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

She was very familiar with this voice.

That was the male version of her voice, the original owner - Muzan Kibutsuji!

But she still pretended not to know and looked at herself in the mirror: "Who are you?"

"Don't pretend, I know everything you're thinking."

"What do you know?"

"I want to ask you, you...seem to be having a lot of fun?"

Muzan saw that his eyes in the mirror had changed, and his mouth started moving on its own, but the words he spoke became a male voice.

For a moment, she was stunned.

When it was my turn to speak, the female voice that came out was charming and pleasant; but the uncontrollable voice was a magnetic male voice.

It was as if another soul had taken up residence in my body.

——It goes without saying who the owner of that soul is.

But when he played Muzan in the previous two lives, Muzan himself never showed up. Why did he appear now?

Could it be that some bug occurred because I didn't follow the script?

"Kibutsuji Muzan, since you disappeared before, you should continue to disappear in this life as well!"

She glared at herself in the mirror - or rather, she was glaring at the soul of the original owner, Muzan, through this body.

Suddenly her throat tightened and Wuzan frowned. She felt as if someone was strangling her neck.

Although she felt extremely uncomfortable, she still showed a defiant smile because she could not lose.

The original owner, Wuzan, looked coldly at the woman who had taken over his position. When he pinched her neck, he felt the same uncomfortable feeling on his own neck.

Suddenly, the big hand loosened.

It had been a long time since he had been restrained like this. Muzan took a deep breath, his heart still pounding.

——So exciting.

Perhaps because he had been suppressing his emotions for too long and couldn't find anyone to vent to, Wuzan laughed even crazier: "Idiot, I am Wuzan now, and you are useless. Since you can't disappear, then just shut up. Anyway, if you do anything to me, it will all rebound on you.

"Because, you are me and I am you."

If you live, I live; if I die, you die.

As the words fell, a black figure appeared in front of her.

It turned out to be the original owner, Muzan.

However, his body appeared translucent, obviously not a solid entity, but a temporary form formed to facilitate conversation.

The plum-red vertical pupils flashed a cold light in the dim room. The original owner, Wuzan, held up the beautiful face of the person in front of him and laughed in anger: "You woman..."

"You coward." Wuzan narrowed his eyes at him with contempt, "So, are you very angry? Do you want to kill me right now? Come on, give it a try."

——If it was the original owner Muzan, maybe I could really leave this world.

In that case, all I have to do is let this guy kill me.

Seeing his own face being treated with the most contemptuous attitude and scorn, the original owner, Muzan, somehow felt more of a narcissistic emotion than anger.

“This is me.”

It's quite a different experience to be able to appreciate myself from such a close distance, instead of being self-admiring and self-pitying as before.

——After all, I am the most perfect creature in this world.

"Your name in front of humans now is 'Xiao Wu'?" the man asked with a smile on his face.

Wuzan rubbed the man's fingers with his cheek like a cat, staring at him straight in the eyes: "How long are you going to use your dirty hands to pinch? When can you get out of here?"

"You are very brave to speak to me like that."

"Of course, I am Muzan, the most perfect creature in the world, so who are you? Haha."

The beautiful lady gently stroked her seaweed-like curly hair.

"You know what? Whether it's you in the anime or you in the novel, you both died ugly in the end. And I will always stand above the frost sky and trample all of you garbage under my feet, including you, the coward Muzan."

Every word the woman spoke was like a heavy hammer. The original owner, Muzan, could no longer maintain his original image and demeanor. He stretched out five fingers in rage and grabbed the head of this hateful woman.

"My patience with you has its limits."

With veins bulging out, the original owner, Muzan, smashed her head hard against the mirror.