Demon Slayer: The Demon King is actually a weak girl?!

"..."

The photographer's words stumped all three of them.

Ichiro thought about it in confusion. Doctor Nightmare was his savior and the one who took him in and introduced him to a job. Miss Xiaowu was someone he knew before, but the relationship was unclear because he didn't remember anything about the past.

However, he could feel Xiao Wu's kindness to him inside and out.

Nightmare thought without a doubt, "Muzan-sama is Muzan-sama. There is no word yet that can describe the relationship between Muzan-sama and me."

Muzan also thought of the same thing as Nightmare. She elegantly took off her hat, took Yuichiro's arm, winked and smiled at the photographer, "If we are related, we are friends."

The photographer added a little magnesium powder in silence: "Really? So you are friends?"

"Yeah, don't disbelieve me, we..." Muzan reached out to the other side, grabbed Nightmare's, and pulled him towards him, "The three of us are really just ordinary friends."

She smiled, clasped her hands together, and placed them on her heart.

Her arms were touching those of the two men, and the main theme was that she hugged them left and right, as intimate as possible.

The photographer twitched his lips and gave a two-finger salute: "Okay, I believe it."

- Strange.

"Hmm~" Wu Can smiled with curved eyes, leaned his head on Nightmare's shoulder, then changed direction and leaned towards Youyilang.

The assistant holding the magnesium powder beside him sighed quietly, saying that he envied such a relationship.

Whether it is a male or female.

……

After they finished taking this set of Western-style photos, they changed to a set of Japanese-style photos.

This time the photographer said he understood and began to increase the scale of the people's movements.

"Come here, lady, put your hands on the gentleman with blue eyes. Oh, sorry, I suddenly realized that both gentlemen have blue eyes! Well, I'm talking about the one with waist-length hair. Yes, then gentleman with red hair ends, please take your hands off the lady's waist and stand at the back first. I'll take pictures of you later..."

Nightmare retracted his hand, looked at the photographer angrily, and stepped aside.

The magnesium powder was flashing with a crackling sound, and he was forced to watch Lord Muzan and Ichiro "openly flirting". His face had already turned as pale as paper.

"Muzan-sama, the great Muzan-sama...

I... want it too!"

Finally, it was his turn.

In the last second, he was as cold as a dead person, and in the next second, the nightmare was like a new life. He walked over happily, pushed Yuichiro hard, and used his body to block the eye contact between Yuichiro and Muzan.

"Now, it's my time." Nightmare had a smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice, as if he was going to release an ice cone to stab Youzhilang to death.

You Yilang was speechless and shook his head lightly: "Oh." Then he walked to the sofa beside him and sat down.

……

"Click! Click!..."

……

The lengthy photo shoot was finally completed.

Nightmare blushed with joy, and thought inwardly, "What a beautiful photo!"

That was a photo of him and Lord Muzan. He couldn't wait to see how the photo would look when it was developed!

After the photos are developed, he will choose one to worship and burn incense to worship it every day; put one in a brooch and wear it around his neck; and finally choose one, eat it and put the beauty of Muzan-sama into his body...

Ah, then he would be so happy that he would faint!

That was truly a beautiful dream, he wanted to create beautiful dreams for himself every day!

Several people changed back into their original clothes and prepared to leave.

"I've already paid the deposit, and I'll pay the balance when I pick up the photos." Wuzan said to the photographer.

The photographer and assistant nodded hurriedly.

It was daytime outside and the sunlight was glaring.

Muzan, Nightmare and Youichiro opened three umbrellas covered with black tape, said goodbye to them, and left the photo studio.

Inside the photo studio, the assistant scratched his head, looked at the photographer and said, "Master, these three are really weird."

"Yeah," the photographer took the film to the darkroom to sort it out, "I don't understand the world of rich people."

The three of them suddenly appeared out of nowhere and wanted to take pictures. Most people would just take one or two pictures, but they took a lot of pictures and almost used up his roll of film.

"I hope there will be more customers like this." The photographer smiled like money. ???

He looked carefully at his photographic works.

Those photos are so beautiful, any one of them is a definite blockbuster.

The one he was most satisfied with was the photo of the three of them.

There were two extremely handsome men surrounding the woman in the middle. One of them stood behind the woman like a silently guarding knight, while the other half-knelt at the woman's feet like the most devout believer.

The woman was sitting on a European-style chair. She had a fairy-like figure, picturesque eyes and eyebrows, and the appropriate amount of exposed skin on her arms and chest made her look even more beautiful.

A fairy item, a fairy item!

Although the details cannot be seen clearly on this film now, he took it himself and he could see the entire scene at that time.

The photographer held the film high up with tweezers and admired it repeatedly.

Just when he was immersed in his superb photography skills, suddenly, a huge force pulled up his sleeve, causing the film in his hand to fall.

I saw a young man with a cockscomb pointing at the person on the film viciously and yelling at him: "Hey, this woman!"

The assistant was so scared that he covered his mouth and pointed at the ground, shaking all over: "Ah, film, film..."

"It's her!"

Xuan Mi stared at the photo. There were three women in it, all of them were pretty. However, he wanted to find the one who always occupied the center position.

"This woman, when did she come?"

Xuan Mi pointed at Wuzan in the middle and asked.

The photographer raised five fingers: "Just left, less than five minutes ago..."

"Nani?!"

Xuan Mi immediately let go, turned around and ran outside.

Hurry up, hurry up, maybe you can meet Xiao Wu!

Because he ran so fast, a gust of wind was created around him, and many of the negatives on the table were blown away and fell to the ground.

The photographer wanted to stop this troublemaker, but how could he possibly outrun Xuanya, a former member of the Demon Slayer Corps? He could only watch Xuanya make a scene and then walk away, leaving behind a pile of film that could only be scrapped.

"Ah..." The assistant's scalp tingled, "Master, what should I do?"

The photographer felt his head buzzing and wanted to cry but had no tears: "I... all the perfect works that I had prepared as samples are gone! This is unbearable and unforgivable... Quick, I'm going to call the police and catch the bad guy who destroyed it!"