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

However, there was only Muzan in the entire room, no one else.

"Nightmare." Wuzan called out, "Long time no see."

Nightmare's face turned red, and he happily went up to him and knelt on the ground: "Lord Muzan, I have been sincerely looking forward to meeting you again."

Just kneeling in front of her, he was almost fainting from happiness.

Wuzan looked into the distance and suddenly thought of something: "Ah, I forgot to ask you to bring the book."

"No." Nightmare shook his head. "I have brought the excerpt of the "Flame Breathing Guide" that I copied. I just thought that you might summon me at any time, so I always carry this book with me."

As he spoke, he took out the "Guide to Breathing of Fire" from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Wu Can pursed his lips and chuckled: "You are quite capable."

Really, she really likes it.

In fact, she felt that it was a pity that Nightmare died in the first two rounds.

The overall strength of the Lower Moon was originally insufficient. Although the blood she gave to Nightmare was a lot for Nightmare, it was actually not the amount that a strong man should have.

The main characters were too good at cheating. In order to shape their personality charm, the author set them up too much. She was actually shocked when she read the book.

In the end, Nightmare didn't eat anyone. Instead, he became a living target by merging with the train. The protagonists just had to chop him down...

He didn't even have the chance to display his full strength before becoming Tanjiro's victim.

——It’s difficult to comment.

It’s better not to go on the Infinite Train or something like that!

That place is not only a bad place for Big Brother, but also a bad place for Nightmare!

This time she secretly decided that she would never let Nightmare go to the Infinity Train. As long as Nightmare didn't go to the Infinity Train, neither he nor his brother would die.

Wuzan glanced sideways and took another look at Nightmare. He saw that the man in front of him had a beautiful face, and the yellow square patterns under his blue eyes had an unnatural pink outside, just like the delicious sweet fruit in spring.

"Really? Whenever and wherever he sees me, he always looks so shy."

——Well, since he likes me so much, I will satisfy him a little more.

So, Muzan said to Nightmare, "Nightmare, I can't keep this book. If someone finds it, it will be hard to explain."

“Uh… then…?” Nightmare didn’t understand what it meant.

"I've decided to let you read with me," Muzan announced solemnly, "You will serve me while I read, and when I'm done, you will bring the book back to me."

“……” Nightmare’s mind went blank for a few seconds, and he couldn’t believe his ears.

Is there such a good thing in the world?

What more could I ask for!

He was so happy that he wanted to dance on the spot, but in order to maintain proper etiquette, he forced himself to hold back: "By the way, Master Muzan, I brought some delicious drinks..."

He searched the inside pocket of his suit and pulled out a bottle of red wine.

Wuzan raised her eyebrows. She didn’t think that Nightmare would bring her any wine to drink.

I saw Nightmare pulling out the tight red wine cork with his bare hands fluently. With a "bang" sound, a fragrant and rich scent of blood wafted out.

"This is fresh human blood, taken from a seven-month-old male fetus who was aborted in my 'friend's' hospital yesterday. I refrigerated it in the well, and it tastes great!" Nightmare solemnly presented the bottle of red wine to Wuzan.

——Even for Lord Muzan, it would be difficult to find a pregnant woman who is seven months pregnant with a baby boy!

He heard that a pregnant woman went to a "friend's" hospital for a check-up, so he quickly used the condition of having a sweet dream to get the "friend" to tell the pregnant woman that the fetus had congenital malformations and had to be aborted. This is how he got this delicious food.

If not, where should we look for it?

Wuzan didn't know the reason, she said happily: "Really? Well, since it was an abortion, there's nothing we can do about it!"

Voluntary abortion does not count as nightmare murder!

Nightmare took out two crystal clear wine glasses from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He and Muzan each filled one with red blood and drank from it.

The sweet and delicious blood soaks into the mouth, silky and rich.

Wuzan narrowed his eyes in pleasure, but felt that something was missing.

Inexplicably, a silver head appeared in her mind.

After taking only one sip, Wuzan returned the glass to Nightmare: "You drink it. I don't want to drink anymore."

"Ah? What a pity..."

Nightmare took it reluctantly and drank the rest of Muzan's drink.

That's great, this would be considered an indirect kiss with Muzan-sama...

"Leaving the smell of blood at home will easily be discovered by the Wind Pillar, so you shouldn't drink it." At this time, Muzan looked at Nightmare again with a hint of displeasure in his expression.

Nightmare quickly finished the rest of Muzan's cup, then put all the things back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and went to make a seat for Muzan to read.

……

When they were in Mirinyama, Gotanda-sensei was always on the mountain. But now the situation is different. Saneya is not as idle as Gotanda, so he will not be at home all the time.

She was actually able to be lazy even when she was in the training ground. Muzan didn't know whether the time was passing fast or slow. Anyway, she had been wandering in the sea of ​​books for four hours with a confused look on her face.

She wasn’t stupid when she was in school, but why does she always feel like she jumped directly to the second part without reading the first part of this book?

This is totally incoherent!

She shook the book in her hand and looked at Nightmare suspiciously: "Are you lazy and missed it?"

Nightmare cried out in injustice: "Lord Muzan, how dare I? I will betray everyone in the world, but I will never betray you."

"Right."

...That's true.

In that case, maybe it's just as she guessed, this book is like the TV series, with several parts.

"Tsk, it's actually still possible."

Wuzan stared at Nightmare with dissatisfaction.

But she had clearly searched very carefully at that time. If the books were not in the study, then the other books must be in Rengoku Kyojuro's room.

Think about it again, his father always looked like he didn't want to care about him, but he successfully became the Flame Pillar, so he must have read these books on a daily basis.

It seems that I will have to find an opportunity to go to Purgatory Mansion again later.

Thinking of this, Muzan closed the book and said to Nightmare, "I'm tired, you can go back with the book."

Nightmare bent down, took the book into his arms, and carefully put it into his clothes.

That magical suit jacket seems to have an endless amount of pockets inside.

Under the remote command, the nightmare disappeared on the spot along with the faint sound of the pipa.

Muzan was just about to ask Mingnu to send him to Purgatory Mansion again when he heard the door of Shimizu's house open.

"Strange, this scarred man came back so soon? This mission was completed too quickly!"

Muzan hurriedly ran to greet him, but saw that the person who came was not Fushigi Sane, but the heroine of the original book whom he had not seen for a long time - Kujo Shiozuki.

It’s strange, why did Xiyue come to find the scarred man?

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??Today I took great pains to draw a picture of Xiao Wu, imitating the drawing method of Demon Slayer comics, but I still drew the face in my own way, because I drew it in Demon Slayer's way. Or maybe it's because my skills are not deep enough, it really takes practice to do everything.

??I inserted the picture in the paragraph review, Chapter 2 - "She was dressed very brightly..." The paragraph. I also posted it in the book circle. If you still can't see it, then join the group to see it.

??I will continue to draw pictures later. The picture I drew today is a picture of Tanjiro returning home and seeing blood everywhere in the house, and Xiaowu looking at him with fear. Although my drawing skills are not good, I think I have conveyed the charm that should be conveyed, and vividly depicted Xiaowu's pitiful, delicate, balabala... (crazy to save face)