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

The louder Obana's inner voice clamored, the more vicious Shimizu's eyes became.

He now wished he could pick up Giyu Tomioka and beat him up for three days and three nights.

Muzan poked his head out from behind Giyuu and saw Shimizu's angry expression. She knew that if she stood with Giyuu again, Shimizu would hardly be nice to her in the future.

People, from childhood to adulthood, like to take sides.

Sharing a common hatred for a common enemy is the fastest and most stable bridge to maintain a pair of friends.

Knowing this very well, Muzan had no intention of bullying Giyuu. She just bathed in Shimizu's sharp, murderous gaze, and walked obediently from behind Giyuu to Shimizu's side.

She pulled Shimi's sleeve and called out to him softly:

"Master~"

"Yeah." Shiya's anger suddenly subsided. "Why are you here? This is not the place for you, right? Go home and wait for me. I'll come find you after the meeting."

Muzan asked suspiciously, "Master, don't you know? I killed one of the Twelve Demon Moons some time ago. I came here this time because Matsuo Ri told me to come."

"What?" The blood vessels in Shiya's eyes filled with blood, "Twelve Demon Moons? You killed them?"

Why would a Gui-level member who had just passed the exam receive the mission of the Twelve Ghost Months?

What exactly is going on!

Shimizu observed Muzan again and again, from the hair on her head to the tips of her toes in white socks. Fortunately, he didn't see any serious injuries, except for her severely sunburned face.

That's strange. Although Xiao Wu's strength is not weak, he can't kill the Twelve Ghost Moons without any injury, right?

Could it be that the strength of the Twelve Ghost Months in recent years... has been watered down?

Puzzled, he put aside his doubts and glanced at Giyuu who looked like he had lost his parents in the distance. He then asked Muzan, "Are you familiar with Tomioka?"

"It's okay. He is the first pillar I know."

After Muzan finished speaking, he felt a surge of murderous aura rising from Shimizu next to him.

She quickly added, "But he and I haven't spoken to each other for two years. Here, the person closest to me is Master!"

She used a very powerful word -

"most".

Xiao Wu's words were like the softest and most fragrant pistil, soft and sweet, which immediately wiped out the anger in Shimi's chest.

He just felt happy physically and mentally, and then he heard himself let out a strange laugh:

"Ah."

Wuzhan: “…”

Is it because her face is sunburned that she doesn't look beautiful?

What on earth is this white durian sneering at?

She began to imagine Shiya's inner thoughts -

"Heh, you ugly girl, why should I care what you think of me?"

Could he think so?

"Humph, he has scars all over his face too, and I didn't say anything..."

As Muzan thought about it, he unconsciously stroked his uneven cheek and became sad.

If you are not beautiful, what is the point of living?

"Does your face hurt?" Shiya noticed her movements, "If not, go to the shaded area in front."

"But that's not the lord's house..."

"It's okay. If anything happens, I'll take care of it."

"..."

Wuzan didn't show it on his face, but his heart was clearing up from the dark clouds.

Master is Master, so awesome!

Especially someone like this with a bad temper and a willful personality, who is of a high class and easy to manipulate!

She said "hmm" and walked towards the shaded area in front as Shimi said, looking back at Shimi as she walked.

The sunlight made the cross-shaped scar on Shimi's chest slightly translucent, and his silver hair appeared even whiter under the bright sunlight.

He seemed to have become even greater.