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

——It is true that after searching for a long time, you can still find it without any effort.

Muzan concentrated and sensed, and after making sure that the old Flame Pillar was not nearby, he secretly reached out and put the book into his sleeve.

She continued to search the quaint study and unexpectedly found some books that had been handed down for hundreds of years. However, those books were like they had been gnawed by mice, with pages missing and unable to be read.

Feeling suspicious, Muzan put the book back to its original place, then quietly slipped into the bathroom of the Purgatory Mansion and bolted the door.

"Mingnu," she called in her mind, "What are you doing?"

All she heard was Mingnu speaking to her in her heart voice, "Lord Muzan, I'm pretending to sleep."

Muzan then remembered that it was daytime and almost everyone at Yuguo's place was sleeping because the day and night were reversed there.

"Call Nightmare and Hibiki over here."

"Yes, Master Muzan."

There was a faint sound of a pipa coming from thousands of miles away, and two big living male ghosts appeared out of nowhere in the women's restroom.

If they had been just a little bit closer, they would have fallen straight into the pit.

Seeing the idol he had admired for many years again, Nightmare was extremely excited: "Lord Muzan..."

——But why is there a third person who is in the way next to him?

Xiang Kai was shirtless with several drums hanging from his body. He held several stacks of paper in one hand and a wet brush in the other, looking embarrassed and ashamed.

Wuzan curiously took the paper from Xiangkai's hand and said, "What is this? Did you write this?"

“Ahh, Master Muzan…”

Xiang Kai was extremely embarrassed. He really wanted to snatch the papers back, but the person he was dealing with was Lord Muzan! How could he dare to act rashly?

Muzan flattened the papers and took a closer look. What he saw was a story about a young boy selling drums who accidentally met an extremely beautiful oiran, fell in love with her at first sight and took the initiative to approach her.

Wow, is this a substitution for myself?

"It's well written." Wuzan read it roughly and felt that it was actually okay. "You continue writing. When you finish it, I will help you contact a publishing house to publish the book."

Instantly, Xiang Kai's heart swelled and shrank like a river bursting its banks. He asked hoarsely and uncertainly, "Lord Muzan, are you serious?"

Lord Muzan actually approved the novel I wrote?

You know, so many years have passed, and no matter whether he is a human or a ghost, no one has ever recognized the novels he wrote!

"It's true." Muzan stuffed the paper back into Xiangkai's arms and said lightly.

Although the plot seems to be very cliché at the beginning, I was inexplicably addicted to it.

Because she wanted to see how outrageous and creative Xiang Kai's subsequent stories would be.

——In short, as long as it doesn’t have a tragic ending, it’s fine.

She was fed up with the abusive authors who had caused her to be severely abused twice in her previous life.

She has made up her mind that if she sees anyone who writes BE articles again, she will kill them all.

"Lord Muzan!" Xiang Kai cried with joy, "I swear to be loyal to you until death!"

As expected of Lord Muzan, he has great vision!

Lord Muzan is indeed different from those ordinary people!

Xiang Kai's flattering attitude was like seven-color candy, which made Wuzhan's heart sweet. She curled her lips and smiled, and suddenly felt that the lip balm she applied on her lips an hour ago seemed to be a little too much.

Then, she took out a piece of paper covered with words from Xiangkai's arms, placed it between her lips and licked it lightly, leaving two lipstick marks like peony petals on the paper.

——Just like the seal she carved for those words.

Nightmare stared silently at the overlapping handwriting written by Xiangkai and Muzan's lip prints, feeling a little sour in his heart.

Xiangkai held the papers and excitedly put them into his trouser pocket.

"By the way," Muzan took out the stolen "Guide to Breathing of Flame", "I'm here to ask you to do something. You have one hour to copy this book for me and then return it to me."

As Nightmare is a Lower Moon One, his rank is higher than that of Xiang Kai, who is a Lower Moon Six, so he stepped forward and took the book.

After pinching the thickness of the book, Nightmare leaned forward and said, "Lord Muzan, just leave this matter to one of your subordinates."

After glancing at Xiang Kai's trouser pocket, Nightmare turned his gaze back.

Wuzan raised an eyebrow: "Can you finish copying it so quickly by yourself?"

"Of course." A bewitching smile spread across Nightmare's face. "I'm different from ordinary ghosts. I can assign those stupid humans to help me do this. As a reward, all they have to do is let them have sweet dreams all the time."

"Yeah, have a sweet dream. Dreams contain everything."

Muzan smiled it off and was about to call Mingnu, but Nightmare suddenly knelt down and said, "Master Muzan, please give me the piece of paper you gave to Xiangkai just now. I want to keep it."

