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

Ah, it’s raining…

I reached out and touched the wet raindrops, and the rain hit my palm like beans.

Because of the rain, there wasn't even any sunshine outside.

"If the rain can keep falling, why isn't it a good day to start the Infinite City War?"

Wuzan wanted to go crazy.

She felt as if the sky was falling because of the conclusion she had just reached.

But what will happen if this week's Mary Sue aura falls on her?

According to the routine of traditional melodramatic plots, will Jiujiao Xiyue turn evil?

Then...should she turn evil first and "defeat the enemy first"?

"..."

She paused on the road, lost in thought.

Without anyone around, the original owner Wuzan appeared. He was afraid that Xiaowu would be startled again when he saw him, so he sneered at first to let Xiaowu know that he was here.

"It's raining, it's time..." He looked in the direction of Wuzan's new home, "Xiao Wu, let's go home."

He cares a lot about his image, and his perfect hairstyle cannot be ruined by rain.

Wuzan hummed and said perfunctorily: "That's good. I happened to have an umbrella with me. It can serve two purposes."

"Do you mean for the two of us to use it?" The original owner, Wuzan, took the umbrella from Wuzan's hand and held it higher.

When two people are crowded under the same umbrella, the taller person's head will often hit the top of the umbrella unless he or she is hit by the taller one.

Muzan's hand fell empty, and she dropped her hand: "Well, the two of us."

——Those who knew her true identity in this world would be very miserable.

"Well, it's miserable." She looked up at the handsome and tall man beside her, "What do you think of Jiujiao Xiyue?"

The original owner Wuzan frowned, as if trying to search for the name Xiaowu mentioned in his mind: "Is it the one who is dressed in fancy clothes?"

Wuzhan: “…”

Don’t the heroines in novels all dress like that?

And she started out with a very miserable female version of her outfit, which was also quite fancy to be honest...

The original owner, Muzan, continued with disdain, "She is just a human being. If I had a physical body, I would only need to move my fingers and she would be torn into pieces immediately."

“……” Wuzan held his forehead with his hand.

That's right, asking about how miserable he is is a pointless question, as he didn't even have a chance to appear in this round.

In the book, Hanshan met Xiyue by chance while in disguise, and he kept on disguising himself after that.

Xiyue is the eldest daughter of the Jiujo family. Dan was attracted by Xiyue's aristocratic temperament; Dan had been trained in elegance for thousands of years, and Xiyue was also noticed by Dan's erudite knowledge.

They kept interacting with each other and became closer. After the identity of the tragic was exposed, Xiyue felt very uncomfortable, but she still decided to kill her relatives for the sake of justice, and she also regretted that she had a good impression of the tragic.

Although, there are still many people she likes...

But he didn't think there was anything wrong with his feelings for Xiyue. He was even aroused with a certain possessiveness and wanted to turn Xiyue into a ghost, make her his own, so that he could imprison and force her to love him.

However, considering that Xiyue might die because she could not bear her own ghost blood, he thought about it miserably and decided not to turn Xiyue into a ghost, but just locked her up.

——It seems that this Mary Sue novel still has some logic.

In the first two weeks, in order to play a miserable role, she also...

Um, cough, cough!

If you think about it any further, your brain will become a strange shape.

Anyway, now, it's a pity that he missed out on such a touching love story, and instead became a socially anxious and transparent person. It makes me laugh just thinking about it.

But she still asked curiously: "Boss, do you like Xiyue? Um... I mean, will you fall in love with her?"

The original owner, Muzan, stopped and seemed to have heard some very interesting words.

"Love?" He looked at the female version of himself with interest, "Are you talking about me?"

The rhetorical question was so obvious that even Muzan himself felt that the question he asked was outrageous.

But she still wanted to hear what the miserable person had to say: "Yes."

——I’m talking about you, and I’m asking you.

After a moment's silence, the original owner Muzan's scarlet eyes were tinged with coldness.

Then, he said in a friendly way: "The word 'love' is usually mentioned by Westerners, but not by Japanese people. But no matter what kind of love it is, I don't have it for human beings, do you understand?"