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

"Really?" Shiya looked at the table of "vegetarian food" and said, "Let's just eat it for now."

He didn't know what Xiao Wu liked to eat, so he only prepared his favorite food.

He could only give her what he thought was best.

However, his disciple was always well-behaved and didn't say much. He just closed his mouth and chewed slowly, stuffing his cheeks like a hamster.

After dinner, Muzan left Shimizu's sight again and went back to his room to tidy up his room.

She has always been very adaptable. When she first came into this world, she quickly integrated into it.

This also includes when I play the role of a miserable person.

Now that he has become Feng Zhu's apprentice, he naturally makes the best of his situation and has decorated his room into his favorite "cozy little house".

She was carefully placing the items on the table, but she heard Shiya walk in from the door and whispered to her, "You...are you injured in this exam?"

Wuzan didn't expect the other party to ask this. She thought about it and answered, "No."

"Is this so?"

"Master, are you going to ask me about the people who survived? Among the people who survived this time, there are Tanjiro, Kanao, and a boy with yellow hair."

Seeing that Muzan stopped talking, Shiya was stunned for a moment, and then felt a tingling sensation at the back of his head: "Only four people survived? Are you sure?"

“Hmm…” Muzan rolled his eyes at the ceiling, then smiled apologetically, “Oh, I missed one!”

Immortal Kawa Saneya: "..."

He suddenly had the urge to hit someone, what should he do...

After calming himself down, he asked again in a serious tone, "What does the last person you missed look like?"

"Oh, him!" Wuzan's little mouth chattered fluently, "He looks a bit like you, but not as handsome as you. He has scars on his face and looks fierce. He even wanted to beat up the two baby-haired kids who were hosting the game!"

Shimizu naturally knew that the two children that Muzan mentioned were the children of the Demon Slayer Corps' lord. When he heard that his brother had dared to hit the lord's children, he wanted to teleport to Xuanmi and teach him a lesson, but he also felt that Xuanmi was indeed his brother, which was incredible.

Thinking back to the past, he himself had contradicted his lord.

His mood was so complicated at the moment.

"So what happened next...did you watch the fun?" Shiya asked.

Muzan smiled mysteriously: "Tanjiro went up to stop him, but the boy was very fierce and was about to fight with Tanjiro, so I walked out and told him that my master is the famous Wind Pillar, Master Fushigi Miyabushi, and the boy was scared at that time!"

"What did you say?!!" Shimi's eyes almost became big like light bulbs, bulging out like missile warheads.

How could this stupid woman reveal herself? !

He really wanted to turn back time and shut Xiao Wu's mouth.

But he thought about it and decided: he had already said it, what else could he do...

Xuanya should just think that this is a coincidence. As long as Xuanya can survive safely, that's enough. As for how to persuade him to quit the Demon Slayer Corps, I'll think of a way later.

Xuanya's matter came to an end. Shiya stood there for a few seconds and suddenly remembered what he came to Xiaowu's room to ask.

"By the way, are you really not hurt?" His deep purple eyes scanned Muzan's body.

Wuzan nodded firmly: "I'm really...really fine."

"..."

Since everything is fine, then what was the matter with her pause just now?

Although it seemed unlikely, Shimi couldn't get any results no matter how much he asked.

His disciple never fell for his tough tactics. No matter how angry he got, Xiao Wu always repaid him with kindness and gave him the warmest smile.

Every time, it was like he was punching cotton.

He thought that maybe Xiao Wu was the type who would rather be soft than hard. But he couldn't be soft to others.

"boom."

The door was closed gently, and finally Shimizu silently left Muzan's room.

His brain stopped thinking for a long time, and suddenly he realized that he had made a very important point -

He is the "Master", a position that is always superior to Xiao Wu, not to mention that this is his home, why would Xiao Wu kick him out? !

"Haha..." He raised the corners of his lips and revealed a smug smile.

As if he had glimpsed some extremely important information, he gathered his strength, took a deep breath, and angrily opened the door—

"You are riding on a horse..."

After uttering just a few syllables, Shimi's tongue became tied and he fell silent.

Because he saw that Muzan was sitting alone on the bed, his face pale, touching his shoulder in pain.

He stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." A trace of panic flashed in Wuzan's eyes, "Nothing."

"Oh, is it so."

