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

"Mingnu, come to me."

As Muzan called out in his heart, Mingnu appeared in response.

She opened her two misty eyes and looked at Wuzan with some fear.

"Lord Muzan..." Mingnu called pitifully.

Weak, miserable, helpless.

Only then did Muzan realize that Mingnu was actually standing in the sun. The afterglow of the setting sun had not yet faded, but the rays of light had already burned and melted Mingnu's skin.

However, under the pressure from Muzan, Mingnu dared not move a step.

Muzan quickly pulled Mingnu under the umbrella.

The burning feeling of the end of her life was swept away, and Mingnu breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's almost night." The reflections from the surroundings made Muzan's face look yellow, "Mingnu, let's go to Peilang."

"Going to the imperial capital?" Mingnu asked, looking up.

"Correct."

"Yes, Master Wuhan."

Mingnu raised her slender hands, picked up the pick and plucked the strings of the pipa.

After a shrill sound, two beautiful figures arrived at a business building in Tokyo.

***

High-rise buildings are lined up one after another. Unlike the traditional oriental buildings with black tiles and white walls, most of the buildings here have flat roofs with depressions for drainage systems, and you can even walk on the top.

Layers of glass windows are stacked up like a pyramid, like saw teeth and rivets, full of the atmosphere of the Industrial Revolution.

This is the modern city - the imperial capital, Tokyo, and also the stronghold governed by successive Flame Pillars.

Cold, hard, and full of futuristic feeling.

Just like the man standing in front of Muzan.

"Pei Lang." Wuzan looked at him disdainfully, "Kneel down."

At this time, Peilang was sitting in the boss's swivel chair with his legs crossed. When he saw the beautiful woman suddenly appear in front of him, he was completely confused.

But when he saw his old acquaintance Mingnu behind the beautiful woman, he felt that Mingnu looked better with her bangs lifted, and the atmosphere became even more weird.

"Who is this woman? Why is she acting with a demon..."

Although Mingnu is not one of the Twelve Demon Moons, she is highly regarded by Muzan and has a special identity, so the other Twelve Demon Moons also look up to her.

——But looking up to him doesn’t mean that she can tell him what to do with just anyone she brings along!

After all, he was personally named Lower Moon Two by Lord Muzan, while Naruto has no title at all...

Before the earth-spinning and sky-spinning brainstorm was over, Peilang felt himself being attacked by an indescribable strong pressure, as if countless huge weights on wheels were pulling him down.

With a "thump", he fell to the ground uncontrollably, almost breaking his kneecap.

He immediately realized who was in front of him: "Master... Muzan?"

The only one who can do such a thing is that adult!

"Idiot." Wuzhan stared at him unhappily, then kicked the military cap off his head.

Then, she released the powerful and astonishing ghost energy all over her body.

In an instant, the wind stopped, the clouds ceased, and even the plants on the road stopped their breathing circulation.

But the next moment, Muzan restrained her aura, as if she was just an ordinary human woman and everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Now Peilang is even more certain that she is the real Lord Muzan.

He pressed his head to the ground, trying to quell Wuzan's anger through his humility.

Only Wuzhan's charming voice sounded: "Get up, Peilang."

After getting the nod, Peilang dared to straighten up from the ground, shivering and standing up, not even daring to stretch his shoulders.

——This is the first time Muzan sees Peilang in this round.

Just as he had seen in the previous two lives, Peilang was still wearing a handsome military uniform, looking heroic. Whether it was the dark black military coat on his body or the shiny patent leather boots on his feet, they all showed his ideological transformation towards Westernization.

There aren't many ghosts like him who keep up with the times.

A nightmare is one, a miserable life is one, but there seems to be nothing else.

Everyone else was still dressed in traditional Japanese style.

Oh, I almost forgot, Akaza and Douma's outfits are not traditional Japanese either. It's just that their outfits are hard to describe. I think Akaza is a bit more curry-style, while Douma's turtleneck and wide-leg pants are a bit like... Kimchi-style?

But the Kimchi Country at that time was not what it was later, and it had not yet separated from the country to the north.

Peilang glanced timidly at the military cap kicked by Muzan on the ground in the distance, feeling a little frightened.

