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

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A certain street.

Muzan didn't care how confused Kokushibo would be, because what she wanted was to let him digest it slowly by himself to achieve the magical effect.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile evilly.

She turned to the man beside her and said, "Nightmare, is there anything interesting or new recently?"

"Yes, Master Muzan."

Nightmare stared at Muzan's beautiful profile with longing, his eyes wandering, outlining Muzan's eyelashes, nose peak, and lip beads stroke by stroke, and then slowly moved down.

Further down, there is a graceful swan neck and an attractive curved line, passing over the flat belly, and coming to the unknown secret garden under the dress...

Every cell in his body inexplicably became happy and comfortable. Just as Nightmare was about to dance silently in his heart to revel in it, he was pulled back from his immersion by Muzan's voice -

"Nightmare, what are you looking at?"

Why does Muzan feel that Nightmare’s eyes are a little unnatural?

But nightmares seem to always be like this...

Nightmare did not try to hide anything and spoke the truth with a blushing face: "Lord Muzan, you are so beautiful. I feel extremely satisfied to be able to appreciate your beauty up close. Even if you want to kill me now to help you, I think it is a worthy death."

"Hmm..." Wuzan hesitated for a moment and smiled faintly, "Yanmeng, I really like you."

She had said this to Nightmare in her previous two lives, but before she was just reciting lines, this time it came from the heart.

"I am naturally beautiful and have good taste."

……

When you are in a good mood, your attitude towards your subordinates will naturally become good as well.

It would take at least two days to get back to Milin Mountain from Tengxi Mountain, which meant that she could have fun with Nightmare for two days.

……

Nightmare’s black-hearted clinic is neither big nor small, just medium in size.

It is slightly bigger than a dental clinic, but certainly not as big as a hospital. It is about the same size as Tamayo's private villa.

The clinic was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Exquisite antique lamps were placed everywhere like decorations, as if telling every customer how much dirty money the owner of the clinic had made. This was a veritable "black-hearted clinic."

"Nightmare, please let me have a good dream first." Muzan lay on the operating table of Nightmare's black-hearted clinic and closed his beautiful eyes.

In fact, she had wanted to do this a long time ago, but in order to follow the plot in her previous two lives, she could only do what the original owner Muzan would do, and could not do whatever she wanted.

——Now, she just wants to do what she wants.

Nightmare turned on the medical operating light in the operating room. The dazzling light made Wuzan's skin look snow-white, but they didn't feel anything was wrong.

In fact, Muzan could have just been lying on the sofa.

But when she walked into the operating room, she happened to think of Nightmare's blood vampire magic, so she climbed onto the operating table.

However, this picture seems to have a sense of dilapidated beauty for no reason.

Nightmare's heart was moved, and he once again admired the beauty of Muzan's appearance in his heart, then he bowed and said, "Then Master Muzan, I will begin."

"Ah."

The girl murmured softly in her throat, causing Nightmare's heart to tremble again.

Nightmare took steps that felt like they were filled with lead, and walked closer, gazing lovingly at the idol he had worshipped all his life: "Lord Muzan, please look into my eyes."

Muzan looked at him obediently: "Blue eyes, so beautiful, it's the color of the red spider lily I'm looking for."