Shimizu was dissatisfied with her lying to him, so he put his hand directly on Wuzan's shoulder and exerted slight force.

"Ouch—it hurts! Master..." Muzan's tears fell instantly and he looked at Shimi pitifully, like an innocent and aggrieved cat.

Shiya frowned and glared at her: "You are hurt!"

——He knew it, he knew it!

There are ghosts everywhere on Tengxi Mountain, and Xiaowu has no practical experience, so how could he be unscathed?

Fortunately, he was smart and didn't believe her.

Seeing that Muzan still didn't say anything, Shimizu became even angrier: "Why are you always looking at me? Can my wound heal by itself just by looking at me? Hurry up and take off your clothes, so I can apply medicine on you!"

Muzan hesitated and stammered, "Well... okay."

It's not easy for her to reach her shoulders.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across her face, and she slowly took off her clothes, revealing her shoulders, with her back facing Shimi.

"Master, I am wearing a bra underneath, so I won't be exposed," she told him.

What she didn't say was that she didn't tie it very tightly, because if you tie it too tightly you will get breast sores, which is a super bad custom like foot binding.

Shimizu stared at Muzan's snow-white skin, his throat tightened, and he slowly swallowed.

He suddenly felt that this task did not seem suitable for him.

"No... no medicine."

He stood up and prepared to leave, but his right hand was gently pulled by the other party.

The girl's soft and smooth fingers touched his rough big hands, like a soft and cute cotton ball.

Small and tender.

His eyes widened and he felt as if his feet were sealed inexplicably.

The girl's voice was soft, like a glutinous rice ball rolling on the tip of his heart: "Master, where are you going? There is medicine in my room."

"This... is that so!" He heard his own voice become extremely rude for some reason.

"Well, let's continue."

"You don't need to tell me!"

After successfully getting the medicine at the location indicated by Muzan, Shimizu sat down again and began to disinfect Muzan's wound bit by bit.

Muzan kept saying "It hurts" and suddenly remembered that Shiya himself was often injured and even self-harmed, so he praised: "Master, is this what you call 'long-term illness makes a doctor'? Your technique is so good."

Receiving the inexplicable compliment, Shiya's hands stiffened slightly and he said, "I'm very strong. If I had an injury like yours, I wouldn't even bother to care."

"So you seem to have a medicine box at home?"

"Stupid woman!" He looked at her snow-white skin, his face and body began to heat up, "Who knows if you will cut off your fingers while cutting vegetables one day? I don't want you to die in my house because of a trivial injury and turn my house into a haunted house!"

"Oh, so it's for me..."

Behind Muzan's back, Shiya's face was secretly red as a cherry: "That's not entirely true!"

He was so awkward that he was almost angry. "Isn't it normal to have a medicine box at home? Don't you have one in your room?"

"Me?" Wuzan turned around and looked at him.

Shimizu quickly glared at Muzan with bulging eyes, acting in a dignified manner.

Seeing Shiya's duplicity, Muzan slowly lowered his eyelashes, his voice as gentle as water, "I am worried that Master is injured, I want to help Master bandage his wound."

Immortal Kawa Saneya: "..."

She...she...

Xiao Wu is a good person, and he has known this for a long time.

But he didn't understand why, when she looked at him sideways like that, his brain went completely blank and his IQ dropped to zero.

Damn, why is Xiao Wu's profile so good-looking? Now she's taking off half of her clothes in front of him.

He stared with his eyes wide open, and inadvertently saw Wuzan's loosely wrapped bra from the corner of his eye.

In an instant, he had completely forgotten what he was about to say and just silently put down the medical equipment in his hand.

"Is it over?" Seeing that he didn't move, Muzan slowly put on his clothes.

Shiya looked at her with a complicated expression.

He wanted to say that he wasn't completely well yet, but he didn't want to say it.

Muzan got off the bed, opened the door, and stood at the door like a waiter seeing off a customer.

"Thank you, Master!"

Her eyelashes are curved, like candies dipped in sugar, sweet to the heart.

Shiya's cheeks flushed again, and he finally found his voice: "Okay, then you... go to bed early, yeah."

After he gave his instructions, he mechanically walked out without even looking at Wuzan.

After finally seeing off the "distinguished guest", Muzan closed the door and nodded after the dust had settled.

"Well, I got hurt in front of Tanjiro, so I have to make it right here."

Fortunately, she didn't forget.

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