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

Now she has a lot of new things in her room in Infinite City.

In the previous two weeks, she was miserable because she had to play the male version and keep men's preferences, so she didn't buy anything girls liked. Therefore, she planned to indulge herself this week.

It’s just that when she was playing the miserable role before, she went from resistance and rejection in the beginning to slowly finding the fun in it now.

She likes to study new machines and foreign languages, which she already has some knowledge of. In the long life of a ghost, she will also learn these.

It must be said that it is miserable but also very cultured and aristocratic.

Arriving at the room in the Infinite Castle again and meeting the condition of being "alone", the original owner, Muzan, showed up as expected.

This time, he chose to appear directly on the luxurious big bed in the room, leaning on the headboard with one hand and patting the sheets with the other hand, as if hinting at something.

He smiled at the female version of himself, "Come here."

“……” Muzan, who was reading an Italian book, looked confused.

"What book are you reading?" The original owner, Wuzan, used his superb eyesight to take a look at the words on the book in Wuzan's hand, "Oh, it turns out to be the book I read before."

This kind of book would give ordinary people a headache if they read it more than a few times, let alone read it normally. When the upper-rank ghosts were asked to read it before, even the most educated Kokushibo declined, not to mention Hantengu, Gyuutarou, and Daki no Kumo, who could only scratch their heads and say 'Ah Ba Ah Ba'.

As expected, the person who understands you best is really only yourself.

Thinking of this, the original owner Muzan became even happier, and he hooked his finger towards the opposite side again.

Muzan held the book in his hand, two or three meters away from the bed. It was not right to go, nor was it right not to go. No matter what choice he made, he seemed to be at a disadvantage.

So she chose to continue reading: "Unique Italian dishes, well, when my taste buds recover, I'll have a plate..."

Pretending not to see the misery is also a good strategy.

"..."

Feeling ignored, the original owner, Muzan, was about to lose his temper, but suddenly he remembered what Muzan had just said.

She just said... Italian food?

Did she want to eat that? She could ignore me just because she thought about it?

He softened his expression a bit, "Oh, you want to eat that? I don't understand it at all, but it's not bad if I can enjoy the food with you."

For thousands of years, he never thought about eating human food because there was no need.

But if she wanted, he would be happy to accompany her.

Wuzan turned his head, curved his eyes and smiled: "Boss Xie, you are really great! You have studied medicine for thousands of years, is it possible that you know how to restore the sense of taste?"

Although she inherited a very tragic vampire art, she did not inherit a very tragic knowledge.

The original owner, Wuzan, said disdainfully: "How difficult is this? Compared to finding a way to avoid being afraid of sunlight, things like taste are a piece of cake. But the situation is special now, and I can't move freely..."

He uttered the last few words almost with humiliation and resentment.

Muzan's smile was still as big as ever: "Okay, I see, you want to look up books, then let's look through the books we moved from Tamayo last time."

If you want to ask someone for something, you have to please them.

See people talking, see ghosts talking.

Since he was already at a disadvantage, he might as well go all the way. Muzan walked in front of the original owner, Muzan, with his waist twisted and his steps moving like lotus.

At this moment, the total of fourteen hearts of the two people began to beat wildly. No one knew who started it first. Anyway, Muzan felt like his whole body was about to explode.

"You jump so fast, you must be very miserable to be carrying me."

She concluded.

Although she complained in her heart, her face still maintained its previous expression. As for the original owner, Muzan, although his facial features did not flutter, his shrunken pupils betrayed his efforts to maintain calmness.

"My heart is beating so fast, maybe Xiao Wu is attracted to me.

Oh, I am attractive, that is beyond doubt, but the ‘female me’ really fell in love with the ‘male me’, this should be…"

He swallowed his saliva, and the flowers bloomed.

"What a perfect, history-changing event in the world!"

He supported himself with his hands behind his back and quietly grasped the bed sheets, waiting for the next move from the other side.

“Scrap boss…” Wuzan sat next to the man and moved his hips towards the original owner Wuzan, moving and moving, “There’s no room here, why don’t you move over there.”

The original owner was miserable: "..."

He was clearly pressed against the head of the bed, and his butt was almost flattened by her!

If he goes "that way", he will stand directly on the head of the bed, okay?