"..."

Muzan was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood Nightmare's "fanatic" behavior. Suddenly, a better idea came to her mind. She snapped her fingers and asked Mingnu to teleport Xiangkai back first, until only she and Nightmare were left in the women's bathroom.

Then, she took Nightmare's hand and gave the back of his hand a light kiss.

Nightmare's hands were a little cold, but her lips were soft and warm, like a cotton cloud.

Light and cute.

"How is it?" Wuzan looked at the two curved lip prints left on the back of the white hand, "So what? Are you planning to never wash your hands again?"

"Wash this hand?

It doesn’t exist…”

Nightmare's cheeks had already become redder than the sunset glow.

He gasped for breath, trembling slightly as if from a great stimulation, and uttered a whimpering sound: "Ah, Master Muzan, I'm almost fainting from happiness..."

With a "crack" sound, Nightmare's hand broke neatly at the wrist and was then firmly caught by the other hand.

"Goo-gee-gee-gee"

What followed was the sound of muscles rubbing against each other, and new muscle tissue was slowly beginning to grow at the broken part of Nightmare's wrist.

"I will keep this hand somewhere where the sun doesn't shine and treasure it forever." Nightmare picked up the severed hand with Wuzan's lipstick mark on it as if it were a treasure and stroked his cheek with it.

Wu Can laughed: "Oh, okay."

Although Nightmare's behavior was indeed bizarre, she felt that it was completely understandable.

After all, I am so charming.

"clang--"

Following his own command, he heard a faint sound of a pipa in his mind, and the figure of Nightmare disappeared from the spot.

"It's really comfortable."

Muzan was very satisfied with the love from Nightmare.

Nightmare, Yuhu and Daki are actually a bit similar. They all worship and admire themselves from the bottom of their hearts.

The only difference is that Nightmare is a handsome man, and Daki is a beautiful woman.

As for the jade pot, it was of course very ugly, not to mention that his male sexual characteristics had been destroyed by him.

So in Muzan's heart, although Nightmare's rank is not as high as Yuhu's, his degree of love for her is higher than Yuhu's.

——Although in my heart, I hold the opposite view on this ranking.

……

An afternoon spent at someone's home is always a great way to while away the days.

Two hours later, Muzan went to the bathroom again and asked Mingnu to teleport Nightmare back.

Nightmare held up with great respect the copy of the "Guide to Breathing of Fire" that he had already copied out, as well as the original copy of the "Guide to Breathing of Fire".

Muzan picked up the Nightmare's excerpt and flipped through it, and found that the handwriting was indeed different. Sometimes it was straight, and sometimes it was crooked. It seemed that at least fifty people had participated in copying the book.

However, the cover should have been written by Nightmare himself. The handwriting is pretty good, quite elegant and beautiful.

"How did you deal with those people? Who are they?" Wuzan asked.

Although Nightmare had a smile on his face, his eyes revealed his contempt for those people: "They are all people who are not satisfied with their lives, and now they are all sleeping soundly. These people either have terminal illnesses, or are treated poorly by their families, or... they are immature children."

"A little kid..."

Although falling into dreams can satisfy an imperfect life, if one becomes addicted to it for a long time, it is tantamount to being trapped in a drug prison.

This kind of thing is undoubtedly addictive, which will seriously stimulate the brain and make people more and more confused. In the end, they may become crazy like a drunkard every day, and even lose the distinction between right and wrong and don't know what they are doing.

If that person's life had already come to an end, it would be fine - but for a child, the future still has infinite possibilities.

"Nightmare." Muzan put the book that Nightmare copied back into Nightmare's arms, "I'll leave the book here for now. I'll come back to get it later. As for those kids... their handwriting is too ugly. You should terminate your cooperation with them."

Nightmare licked his fingertips and grinned, "Yes, Master Muzan, I will kill them all when I return."

"No." Wuzan stopped him, "I am carrying out a very important plan now. You cannot kill anyone in the next three years. Don't attract the pillars here."

"Three years." Nightmare looked at Wuzan in confusion.

If he can't eat for such a long time, won't he starve to death?

However, there is a countermeasure for every policy. He changed his mind and thought that if he ate the fetuses of those women who had abortions, or those who felt they could not live and wanted to commit suicide while they were still dying, it would not be considered murder!

——I am such a smart guy.

So, in a good mood, Nightmare left the women's restroom under the long-range blood demon technique of Mingnu, carrying the Book of Hope that Muzan would definitely find him again.

After Nightmare left, Muzan walked out of the bathroom door while pretending to adjust his belt. When he reached the corridor, he saw Senjuro smiling and said to him, "Miss Mu, let's practice swordsmanship with Miss Mitsuri."