Muzan saw through his little thoughts, so he said mercifully: "Put on your hat."

"Yes, Lord Muzan." Peilang bowed deeply again and quickly bent down to pick up his hat.

He picked it up, put it on, faced Muzan again, then lowered his eyes to express humility.

The whole set of movements is like flowing clouds and flowing water, completed in one go.

Wu Can said calmly: "Pei Lang, have you made a big move around here recently? Could it be that you did it on purpose?"

"Yes, Lord Muzan." Peilang said without hiding anything, "I just wanted to let them know that I am one of the Twelve Demon Moons! Then they will send 'that guy' over."

“‘That guy’?” Wuzan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Peilang clenched his military coat tightly, then raised it vigorously: "Yes! For so many days and nights, I have been tortured by pain and humiliation, so I want revenge! That guy, I will never forgive him, I must kill him with my own hands!"

When Lord Muzan promoted him to Lower Moon Two, he knew of his previous experience and stood on his side to share the same hatred with him.

The flame of revenge burned fiercely in Peilang's heart, and Wuzan had been encouraging him over the years, constantly adding fuel to the fire in his heart.

"Yes, that guy is—" When mentioning the name of the person he hated to the core, Peilang gritted his teeth and said fiercely word by word, "Purgatory!!"

He will never forget that bright, flaming head.

At that time, the hateful man was drunk with a jar of wine, muttering words of disgust towards the world, and casually holding a knife to chop himself into pieces, and then continued to ravage himself repeatedly when he recovered.

Humiliate and vent at will, but don't take your own life.

As if he didn't care to take his own stupid life...

When he recalled the past, he was so angry that he would have to kill a hundred people to temporarily relieve himself. Peilang couldn't help but want to reach into the space in his chest, pull out a pistol and shoot himself, but since Lord Muzan was right in front of him, he couldn't lose his composure and had to give up.

"Purgatory?"

Muzan tilted his head and thought quickly for a moment, and he knew that Peilang must be talking about Kyojuro's father - Rengoku Makijuro.

The person who can let a ghost go right under his nose and make the ghost so mad can't be Rengoku Kyojuro.

If you let the ghost go in the first place, he won't be able to do it.

However, if he was a drunkard, it seems reasonable.

"Pei Lang." Wuzan quietly looked at Pei Lang's face, which turned purple due to extreme anger, "Don't fight tonight."

Wuzan's voice was very light and soft, but it was like a hedgehog's fur with needles hidden inside, which made Peilang's brain go blank.

...What did Lord Muzan just say?

She wants him to... stop hitting her?

——What a joke!

Peilang gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground, crawling at Muzan's feet and nervously squeezing words: "Master Muzan! I dare... I dare to ask for Master Muzan's approval!"

"No." Wuzan refused.

"Why?" Peilang expressed his confusion, "Renjuku is the Flame Pillar, I know that!"

——Hasn't Master Muzan always wanted them to destroy the pillar-level swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps? !

"It seems that you have misunderstood your own strength." Wuzan looked coldly at the ignorant man lying on the ground in front of him, and felt that he looked like a frog sergeant.

Both stupid and decent.

Thinking of something funny, Wuzan chuckled and explained casually, "I want to study the Breath of Fire, but the opponent you are going to fight tonight is the only person in the world who I hope to get information about the Breath of Fire from, so he can't die."

Peilang kowtowed heavily to the ground several times, making the floor thump loudly. "Lord Muzan, I promise to search carefully for information about the breathing method he used, and I will spare his life and bring him alive to you!"

"I will pay him back for all the torture he did to me!

I'm going to make him feel a life worse than death!"

When he thought of the scene where the flame-head was tied up by Lord Muzan and then cut into pieces by himself, Peilang couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Wuzan sneered: "You don't think you have a sure win, do you?"

"I will definitely..."

Before Peilang could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wucan's indifferent voice: "Tonight, I'm afraid it's you who will die."

Pei Lang: "..."o((⊙﹏⊙))o

"That's all."

Muzan was too lazy to say more to him. What could she do when facing someone who was determined to "seek death"?

But today she just wanted to show mercy and didn't want Peilang, her "arsenal", to die.

