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

"Who said I don't accept guests?"

As soon as the mama-san's voice ended, Mingnu's voice came from behind her.

She stood gracefully holding her antique wooden pipa, her rouge-purple eyes reflecting like an autumn pond, sparkling and resplendent.

And those beautiful eyes, as clear as pomegranate flesh, just stared straight at Muzan. As she stared, gradually, her cheeks seemed to be stained with two pools of red pomegranate juice, and her whiteness was rosy.

Mama-san was surprised: "Mingnu, you...?"

Mingnu held the pipa and covered half of her face, and said awkwardly: "I say, I am willing to receive this distinguished guest."

"..." Mama-san nodded slowly, "Okay then, boss, please come in."

She turned and made an inviting gesture to Muzan.

Muzan put his fist in front of his lips, coughed twice, and followed Mingnu in.

"You don't have to say that." Muzan conveyed the message through Kokoro and Naruto.

Couldn't I just say that someone I know came to see me? Or anything else would be fine, I could just say I came to have sex... ahem, the person I was having sex with was a professor, wouldn't that be against the rules?

Mingnu held the biwa and walked forward with her head down: "I'm sorry, Master Muzan, I... don't know how to say it."

She is not good at speaking, please forgive her...

However, it is actually okay not to "forgive" her...

……

They arrived at Mingnu's room together. Mama-san did not follow them. She turned around and told a few little boys to bring some drinks and snacks later, then closed the door and went out.

Muzan paced back and forth in Mingnu's room, admiring the items in the room, as if he was visiting someone's former residence at some tourist attraction.

Mingnu, holding a pipa, stood in the middle of the room like a pillar, feeling a little uneasy.

She didn't know what this moody ghost king wanted to do.

This time, Muzan was in male clothing, which made Mingnu happy. Although it was wrong to judge Muzan-sama, deep down in her heart, she still liked the male version of Muzan a little better.

"Narume."

Muzan suddenly spoke, and his solemn and dignified voice frightened Mingnu's heart.

I only heard Wuzan continue, "What happened to you at night? I contacted you, why didn't you respond, and there was no vision?"

When asked this question, Mingnu was a little embarrassed: "Yesterday, I was beaten by Daki..."

She didn't want to admit such an embarrassing thing, but she couldn't lie to Lord Muzan, so she had to tell him the truth.

"Why?" Wuzan was full of question marks.

Mingnu thought for a moment and replied calmly, "Nothing, just a personal grudge."

"..."

Muzan looked at Mingnu's peaceful and calm face, and couldn't imagine what personal grudge she could have with Daki.

Could it be that Daki is too bored being alone, and Jifutaro stays with Mingnv all day, so Daki is angry?

"Forget it, forget it, it's just a little fight between some retarded kids, as long as she doesn't kill Mingnu.

But having said that, Daki doesn't have the ability to kill Mingnu.

She is a very bad cook. "

Muzan thought, since Mingnu's words seemed to be deliberately evasive, there was no need for him to delve into it any further and he could just let them be.

"Okay, Naruto," Muzan said to Naruto, "You can have fun by yourself first, I'll go find the prostitute Taro."

Mingnu: "..." (◎-◎;)

"I play by myself? What do I play by myself?"

Mingnu was confused.

Hearing what Mingnu was thinking, Muzan couldn't help laughing in his heart. He said to Mingnu helplessly: "Okay, Mingnu, since you don't even know how to play, then come with me."

He waved at Mingnu, and seeing that she was still standing there, as stiff as a scarecrow, he went straight to pull Mingnu's right hand that was holding the pipa pick.

The two men clasped hands, and the girl's soft skin in their palms was just like a piece of glutinous cake.

The more Muzan pinched, the more he liked it. If he pinched a little harder, he was about to burst Mingnu's soft hands.

——No, he is a kind and excellent boss, a thousand times better than a miserable one.

So, he stopped again, stroked Mingnu's trembling back, and said to her softly: "Don't be afraid, I promise you, I won't hurt you. I just..."

He rubbed Mingnu's hand with the tip of his thumb, "I think the touch of your palm is great."

The mellow voice floated in the air like silk, circling around, from Mingnu's ears to her back, then to her chest, and finally wrapped around her heart, tying a beautiful knot.

Indestructible.

Her cheeks were burning hot, and her ears were burning: "Yes... I understand, Master Muzan..."