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

"Great, I can finally do this!"

The original owner Wu Can smiled and wanted to open the door to see if Xiao Wu was still chatting with others, but before his hand touched the door, he disappeared the next second.

……

When he came to his senses again, the original owner Muzan found that his body had become completely transparent and he was attached to Xiao Wu like a kite ghost. He came to the trading company shoulder to shoulder with Kokushibo.

At this time, Kokushibo's appearance has become no different from that of a normal person - the sword he usually carries is gone, and the four extra eyes have disappeared without a trace. He looks particularly like a character who is engraved in the bones of the original owner, Muzan, and makes him afraid.

When passing by Xuan Mi's workstation, Xuan Mi looked up and greeted them happily.

The original owner, Wuzan, watched all this silently.

He wanted to take a closer look at Xuan Mi, but his body was not under his control. Instead, he followed Xiao Wu's body and went straight to You Yilang's office.

The dark wooden door was pushed open, and Youriro, dressed in the business suit that the original owner Muzan loved the most, looked up from the mountain of documents and was surprised to see that Muzan had brought a stranger with him again today.

"Xiao Wu, who is this?"

He looked Kokushibo up and down.

I have to say that Xiao Wu knows a lot of men, so many that they can form several tables to play mahjong.

Finally seeing his legendary descendant, Kokushibo looked at Ichiro with admiration, his eyes fixed on him.

Restraining his excitement, he said calmly, "Nice to meet you. I am Xiao Wu's long-lost brother. I heard from Xiao Wu that you once lost your memory, and I am deeply sorry about that. Thank you for your request, and from now on, I will teach you the authentic swordsmanship."

Muzan turned his face away and gave Kokushibo a silent look.

“Is what I teach not authentic?”

Who is he in yin and yang?

Ichiro listened calmly, but when he looked at Kokushibo, he couldn't help but feel strange.

"This gentleman, he speaks as if he is singing Noh music..."

……

According to the request of Muzan and Kokushibo, Ichiro took out the knife in the office and took them to an empty room in the company.

Kokushibo also activated the blood demon technique, slowly pulling out his scabbarded sword that was shaped like eyes from his body, and then put it on his belt.

"My brother, like you, has also been infected with the virus." Muzan pointed at the strange phenomena happening to Kokushibo and explained to Ichiro.

Yuichiro did not suspect anything and immediately drew out his katana and attacked Kokushibo.

"Blood Breathing, Type Three - Blood-Mokuren."

Suddenly, a sharp red light appeared.

Kokushibo didn't even draw his sword. In the blink of an eye, golden crescents from all directions flew towards him and rushed straight towards Ichiro, beating him to a pulp.

Yuichiro propped up his arms in confusion.

Fortunately, he was a mutant creature, and the end of his body that was cut in half by Kokushibo's attack immediately split into countless muscle strips, which reconnected the upper and lower parts of his body together.

If he were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago.

The original owner Wuzan watched their fight indifferently.

——This is a result without any suspense at all.

Even if there is something special about him, the Upper Rank One he recruited should be a crushing defeat.

As for this handsome young man, he is just a worthless person.

What's more, this young man is so handsome and handsome. In a few years, he even suspects that his outstanding appearance may be surpassed by the man in front of him.

“Excellent ability.”

Kokushibo put away his sword and gave a certain affirmation to his descendants.

"It's an expected result."

Although he thought so, Muzan still pretended to be distressed. He came to Youzhilang with concern and touched the abdominal muscles exposed in the middle of Youzhilang's suit that was torn into two pieces: "Youzhilang, how are you recovering? Does it hurt?"

Youyi Lang lowered his head shyly and shook his head.

It hurt so much just now that I wanted to scream, but now I don’t feel anything at all.

Wuzan was relieved, and then said: "Then you can handle official business during the day and learn swordsmanship from Mr. Mou at night."

——Hehe, being a ghost is good. You don’t have to sleep at night, you can use it all for internal rolls. (?? ? ??)?

"Why do you want to learn this?" asked Youzhilang.

He had already mastered the Blood Breathing that Lian Xiaowu had taught him, and he felt that it was completely sufficient.

Wuzan pursed his lips and said nonsense casually: "This is very important and serious, because... only swordsmanship can suppress your virus."

"..."

You Yilang was very depressed, but when he looked at Xiao Wu, he calmed down.

——For some reason, every time he read her name in his mind, the word "nothing" seemed to be endowed with some kind of miraculous effect, as if this word had a strange and powerful magic.

No matter how confused and hesitant there is, everything will be settled.

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After assigning tasks to Kokushibo and Ichiro, the relationship between their ancestors and descendants was enhanced. Muzan walked out alone with deep emotion and passed by Xuanya's workstation.

She greeted Xuan Mi, "Xuan Mi, how is your new life?"

Xuan Mi saw Wuzan's beautiful and rosy face and said awkwardly, "Not bad."

"That's good."

Xuan Mi was nervous and at a loss for words when he thought about talking to a girl, but when he saw Xiao Wu's face, he thought more of his older brother Shi Mi.

When he thought of his elder brother, inspiration for speaking came back to him.

"Ah..." He sighed maturely as he looked up at the ceiling with a crystal chandelier hanging from it, "Brother, he's really working hard. I wanted to go back to the Demon Slayer Corps to help him, but he immediately changed his face after hearing that and said that if I dared to change my job back, he would kill me immediately."

After hearing this, Muzan thought to himself: This is exactly what Saneya would say.

He had said similar things to her countless times, and she was tired of hearing them. Now when she heard them, she just thought he was telling a joke.

"Are you still afraid that he will really do something to you? He is just worried about you because he knows you are eating ghosts. If you keep eating ghosts, your body will not be able to bear it, and you might even turn into a ghost."

——At this time, of course, I should help Shimi and keep Xuanmi's work.

She didn't want Xuan Mi to treat her as food.

Xuan Mi said: "I actually thought of this, but there is no other way. I can't learn the breathing method, so I can only use this trick."

"Hmm..." Muzan nodded with a sad face in response to Xuanya's words.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and Xuan Mi said again: "Anyway, thank you for allowing me to have a good talk with my elder brother. But now that I know my elder brother's true thoughts, I want to help him even more..."

However, helping him would be against his will, and the two brothers would inevitably turn against each other again; if he didn't help, how could he watch his elder brother working hard alone while he was doing a safe and prestigious job?

Wuzan blinked, brainstormed for a few seconds, and quickly persuaded: "You are helping him by working hard in this company now. Will he still hurt himself now?"

"..." Xuan Mi thought about the past week, "Very rarely. I think it must be because of Xiao Wu's tears..."

No one knows a brother better than his younger brothers. Although the eldest brother never said it, every time Xiao Wu showed a distressed look because the eldest brother was injured, the eldest brother would look very lost.

Thank God! I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Xiao Wu. My elder brother is finally not so crazy anymore. He just kills the ghosts with a knife every time and doesn't make his clothes bloody anymore.

But my brother was wearing a white haori, which was so hard to wash...

Thinking about the experience of how hard he had to wash off the blood stains, Xuan Mi felt that he never wanted to go through it a second time.