Muzan nodded calmly, smiling like an older sister: "Okay."

Knowing Senjuro's level, when passing by the study with him, Muzan stretched out his arm at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to catch, and quietly put the "Guide to Breathing of Flame" back on the table.

The next second, she patted Chijuro's little head with that hand.

Chijuro blinked and looked up at her, his face blushing unconsciously.

Why do you want to take a picture of him? He is not a child anymore...

……

Muzan actually felt quite relaxed playing with Senjuro and Mitsuri.

Just like when I was with Master Gotanda and Brother Abe in the dense forest mountain.

By four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was not so strong anymore and Rengoku Kyojuro came back.

He looked just as high-spirited as when he left, with endless energy in his bright eyes.

"Senjuro, Kanroji, and the girl in the cabin, I'm back!" He opened the door of the training room and stood at the door and said to them loudly.

Qian Shoulang asked in confusion: "Brother, you are back so soon?"

In the past, when my father went to meetings, they would last until dark.

Kyojuro smiled and then recounted his experiences at his lord's residence.

It turned out that when he was half-kneeling respectfully beside several pillars, a silver-haired pillar named "Fuzuikawa Saneya" was dissatisfied with his meddling in other people's affairs. When Kyojuro said that he would become a pillar, he doubted Kyojuro's ability and started competing with Kyojuro on the spot.

After several rounds of competition, the silver-haired pillar suddenly stopped after his lord told him to stop, and immediately became quiet, like a completely different person.

"You are worthy of being my lord. You can calm people's hearts instantly with just a few words. It's admirable!" Kyojuro sighed repeatedly as he recalled his adventures at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.

The Demon Slayer Corps is truly full of hidden talents!

Muzan looked at Kyojuro talking about it with great relish, and recalled his previous encounter with Fushigi Miyabi, and automatically imagined the scene of the two of them fighting.

"Fuzuigawa Saneya must be the one chasing us, while Rengoku Kyojuro is just defending and not attacking..."

"Oh, right!" Kyojuro suddenly said to Mitsuri, "There is a new mission tonight! It was given to me by the lord himself today. The ghosts that have appeared near the imperial capital recently are probably the Twelve Demon Moons. That place is the area under the jurisdiction of my father. Come with me to eliminate them!"

Mitsuri opened her mouth wide: "Uh uh huh——? But Mr. Rengoku, don't the Twelve Demon Moons have the power to defeat the pillars?"

If you lead the team, what if you get killed by the enemy?

"Yes, so if I defeat it, then I can be a pillar!" Kyojuro didn't feel discouraged at all, as if he was sure to win this time.

——But it is true that he is sure of it.

Because Muzan had read the novel, he knew that the winner of this battle would be Rengoku Kyojuro.

Before each of the Twelve Kizuki dies, Muzan will watch their death replays. Muzan has already watched the previous two lives, so it is easy to know that the one who will fight Rengoku Kyojuro and be chopped into ashes by Kyojuro this time is her Lower Moon Two - Peilang.

Thinking of this, Muzan held his forehead with his hand and made a helpless expression: "Alas, if it was an ordinary ghost, I could still follow the A-level Mr. Purgatory to accumulate experience, so as to better cope with the subsequent Fujixi Mountain selection. But since it is the Twelve Demon Months, it is obvious that my level is not good enough now, so I will go back to the dense forest mountain first."

"That's right! Little girl in the hut, you are not a member of the Demon Slayer Team yet. Killing demons is very dangerous. You should go back and learn more! Hahahaha! Then, Kanroji, let's go out with the little girl in the hut!" Kyojuro laughed heartily and shouted to the crow parked outside the window, "Yes, go contact them..."

Then he rattled off the names of eight more people.

The crow named "Yao" flapped its wings and flew away.

Kyojuro gave Mitsuri a Nichirin sword and said, "The sooner the better. Let's go now!"

"Yes!" Mi Li nodded with eyes wide open.

Just like that, the three of them walked out of Purgatory Mansion under the gaze of Senjuro and parted ways at a fork in the road.

After Mitsuri and Kyojuro walked away, Muzan came to the shade of a tree with an umbrella and checked the location of Peilang.

The wind in April is already very warm, carrying with it cherry blossom petals that are falling one after another.

Apricot rain, pear clouds, and hundreds of flowers are in bloom.

However, Muzan inexplicably lost the interest to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

Especially, knowing that one of his Twelve Demon Moons was about to die.

"really……"

She looked at the scenery with displeasure.

——Sure enough, if I didn’t intervene, tonight would be the day Peilang would die.