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

Through Yuichiro's vision, Muzan, who has already arrived at Shimoya's house, knows exactly what happened in the Nightmare Black Heart Clinic.

She almost forgot about the ghost, but she didn't expect that she still remembered it in her nightmare.

--Good.

Muzan bent over and squeezed out a few tears, pretending to be in pain and holding his stomach as he walked out of the toilet. After walking a few steps with difficulty, he saw Shimizu leaning against the wall in the distance waiting for him.

Shiya rolled his eyes in disgust, "What's with that belly of yours?"

It took so long!

"Master..." Wuzan said aggrievedly, "The food in your house is poisonous."

Immortal Kawa Saneya: "..."

He still wanted to complain, but the problem was, the dish was not cooked by him, right?

I would like to ask you, what kind of apprentice who has truly become a disciple would actually complain about his master’s food?

After being speechless for a long time, Shiya looked at Muzan's small belly again: "You were in there for so long just now, you..."

He coughed twice and turned his head to the side, staring at the fine lines of the wood strips on the ceiling. "Are you okay? Do you want to take medicine?"

"Master, do you have any diarrhea medicine at home?"

"Uh, no..."

He is in very good health and never has diarrhea.

Wuzan lowered his head: "Okay."

——Since there is no medicine, what are you talking about?

If you don’t have medicine at home, the solution is actually very simple - just go out and buy some.

Since you're already out, just take the patient directly to the doctor, which will be more efficient.

Just do it! Shimi walked up to Muzan, pushed and lifted with his big hands, and directly picked up the frail girl without saying anything.

Hmm... she looks skinny and weak, but I didn't expect that she is quite well-proportioned when I hold her in my arms.

After all, she's grown up pretty well...

I hope Xuanmi can look as good as Xiaowu, with the right weight and a well-proportioned body.

Wuzan stared at him in surprise, but she didn't expect that his eyes were even wider than hers: "Don't move!"

His tone brooked no argument.

Wuzan twisted like a maggot in Shiya's arms: "I don't want it, Master, I don't want the injection!"

Shimizu's uniform was never buttoned properly, and a large area of ​​chest muscle was exposed. At this time, because of Muzan's shaking head and tail, his chest was rubbed numb.

"I didn't say you had to get an injection, I just took you to see a doctor first!" Shimizu yelled at Muzan angrily.

"Master, you are lying!" Wuzhan hugged the man's neck without any shame, and took the opportunity to deeply smell the sweet smell emanating from his hair. "My uncle said the same thing before. He said he would take me to see operas and listen to music, but ended up selling me to a red-light district. My brother promised that he would never separate from me again, but he disappeared...

"Woooooooo..."

Wuzan burst into tears and took the opportunity to wipe his snot and tears all over his neck.

At that moment, Shimizu couldn't tell whether he was more shocked or disgusted. He quickly put Muzan down, his face twisted: "You...are you disgusting?"

——I can’t stand it!

He was not afraid of mud and blood, but the body fluids of living things made him feel very uncomfortable.

Feeling his pockets and finding no handkerchief, he scooped up a rag from the next room and wiped his neck roughly.

Fortunately, it was mostly tears, not much snot.

Wuzan was still looking at him like a pitiful little thing: "Master, I don't want to see a doctor, I don't want it, I don't want it!"

"Are you retarded?" Shiya was speechless. "How old are you?!"

Wu Can was stunned, then smiled shyly: "I... am sixteen, three years younger than Master."

"Of course I know that!"

They have lived together for such a long time, so of course he knows this basic information! He didn't really want to ask her how old she was!

Besides, what's that expression on her face?

"Anyway," Wuzan put away his smile, his face serious, "I will stay at Master's house and won't go anywhere. Even if you are Master, you can't play tricks and sell me out."

Shiya wanted to pin her to the grass and beat her up: "What the hell are you thinking about? I don't bother to play tricks with a girl like you. Sell you? Do you think you are valuable? Do you know that your whole body from head to toe..."

He spoke through gritted teeth, pointing his finger at her and looking her from head to toe, and then from toe to head.

I saw the beauty in front of me with black hair as black as ink. Her clear jawline was visible through the wave-like hair lines, and the arc connecting to her neck extended all the way down.

Looking down, there were well-developed soft female features and a slender, flat waist. He couldn't imagine the legs wrapped in the wide and thick fencing pants, but he did see two cute little feet in socks exposed under the pants...

—Shit, why did he find her feet cute?

When he was confused, he heard a pleasant voice from the other side: "What's wrong with me from head to toe?"

Wu Cang said this with a smile, slightly tilting her head to the side, posing like a pure little white flower.

Shimi's eyes are the camera, and she is the perfect actress. She must find the most suitable angle to make her the most beautiful in Shimi's eyes.

Every direction has been carefully measured, and the smile at the corners of the lips has been practiced and fine-tuned countless times.

She is the most elaborate lie in the world.

Somehow, Shimi felt that she was mature beyond her age. The hand pointing at her began to tremble slightly. Shimi stiffly withdrew the broken hand and said uncomfortably, "... Humph, so pretentious."

"Well...what does Master like about Xiao Wu?" Wu Can smiled with his eyes curved, the corners of his lips also curved like the curvature of a camellia petal.

Don't be angry, nor annoyed.

This question stumped Shiya.

Damn it, why doesn't she play by the rules?

Why would she need to change anything else? If she became something else, who knows what would happen.

She is already in very good condition now...

"Master, why don't you speak?" Wuzan blinked his big eyes and looked at him.

Shimizu is much taller than Muzan, so she needs to look up to see Shimizu.

Look up and take a good look. It makes your face look smaller. (??? ???)

Shimi was speechless for a moment, at a loss for words.

"Master..."

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Muzan boldly stretched out his hand and tried to pull Shiya's sleeve. Unexpectedly, the other party quickly retracted his hand as if there was electricity in his body, and retreated: "What are you doing! I see that your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, just go to bed early, do you hear me! Really!"

He yelled at Wuzan swearing, and seeing that there was no sadness on Wuzan's face, he turned his back with confidence.

Glancing at the cuff that was almost touched just now, Shimi felt a tingling sensation in his heart, as if there was some small fluff rubbing against it, just like Xiaowu's hair.

When he thought of the strange woman behind him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

But the next moment, he forced himself to suppress the smile on his face.

"What the hell am I laughing at?"

The weakling who wanted to join the Demon Slayer Corps without knowing his own limitations... Ha! Anyway, she should sleep for today and ignore everything the next day. Tomorrow, she will have to listen to him obediently, right?

——Yes, she was in his hands, and everything was under his control.

Thinking of this, Shiya laughed again.

Then press the corners of your mouth and smile again.

Press again, and continue laughing...

Repeated cycle...

……