half of the field of vision.

Under the moon, the witch rides on a broom and rides on the wind.

"Yo!"

"Yo your sister!"

I ripped off the miner's hat that the visitor was wearing and threw it to the ground.

Look at what she is holding in her hand, what she was riding on just now. I thought it was a broom, but it turned out to be a miner's pickaxe!

Are you talking about a witch who escaped from a Siberian coal mine?!

"Father, this is too much. I am your daughter!" The girl turned into a yelping beast and wiped the corners of her eyes in front of me, crying.

"I had you with Siberian coal?"

"Father, have you read any strange little books recently? The taste is getting more and more unique."

"Wait a minute, if you don't say anything else, can you please stop calling me father? Which wealthy family are you, the daughter of a wealthy family?"

"Then..." The girl hesitated for a few seconds, then raised her head and called out softly.

"……dad."

Then, he quickly lowered his head, looking a little shy.

If I hadn't known her virtue well, I would have been deceived!

However, I can't help it. She still holds a miner's pickaxe in her hand. It can be used for mining, and it can also be used to open a skull.

What if this plot develops into - a miner's pickaxe stained with blood is lying on the ground, and the girl is holding a bunch of red and white in her hands, with a coquettish smile on her face as bright as a red rose.

"Let me see if Dad is thinking about me."

gameover!

I subconsciously touched my neck and shivered.

So, in terms of setting, I am this guy’s father, and she is my daughter who went to Siberia to mine. That’s right, right?

"Ahem, um...how should I say, welcome home?"

"You're welcome, just give me a normal yo."

"Are you asking for nothing or asking for a lot?!"

"It works this way, this is the flavor." The girl, the Red and White Princess, snapped her fingers and showed a familiar smile.

"So, the touching scene of father and daughter reunited after a long separation is complete?"

"When you say this sentence, it is no longer touching."

"Don't worry about the details. Don't worry about it. By the way, is there any tea? I'm thirsty."

"There is plenty of boiled water."

"Okay, you can tell yourself that this is white light tea, huh huh."

"..."

Although I don’t want to admit it, sometimes this guy and I have a damn surprisingly consistent way of thinking.

Sitting side by side on small benches, holding goblets and drinking light white tea, my restless heart surprisingly calmed down slowly.

I turned my head and glanced at the red and white princess beside me.

Although she was wearing a miner's hat and riding a miner's pickaxe, she was still stubbornly wearing the armpit-baring witch costume that I was familiar with.

A joke popped into my head out of nowhere.

Although she smokes and drinks, she is still a good girl.

"Then...why do I usually call you, Reimu? Meng?" I trembled, saying words without any burden that might lead to a breakup between father and daughter.

"I hate it, dad. You always call me like this [Meng~~chan~~]." The red and white princess's fatherly voice made my scalp tremble.

"Good general."

"Forget it, just call me Meng."

"So, Meng, you are my daughter who went to Siberia to mine?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm your daughter who went to Siberia to mine."

I opened my mouth, feeling that I had many questions to ask, such as why you were riding a broom... No, it was a mining pickaxe, flying down from the sky.

Are you a magical girl too?!

But when such a question comes to my lips, for some reason, I don't want to ask it.

Feeling, pure intuition, if it were her, if it was this red and white princess, it would be nothing surprising and not worth asking if it happened to her.

As long as it's not a colorful cloud, I can accept it.
To be continued...