There are not many characters who use hot weapons in the original work, and Fushigi Mitsuya's younger brother Fushigi Genya is one of them.

The only other one is Peilang.

But Peilang never appeared in that novel at all. If she hadn't been reborn as Muzan Kibutsuji, she wouldn't even know that there was such a person in "Demon Slayer".

"It seems like a great skill to be able to hold so much space in your stomach."

With an evil smirk, Wuzan stared at Peilang with ill intentions, and grew huge muscles on his arms, which grew rapidly like tree roots and reached towards Peilang's neck.

"Pfft-"

Along with the sound of blood piercing flesh, Muzan injected some blood into Peilang's neck.

The amount of blood was very small, not much.

Because she was afraid that if she injected too much, Peilang would die directly...

Peilang rolled his eyes, feeling the power pouring in. After the thorn was pulled out, Peilang rolled back and forth on the floor, holding his neck.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Peilang screamed in agony. He felt as if he was placed in a vat of boiling water and was about to melt from the inside out.

I only heard Muzan's pleasant voice coming from the side -

"You should be fine with this little blood, right? Do your best and just defeat him. You don't have to capture him alive. Remember, don't kill him."

After the words fell, Mingnu, who had been serving as a background board, finally made a sound of a pipa and teleported herself and Muzan out.

***

As the night deepens, murderous intent arrives quietly.

A loud explosion broke the silence.

The crowd looked around in confusion, not knowing what was going on. The clerk wearing a pearl necklace stood on the street with a frown on his face, then returned to the store in confusion.

Mingnu looked in the direction where the voice came from and called out to Muzan, "Master Muzan."

At this moment, Muzan was choosing a cheongsam in this boutique.

Before he had even chosen the pendant, he had already started making trouble. Muzan irritably pinched the fine Xiangyunsha fabric, frowned and glared at Mingnu: "How annoying."

Mingnu: "..."

She lowered her eyelids and said nothing.

It's really sad. Why did Lord Muzan remove the bangs that covered his eyes? Otherwise, she could use her hair to hide from Lord Muzan's anger.

But then again, if she didn't transform into a normal human, she wouldn't be here picking out clothes with Muzan-sama...

"Mingnu." Muzan grabbed Mingnu's hand and pulled her over, "Help me choose one."

Mingnu: "..."

Could she say that she hadn't killed anyone in a long time and therefore lacked inspiration?

However, Lord Muzan wears black clothes more often, or white, these two colors can never go wrong.

And she herself likes black very much. The kimono she is wearing now is black.

So, Mingnu pointed to the most expensive black cheongsam in the store.

"You wear black every day, are you going to a funeral?" Wuzan glanced at Mingnu speechlessly, twisted his waist and went to the side to pick up the blue, red, purple, and yellow cheongsam and handed it to the clerk, "Wrap it up for me."

Mingnu: "..."

So if you have an idea, why are you asking me...

Mingnu just held the pipa in her hand, blinking her big watery eyes without saying a word.

"Oh, right." Muzan raised his index finger and picked up the black cheongsam that Mingnu had chosen. "I'll take the one you chose for me. If I don't want to wear it one day, I'll give it to you."

Mingnu: "..."

If she is asked to wear such weird and loose clothes, can she choose not to wear them?

No, she felt that she would not be able to escape...

……

The two walked out of the store, Muzan stuffed the clothes into Mingnu's arms, his expression changed slightly.

She accurately sensed that Peilang had released several "Shadow Wolves" in the streets and alleys nearby.

Those "Shadow Wolves" are one of Peilang's blood demon arts. They are shadow wolves transformed from Peilang's shadow. They can carry guns to attack enemies, and their bodies can also swallow blades, so ordinary slashes cannot cause any harm to them.

And what exactly does Peilang want to do by spreading so many Shadow Wolves in the city?

Doesn’t he…just want to fight against “Purgatory”?

"Did he find out that Kyojuro isn't his father, so he got angry and went crazy?"

Based on her understanding of Peilang's personality, he is indeed the type who can get crazy.

He went crazy and even shot himself.

Kyojuro brought a total of seven Demon Slayer Corps members including Mitsuri. The reason for bringing so many people was to protect the safety of the surrounding residents.