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

"That's right..." Wuzan touched his earlobe, "Well, I'll go and fight today. Thank you, Yiyong."

"Ah."

Yiyong remained calm and left.

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After finishing the earring issue, Muzan continued to practice what Tanjiro taught her whenever she had time.

In order to prevent her from getting in the way, she specially called Matsuo Ri to practice with her.

……

As soon as I practiced, my lungs felt like they were on fire.

Muzan Ton Ton drank ramune soda and added mint to it to counteract the discomfort brought by the unfinished Sun Breathing.

She decided to take a break first.

Walking into the house from the yard, Matsuri was gone and the original owner, Muzan, appeared. The first thing he did was to stop Muzan from practicing anymore.

"What on earth is that? There's a burning sensation in the lungs. That's dangerous! Oh, now I remember. This is very similar to a dangerous technique I saw four hundred years ago..."

The original owner, Muzan, kept chattering while covering his chest.

Wuzan said nonchalantly: "What's wrong? What happened to your lungs? I'm fine. You just don't exercise enough! I suggest you go for a run. Oh, you can't run, then just pull a millstone like a donkey, keep going in circles, and it won't go away."

"Woman..." The original owner, Muzan, strongly resisted the urge to hit someone.

Wuzan smiled and spread his hands: "It's just a joke, please forgive me. I think that if you want to learn, you should learn the strongest and master all the powerful things in the world. Only in this way can you be the most perfect creature..."

"That's not necessary." The original owner Wuzan interrupted coldly.

Muzan was too lazy to say more to him. Anyway, not a word he said was what she liked to hear.

She walked straight out of the yard.

Outside the yard, Matsuo Ri was standing on a tree shaking her feathers, and saw Muzan walking out alone.

However, what it didn't know was that the original owner, Muzan, who was following behind Muzan, disappeared the moment its eyes looked at him.

……

In order to prevent Muzan from getting in the way, from that day on, whenever Muzan was at home, he had Matsuo Ri accompany him almost 24 hours a day.

After that, she went to see Tanjiro again.

This time, Tanjiro has almost mastered the Full Concentration Breathing and Constant Hit, and Muzan also told Tanjiro some secrets about breathing.

Seeing that he couldn't squeeze any "juice" out of Tanjiro, Muzan turned to Giyuu to get the earrings.

……

When they arrived at Yiyong's house, as soon as Yiyong saw her, he knew what she was here for and immediately took out the box silently.

When he opened it, twenty rectangular pieces appeared in front of Muzan.

Wuchan was stunned——

He actually made five pairs of the same ones, and five pairs with other patterns.

so much!

"You can wear them alternately." Giyuu said casually, as if making these simple Hanafuda earrings didn't take much effort at all.

Wuzan was flattered. He closed the box solemnly and then reached into his pocket.

"Mr. Tomioka, I'll give you money."

She took out several coins.

Yiyong's hand seemed to be stuck in his sleeve, with no intention of taking it out: "Last time, didn't you call my name?"

——He just said it naturally.

“…” Perhaps the person on the other side was too calm, but Muzan’s brain froze for a few seconds, “Uh… eh?”

WTF?

We were talking about giving money, why did he start talking about something else...

Muzan quickly recalled and realized that the last time she asked Tomioka Giyuu to make earrings for her, she was afraid that he would not agree, so she did try to get close to him by calling him by his first name after his surname.

She herself had almost forgotten about this, so why did Giyu Tomioka still remember it so clearly?

"In this situation, if I refuse, he might get so angry that he won't give me the earrings."

For some reason, although he suddenly felt embarrassed, Muzan still controlled his mood and took Giyuu's right hand without any reservation.

"Then should I call you by your name from now on? Do you like me calling you by your name? Yiyong..."

The long tail tone rose with a hint of timidity, and her bright face showed an uncertain and pitiful meaning.

Following her gaze, she stroked Yiyong's fingers together and smoothed out his palms one by one.

Finally, he stuffed the coins into Yiyong's palm in a way that he thought was very covert.