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

"What did you say..." Tanjiro's world was dark.

It seemed that there was no point in saying any more to this woman whose body and mind had been completely changed. Xiyue and Xingjuro both gripped the hilts of their swords tightly, leaned down, and assumed an attacking posture.

“Aaaaaa——!”

With a loud shout, Kyojuro was about to take off Xiaowu's head with an unstoppable momentum, but Tanjiro next to him grabbed the flaming cloak on his back.

He paused in his steps.

“Brother Rengoku!” Tanjiro covered his still bleeding stomach with one hand and grasped the fiery red corner of his cloak with the other hand. “Xiao Wu didn’t eat people. I can smell it! She hasn’t harmed any innocent lives. She’s like Nezuko… She’s different from those demons!”

Since it was different, could he pray that his little Wu not be killed...

please……

"But look, where is she standing now?!"

Xiyue raised her voice sternly, pointed at Muzan and shouted at Tanjiro.

In the cold wind, the black-haired, red-eyed girl stood several meters away from them. The ghost they had fought with for most of the night was now standing next to the girl.

They are now a team.

Xiao Wu has already rebelled...

For a moment, Tanjiro didn't know what was right or wrong.

He just thought that Xiao Wu had never harmed anyone, and he could smell the kindness in Xiao Wu.

However, he couldn't explain why Xiao Wu was doing this now.

Just as they were distracted, Muzan grabbed the hem of Nightmare's clothes, and a Japanese screen suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of them, separating them from the people in front.

The girl's light voice came from behind the screen: "Really, how can I describe it? I actually want to go on with you, but I'm so tired.

"I won't apologize. You won't listen anyway. But Tanjiro, remember to treat your stomach in time..."

Tanjiro's eyes moved when he was suddenly mentioned. In front of him, the graceful female voice continued.

"You haven't fully recovered from the injury you sustained on the Spider Mountain last time, right? Although you should be fine, your current condition makes me want to give you a few more words of advice."

"Goodbye..." Nightmare was in a good mood, his voice was sticky and a little wet, "I'll take your 'Xiao Wu' away."

"clang--!"

After the dry and eerie sound of the pipa, the screen and the two figures behind the screen swayed and then disappeared.

On the train, only the pale-faced Demon Slayers looked at each other.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The train is still moving.

The passengers who had been protected by them for most of the night woke up one after another like flower buds, chatting and laughing with each other.

The train was filled with a cheerful atmosphere...

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After leaving the Infinity Train, Muzan completely gave up.

She didn't know what to do, so she could only dream day and night in her nightmare house, living a life of drunkenness and dreams.

However, she still felt that something was missing.

"Mirai-chan." She woke up from her dream and called remotely, "Help me get Matsuo Pear."

"..." Mingnu, who was far away in Youguo, plucked the strings of her zither without saying a word, and teleported the red-billed crow that was still crying in Fengzhu's house to Muzan's sight.

Matsuo Ri, who was hanging in the air with a confused look on her face: Σ(?д?|||)??

What's going on...who is it and where is it? !

"Xiaosong." Muzan grabbed Matsuo's body, stroked its little head, and smiled, "We have to be together forever."

Her red eyes flashed with an abnormal light, like two reflective fluorescent materials.

Matsuo Ri: “…”

It suddenly didn't dare to speak...

Nightmare looked at the little crow curiously and asked, "Master Muzan, is this the crow that was always with you?"

"We are not inseparable." Wuzan corrected, "Otherwise, how did I meet you in the middle?"

Eh? That’s right!

Nightmare's cheeks flushed pink: "Ah, I see! So, Master Muzan, for my sake, you actually..."

Oh my God, how could he be so worthy?

I will die with no regrets after receiving this honor...

"..." Matsuo Ri, who was held in the palm of her hand, opened her two dark eyes wide in fear, and her heart was beating like a drum.

——Just now, that androgynous ghost called Xiao Wu "Muzan-sama"...? !

How is this possible? Could it be that Xiao Wu is the ancestor of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji?

It must be a coincidence...

It calmed down and comforted itself, but then felt that this was too fake.

We've already reached the demon camp, how is it possible that there's a demon named "Muzan"?

The real Muzan wouldn't agree that they have the same name!

So, is it possible that...

The more it thought about it, the more terrified it became. Its dark eyes couldn't help but roll upwards. After a dizzy spell, the little bird fainted directly in Muzan's palm.

"Ah? Why did you faint?" Muzan touched Matsuo Ri's forehead in confusion.

Yes, hot, the usual 40 degrees Celsius for birds.

She handed the Matsuo pear to Nightmare, "Nightmare, aren't you a doctor? Please treat it."

Nightmare raised his eyebrows, took the black bird from Muzan's hand, and put it in a cage.

——This crow knows too much.

"I'm not a veterinarian. I'll ask Youzhilang to come over. He likes raising birds very much and should know how to take care of it."

"Okay." Wuzan breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed again. "This time, I want to have a beautiful dream of dominating the world."

"As you command——"

Nightmare bowed, held Muzan's hand devoutly, and activated the blood demon art again.

Here, there are only two of them...

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Four hundred years later, another terrible incident occurred in which a Pillar-level swordsman turned into a demon.

The Demon Slayer Corps is in an uproar.

"Hey, what's going on? What happened to Xiao Wu?"

In Purgatory Mansion, Shiya's furious shout was like thunder.

He stared angrily at the person sitting in the seat, and even Yiyong next to him was affected by his gaze.

However, Yiyong was just thinking about Xiaowu, with a frown on his face.

Kyojuro was silent and looked very bad: "Buzukawa, I have said it many times. At that time, Xiaowu appeared almost suddenly. The ghost eye that was fused with the train said it was Lower String One, but the ghost energy displayed by Xiaowu has undoubtedly surpassed that Lower String ghost, and I am afraid it is comparable to the Upper String..."

It is not difficult to guess the reason. A pillar-level swordsman already has the ability to kill lower-rank demons alone. If he himself turns into a demon, wouldn't he have to join the ranks of upper-rank demons?

"hateful!!"

Shiya's eyes were bloodshot and he was gasping for breath, almost unable to breathe.

……

When he returned home, Shimi saw the table and chairs that Xiaowu had used before, and he smashed them one by one.

The room and the living room were in a mess, with broken items all over the floor.

"Big brother!"

Xuan Mi stood in the corner, not knowing whether to help or stop.

Shimi stopped what he was doing, and said to his brother with red eyes: "Xuanmi, if Xiaowu had been at home all the time, this wouldn't have happened..."

He had clearly said it when we met last time.

——The words “I like you” that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time.